what we have

[Arabella Porter]

      “Why aren’t we selling anything?”

“This is how pirates originally lived. Shekels are no used to us back in England so we have to take what we have and use it for ourselves.”

 “ani rotzah l’echol mashehu.”

“Ara, I can’t understand Hebrew.”

 “Je veux manger un chose.”

“English, Arabella.”

I slammed the table.

“I want to eat something!” I yelled and held my stomach as it growled. My captain shook her head before staring at the empty bowl in front of us. “I can’t believe she only made enough for four people. Why can’t we kill off a few people and let it just be like….four of us? The Alicia Grey had the right idea.” I complained.

“Dominique used what she had. Besides, the crew will be much more motivated to loot on empty stomachs.” Captain Bennet explained. I lowered my brow.

“You’re shit.” I grumbled. The captain smiled and leaned back in her seat.

“You should have come earlier. This is just for eight months.” She said. I shook my head.

“I won’t even comment on that.”

“I wasn’t looking for one. Either you grow up or get off my ship, alright?” The captain stood and walked slowly out. “And Arabella, you’re good at flirtation right?” I didn’t like where this was going. “Get on hasod shachor. I’m sure Yuval or your new trouble would be happy to give you a tour. Find their storage.”

“Just because I’m from white chapel, doesn’t make me a whore.” I called to her as she closed the door behind her, letting a gust of desert wind into the galley.  “well fuck me.” I mumbled.

“He’ll be happy to,” Dominique commented. She had been sitting in the corner the whole time. I glanced over at Dominique.

    “Martin or Yuval? The Austrian or the Israeli?” I asked. Dominique shrugged.

“dammit.”