"C'ptain ... the docks are full ... we've been waiting for the Vhalutiré's daughter to arrive; they say she shall arrive at the time of noon, but it's half past the hour of two, sir." Confirmed a crew mate.

There, staring broadly into the vase sea of his thoughts, Pablo R. La'Claustra, former sea pirate of the Lamanian Sea, drew in a face of discussion, but without the hint of emotion. He motioned his hand towards the mate to withdraw from his position. Doing so, the member made his way nervously to his Captain, trailing out in his thoughts of all resulting in anguish and disapproval of his duties. Sir Pablo gave off a small grin as he approached -- a mocking grin of acknowledgment. Of course, no other than Pablo R. La'Claustra knew the lad was indeed nervous and in curious doubts of why he was called forth by a man such as himself. Sir Pablo was indeed a wealthy man for his elderly age, roughing around the necks of seventy- eight, and barely showing. He was a very handsome man, a Hispanic from the East with beautifully tanned skin, hair dark as raven's, and a sharp nose that seemed to curve only at its tip. Funny eyes, he had. Empty, yet darkly brown and full of 'a pride pirate's soul,' as the crew members of his ship would say behind one's back. Such a thing was dared to be said in front of Sir Pablo ... and even faced when spoken through his native tongue. His thick, gray eyebrows fit him well, forming into a unibrow.

"... Losse ..."

"Yes, Sir Pablo?"

"¿ ... Entiende usted español ... ?" *

Losse paused for a moment, noticing the Captain was speaking en español. * His face was filled with confusion as he tried to reply to his Captain.

"... Uh ... No ablah espanyol ... usted? " came his reply, pathetically scratching his head.

The Captain gave a hardy laugh, his hand bellowing over his pleasantly plump belly. After quite some time, Pablo lifted his gaze to Losse and gave a mockingly soft chuckle.

"... That's 'No habla español,' lad. Very well, boy! Pleasantly well, young chap! You're getting the hang of it, that you are. No worries. You'll soon understand Spanish, Losse. Oh, dear me!" continued Pablo, taking a short glance at his watch, "I've taken up more of your time, young lad. Excuse my question earlier. There, there. You look like an upbeat learner ... Alas! Fetch Adrian and Dimitri -- tell them to wait for the Vhalutiré's arrival. I will meet them there at half past the hour of three. Chop-chop, loyal crew member!" Captain Pablo patted Losse on the back cheerfully and gave a charming smile.

"Yes, C'ptain La'Claustra, right away sir." Losse saluted.

Pablo wrinkled his nose, still a stamped smile upon his face, and laughed lightly.

"Lad ... Lad, lad, lad ... You call me Pablo, eh?" he said with a rather cunning smirk before turning away and leaving Losse without word. Losse saluted the disembarking shadow with a noble silence and tossed his long raven-like hair to the side. Losse wasn't the charming and handsome type, but more along the lines of 'naturally well addressed' and had what most wemon called 'quite the smarts'. His eyes were a pale blue which made his freckled face stand out fairly. Quite the looker in other words. He was roughly 6'3 and very slender, not muscular at the most. His legs were like a Flamingo's, long and always standing out in a clumsy manner. He boar a stitched patch upon his chest pocket, labling the proud name 'Losse'. His suit fit very well for a novice sea member. A white, long sleeved button-up sailor uniform with an added choice of loose navy pants. The cuffs of the sleeves and collar also matched his pants, which gave hint of organization of some kind. The hat, on the other hand, seemed rugged, and very poorly mended from antedamage. All in all, Losse Mikurtch seemed to be a well mannered sailor -- novice sailor in fact.
It was the year 18829 on Ieath*, planet of the UNDERSEA. The town, Lamai, a poorly constructed town, but the worlds biggest ship harbor, was very misty -- giving off the faint sent of a driffted fog from the East. That is probably why the Sir Pablo smells that of the Eastern Mists. The people of Ieath were very old fashioned, wearing clothes of which an olden doll would wear. Big, round, flowing dresses with fadding glitteringness with the usual ruffled undergarments. The men wore black buckled shoes without lace, pants that fit loosely to a man's leg, and white, sometimes, feather-like shirts with feathered cuffed sleeves. Maybe the Ieathians were quite not so up-to-date with what Earthian's fashions would be. For they, the Ieathians, knew nothing of the Earthians, nor Earth's existence. Inevitably so! Inevitably so true!
He spun around and began walking in the opposite direction of Sir Pablo, trying to be as erect as possible. Due to his lanky legs, it seemed other wise, as if he were slouching in some way. Quickening his pace, almost trotting, he saw a random and unfamiliar ship pulling close near the deck. 'Must be the Vhalutiré family ...' he thought. He was indeed right. Just along the left side of the boat, which of what he saw, trailed out in bold, cursive letters -- 'VHALUTIRÉ'. Losses eyes widened alittle as he slowed his pace, trying to keep up with the long trace of letters. He had never seen such a ship before ... and it being driven by a woman! No! A girl! A mere girl was steering such a tremendous ship! He squinted at the site of her, noticing that she too was pale and looked very safisticated. She seemed to be rather happy about his gaze, waving both hands towards him wildly. Losse went back in thought and began to chuckle.

"... Should such a well-mannered girl be waving a-wild like that?" * he said softly with a semismile.

"... Better yet, should such a girl be steering a ship so old as that one?" he questioned himself.

All of a sudden, Dimitri, a man of his twenty, popped his head into Losse's view. The man was very handsome ... for a sea pirate that is. His hair was rougly wavy which came to his center back. A dark brown, almost black, hair. Tall, Dimitri lifted his head from Losse's view and looked in his direction. He covered his eyes in search for the cause of Losse's daze. Covering his hand over his eyes, Dimitri squinted as the setting sun brought it's light onto his tan skin.

" ... What exactly ... are you goking at, Losse?" gave off an unfamiliar accent.

Losse just grinned and lightly nudged Dimitri's shoulder, after pointing towards the woman-driven ship.

"I wasn't goking," scoffed Losse, "I was admiring that girl. The one on the ship. Is she a Vhalutiré?"

Dimitri hesitated. "... Hmm ... she might as well be, you old sea- dog. Do I sense a trace of love in your voice?" teased Dimitri, "By God, man! She's only driven a ship and you barely see of her face! How can you possibly admire some one of which their face is hidden?"

Losse chuckled at Dimitri's reply. Knowing he was only putting words in which they didn't belong, he answered Dimitri's question.

"Well, for starters, Dimitri. I didn't say I was in love with the girl -- she's has to be of two-thirds my age. Just look at her." Losse nodded towards the ship. "By the looks of it, she's at least fifteen or so ..."

Dimitri raised his dark brown eyebrows and gave an amused face.

"...Two-thirds your age, Losse? Now you are exaggerating, dear friend. Hmm ... I'd say she's ... sixteen." He said smirking, "... Want to make that a bet my friend?"

Losses nodded and deposited what money he had in his pocket, Dimitri doing the same. Both men smiling, they greeted the ship with a wave of acknowledgment and shouted for the lower classmen crew to unload the Vhalutiré's belongings onto the deck. Dimitri began to turn his back on Losse and walk slowly towards the center of the deck, just infront of the well built ship.

" Vhalutiré, huh ...?," he wickedly smirked, " ... French ... I suppose."

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* '¿ ... Entiende usted español ... ?' (Ehn-tee-in-deh oo-sted es-pan-yohl) means, 'Do you understand spanish?'

*Losse (Loh-say)

* 'en español' (ehn es-pan-yohl) means, 'in spanish'

*Ieath is a small planet which is filled with humans and surrounded by nothing but a vase sea and few bits of land. Land is a very powerful and belongs only to the rich. On Ieath, years, such as 18829, is considered only about the year 200 in Earth years. Ieath is just as well considered as planet 'Earth' only due to it's atmosphere, water is also considered a necesity and Earth's source of the living -- air.

* 'a-wild' is Losse's way of saying 'in a wild like manner' or 'crazed'