In which Ara receives a cursed scarf
"What is the meanin of this!!!!??" Shouted a well suited man who stumbled in front of a well clothed (yet terrified) crowd of air cruise guests. David looked back at captain Charlotte who gave him a nod. He cocked his gun at the man.
"Back the fuck off unless you're the captain" he shot a sarcastic smile with a cocked eyebrow. The man huffed at the gun and began walking away. "Wait," David said after him. The man stopped and turned. "That's a mighty fine topper you've got. How much that cost you?"
"It was a gift." Replied the mustached geezer. David sat pensively.
"So it was free?"
"For me, yes." The man's silver brow furrowed. David walked confidently forward.
"Do you think I could get that same one for free?" He asked. The man stood straight.
"I- I just don't know." He bumbled. David cocked his gun this time when he aimed it.
"Let me rephrase that." The crowd gasped and Ara, who had been leaning leisurely against the side of the upper deck, slipped out a giggle. The man glanced at her to which she replied with a wink and they both looked back at David. "Come on, no money wasted. You said you got it for free. My gun don't like waiting." He coaxed and the man bowed low. David slipped the his barrel under the hat and flipped it into his head before looking to the captain who was no longer there. He looked back at Ara who then looked out on the crowd.
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen. I speak three languages, English, French and Hebrew. I know the words yes and no in six languages. We want your cooperation and if you're willing to lose a hand for something, we'll leave that object alone." At that moment, a hobbling old woman pushed her way through the crowd. A smooth, pale, wrinkly femme with a blessed black coat and pearly white hair pulled into a loose, poofy bun. She limped up to Ara with a purple and brown patterned scarf, beautiful and soft. Ara gazed upon her with wonder as she gestured with her hand, summoning Ara to a lower level. Ara looked back at the group and then bent down to hear what the lady had to say. Instead of words, the woman draped the scarf around Ara's neck and Ara shot up confused, the scarf still on. The woman smiled with wit,
"Good luck with that," the lady said. "The damn thing's cursed." She hobbled back into the crowd causing the most awkward silence Ara had witnessed so far on the silver widow.
--//// Later on that day Ara showered and went to her room. After slipping on a bra and pants, she went to grab her trousers off the hammock when she noticed the scarf. Cursed? Ridiculous. Curses were myths and fairy tales. Ara wrapped it around her head like a hood and smiled vainly at herself in the mirror. See? You're not dead. She kept it on as she slipped on trousers and them peeked over to the doorway where the door, creaked open. Jon's eyes peered in and he muttered something.
"What?" Ara said.
Then, like a shy little boy, Jon replied,
"I think you should burn it."
"Back the fuck off unless you're the captain" he shot a sarcastic smile with a cocked eyebrow. The man huffed at the gun and began walking away. "Wait," David said after him. The man stopped and turned. "That's a mighty fine topper you've got. How much that cost you?"
"It was a gift." Replied the mustached geezer. David sat pensively.
"So it was free?"
"For me, yes." The man's silver brow furrowed. David walked confidently forward.
"Do you think I could get that same one for free?" He asked. The man stood straight.
"I- I just don't know." He bumbled. David cocked his gun this time when he aimed it.
"Let me rephrase that." The crowd gasped and Ara, who had been leaning leisurely against the side of the upper deck, slipped out a giggle. The man glanced at her to which she replied with a wink and they both looked back at David. "Come on, no money wasted. You said you got it for free. My gun don't like waiting." He coaxed and the man bowed low. David slipped the his barrel under the hat and flipped it into his head before looking to the captain who was no longer there. He looked back at Ara who then looked out on the crowd.
"Alright, ladies and gentlemen. I speak three languages, English, French and Hebrew. I know the words yes and no in six languages. We want your cooperation and if you're willing to lose a hand for something, we'll leave that object alone." At that moment, a hobbling old woman pushed her way through the crowd. A smooth, pale, wrinkly femme with a blessed black coat and pearly white hair pulled into a loose, poofy bun. She limped up to Ara with a purple and brown patterned scarf, beautiful and soft. Ara gazed upon her with wonder as she gestured with her hand, summoning Ara to a lower level. Ara looked back at the group and then bent down to hear what the lady had to say. Instead of words, the woman draped the scarf around Ara's neck and Ara shot up confused, the scarf still on. The woman smiled with wit,
"Good luck with that," the lady said. "The damn thing's cursed." She hobbled back into the crowd causing the most awkward silence Ara had witnessed so far on the silver widow.
--//// Later on that day Ara showered and went to her room. After slipping on a bra and pants, she went to grab her trousers off the hammock when she noticed the scarf. Cursed? Ridiculous. Curses were myths and fairy tales. Ara wrapped it around her head like a hood and smiled vainly at herself in the mirror. See? You're not dead. She kept it on as she slipped on trousers and them peeked over to the doorway where the door, creaked open. Jon's eyes peered in and he muttered something.
"What?" Ara said.
Then, like a shy little boy, Jon replied,
"I think you should burn it."
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