First Part
“Be careful with the luggage! They aren’t paying you to break their valuables!” Shiro shot up, careful to make sounds as the baggage men made their way through the hold. Shiro could tell they were getting closer by the sound of their heavy boots on the metal floor. He curled up behind the bags that surrounded him and waited.
The footsteps grew louder, and stopped next to the bag that he was hiding behind. “Hey Mark! We’re looking for a Miss Louise’s things right?”
“Yeah, did you find her bag?” The second set of footsteps started making their way toward his coworker.
“That’s not all I found. There’s something else.” His voice sounded wary, and Shiro tensed up, preparing to fight back if he had to. The second set of footsteps closed in on him. “She doesn’t just have a bag, she has her whole life down here.” The second guy groaned. “And we get to carry all of these back up to the first class deck.”
Shiro stayed tensed up while they were grabbing bags, and didn’t relax until they had left, shutting the door to the hold behind them. He let out a big sigh, taking in a big breath. “I have to move.” He thought to himself as he grabbed his small bag of clothes and the few other belongings he had around him. He looked around the large room, scoping out a new place for him to ride out the rest of the trip.
Shiro had snuck onto the ship when it was docked at the Great Wall. That area had the worst economy, and as such didn’t pose enough of a threat for security of any kind. When he got on The Alexandria he had with him a few changes of clothes for when he reached the capitol city, and enough food to last him the rest of the trip. He also kept with him his silver necklace, which had been passed down through the generations. It was tattered and worn, only getting cleaned every couple decades, when they could afford it, but Shiro made it a point to keep it with him wherever he went. He also had a small hunting knife he kept sheathed at his side. It was a gift for his sixteenth birthday, and had used it on several hunting trips. Finally, he kept with him a small black book. Everyday, during the day when the sunlight came through the windows, he would read the contents of his black book quietly to himself, without fail.
He settled down in a dark corner of the hold, and thought of what life would be like once they landed, drifting off to sleep with the gentle hum of the engines serenading him for the last time.
Next Part
“Be careful with the luggage! They aren’t paying you to break their valuables!” Shiro shot up, careful to make sounds as the baggage men made their way through the hold. Shiro could tell they were getting closer by the sound of their heavy boots on the metal floor. He curled up behind the bags that surrounded him and waited.
The footsteps grew louder, and stopped next to the bag that he was hiding behind. “Hey Mark! We’re looking for a Miss Louise’s things right?”
“Yeah, did you find her bag?” The second set of footsteps started making their way toward his coworker.
“That’s not all I found. There’s something else.” His voice sounded wary, and Shiro tensed up, preparing to fight back if he had to. The second set of footsteps closed in on him. “She doesn’t just have a bag, she has her whole life down here.” The second guy groaned. “And we get to carry all of these back up to the first class deck.”
Shiro stayed tensed up while they were grabbing bags, and didn’t relax until they had left, shutting the door to the hold behind them. He let out a big sigh, taking in a big breath. “I have to move.” He thought to himself as he grabbed his small bag of clothes and the few other belongings he had around him. He looked around the large room, scoping out a new place for him to ride out the rest of the trip.
Shiro had snuck onto the ship when it was docked at the Great Wall. That area had the worst economy, and as such didn’t pose enough of a threat for security of any kind. When he got on The Alexandria he had with him a few changes of clothes for when he reached the capitol city, and enough food to last him the rest of the trip. He also kept with him his silver necklace, which had been passed down through the generations. It was tattered and worn, only getting cleaned every couple decades, when they could afford it, but Shiro made it a point to keep it with him wherever he went. He also had a small hunting knife he kept sheathed at his side. It was a gift for his sixteenth birthday, and had used it on several hunting trips. Finally, he kept with him a small black book. Everyday, during the day when the sunlight came through the windows, he would read the contents of his black book quietly to himself, without fail.
He settled down in a dark corner of the hold, and thought of what life would be like once they landed, drifting off to sleep with the gentle hum of the engines serenading him for the last time.
Next Part
