There lies a boy whose actions couldn't even leave a wake upon the world he lived in; all he could do was listen. Pitter-pattering[1], pitter-pattering of the soft rain. Alurki was left in a deep thought. The rain murmuring running against the metal exterior of the Brig. A rusty relic, yet without her, our lives would be empty. The only thing that drives our sully lives is the minimal thrill of adventure granted by these expeditions. By the grace of our captain, Polaris. Shining the light for the path ahead, leading this motley crew. In retrospect, the job was nothing. A measly grunt job, although government benefits come in handy. Free board, rations, & sometimes even sweets, oh the dearly cherished hot chocolate handed out, as a result of a great haul. Going around wrecked islands, forgotten by humanity, scrapping anything of value we can find. Mind-numbing work, but at least Polaris makes things fun. It could have been worse; I could have been working for pirates; at least the ministry of New Gereoa treats us like humans, to an extent. "Oi, wakey wakey mate." Alurki was left startled by the booming voice of his beloved captain. "Island ahead, get ready." The voice rang once more. Alurki leapt out of the chair, looking out one of the few windows in this iron maiden.
Polaris was a giant, 6.8, with brown hair. A behemoth among men; most importantly, he was their captain. The crew stood side by side on the first deck. After the proceedings of the role call. The island was mostly barren, the area being roughly 800 feet. Time visibly passed, as the evening faded into the afternoon. Along with the dissipation of rain, which Alurki was down about. By the end of the hour, it was 5:30. Their reward for 4 hours of mind-numbing work? Around a one & a one-pound of metal. Polaris was upset, although he saw firsthand how barren the island was. Polaris wouldn't care to lie around lounging while his crew worked, although the fruits of their labor wouldn't even feed a child.
"Well, the ministry won't be happy with us failing to meet quota once more." All Polaris did was speak the truth. The mood was sullen, no one was in the mood to talk. The tone would probably stay until the next refueling station, where they would have to look ministry workers in their eye and tell them how they only retrieved less than half of the quota. The ship slowly died down, the station is 8 hours away. Lights were being put out; the crew was mostly sleeping at the time. The only ones who lye awake were Polaris & Alurki, loitering around the bar. No words were exchanged. The scene was awkward until little screeching could be heard. The screeching grew louder, and the two turned to each other in acknowledgement of the noise.
*𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙢* The crew is in a state of panic, all simultaneously woken up. Alurki & Polaris would have checked out what made the noise, if it wasn't rapidly approaching. Footsteps, it was the work of pirates.
[1] I promise it will speed up, things will get interesting starting chapter 3-5 or so. The chapters wont be very long, either.