Far Off Course (St.Petersburg, Russia) [Feli]

[Natalia Arlovskaya]

I can't believe these idiots, Natalia thought bitterly as she stormed out of the captain's quarters and off the ship. Her pathetic excuse for a Navy crew somehow turned the Aura from their destination at Ancora, Americae to St. Petersburg in Rossiya. How they managed to direct the ship so far off course without her knowledge, the Navy captain would never know. However, no matter who got them here or how they got here, they were here now, and they might as well make the best of their situation. Besides, they were in desperate need of supplies, and it really did not matter where they got their supplies from anyways...

And, though she did not want to admit it, she was glad to be back in her homeland. The chilly air, the sound of the thick accents she grew up with brought back many precious memories of her childhood. The culture of the different people at the port, many loyal to the cause of eliminating the terrible pirates that plague the seas; the sight and sound of it all almost put the blond female in a good mood. Almost. Then she looked over at her crew. Laying on the cargo. Not loading the ship. Drinking. Smoking. Not representing the Aura like a proud crew should. Nothing unusual for them, but it always embarrassed Natalia when everyone at the ports they went to worked hard and with pride, while her crew, members of the Navy, were slaking off and treating the cause like a waste of time. And as dedicated to the Navy as she was, this captain hated this sight, letting her anger take control.

"What do you think you are doing you slacker!?" Natalia screamed at her crew, taking to time to stare ice daggers into each slacking crew member's eyes. "You idiots are supposed to be loading the ship with supplies, not sitting on your butts wasting valuable time! Do you really want to continue your reputation of being the worst behaved crew in the Navy? Because I can promise you good-for-nothing sailors that no one on this planet would want you, including your mothers! Now get back to work!!" Pulling a knife from the apron of her dress, she threw the dagger towards a large group of her sailors. Terrified, they quickly tried to find something to do. The rest, fearing the same treatment, followed suit. Natalia knew she made it more of a scene than some would deem necessary, yet it was the only way her crew would learn. She prayed that she and her crew had not drawn too much negative attention to their ship. It would be a disgrace for her to humiliate herself in her own homeland.

[Feliciano Vargas]

Feliciano shivered harshly from the cold that bit at his skin even through his double layer of clothing. He sniffled slightly and rubbed his gloved hands together. "Ve, its's coold!" He whined to himself, shifting the bundle of papers in his arms. To be perfectly honest at this point he was regretting volunteering to go fetch some important papers from the cold Rossiya port. He sighed softly. The snow is pretty though.

Humming quietly to try and keep his mind off his frozen body Feli ambled through the wintery streets back to the port. Thinking warm thoughts about sunny beaches, cozy hearths during particularly cold winters and fuzzy blankets no one would ever dare live without the small Italian made his way over to where the ships were docked. He sat down and watched somewhat distractedly as crews loaded and unload cargo.

"-no one on this planet would want you, including your mothers! Now get back to work!!"

Feliciano jumped as the loud female voice carried across the cold-water harbor, breaking through his daydreams of home. He flinched slightly as he witnessed the woman throw what seemed to glint like some type of knife or dagger toward a straggling crew before cautiously moving from his seat and walking towards the stranger.

"Ve, I'm Feliciano m'am! Nice to mee you." Feli smiled broadly his hand out as he approached the somewhat frightening woman. 'Don't judge a book by it's cover, right?' He thought to himself.