If there were one ideal of being half dead, it would be doing whatever you want, whenever you want. Okay, it may sound conceited and rather obscure, as that can never happen… There were always restrictions—But she felt like she could do anything no matter how tough it is to do it. She would trip over rocks, fall into riverbeds; yet not give one damn about it because, well… she had nothing to lose. She had nothing to give back to death—it already stole everything from her. So if she did die again… It would be not much of a big deal. She went through it once—and that was enough for her books. In her lifetime had she done almost everything—From stealing pieces of bread, to hi-jacking a woman’s infant that was in necessitates of some food. But today, she felt raged, rueful… angered…

It was just one of those days.

Considering a few acts before hand had she thought up of the most stupidest tricks ever thought in her almost 500 year lifetime, all of them were actually planned with care. Amazingly. But she felt watery—teary, as if the fire in her had to be put out soon enough with some emotional entertainment… Why not steal a boat? Okay, it may not be the best idea—and probably not the funnest idea in her collection of tricks and plays— But she made a fool of herself before. Hi-jacking a boat in front of everybody was just another fun adventure waiting to be explored. So there the girl stood on the damp just cleaned dock, her face pointing upward at the fine looking ship that looked vacant and un touched. The soft waves moved it up and down in a rhythmic motion, the flag up high on the flagpole looking as spiff as ever with its bright orange colors. It was bright and shining days for a minute cruise… Why not now? It was a great time to be all Pirate-ey…

Looking around her, she saw a rather large crowd around, bustling in and out, parking their boats and setting out onward. People gave a little glance at the mischievous ten year old girl, yet turned away thinking she couldn’t do anything… But oh how they are wrong… She found little stepping-stones up on the side of the boat, and grasped it, pulling herself up on the ladder like surface until she reached the very peak of it—jumping down on the wooden surface of the top. It caused the boat to rock back and forth in a swaying motion—and she shifted along with the leans, her walking turning into a lopsided angle. ”Okay… So how do I work this thing?” She asked herself quietly. Now, she completely forgot she didn’t know how to work a ship… And no, she didn’t want to learn. Foolishly she thought it better to work it, and let the boat go its own path.

Rope… Rope… Rope… She came to the side, and took out her butterfly dagger, now cutting the rope that tied the ship to the dock, her arm working in long strides which would cut the rope in an ideal line if done correctly. If someone was smart enough, they would realize she was attempting to steal the ship… But then again, the last time she checked, most of the human beings around were completely oblivious to obvious and noticeable actions… Or were they?

The sun glistened and danced upon the sea water; the waves gently broke upon the harbour wall; gulls and other sea-dwelling birds cawed lightly as they rode the smooth, warm and slightly salty drafts of wind that caressed the still sleepy Port Adune. The early morning bustle of workers and harbour-hands was not yet in its full swing and, for the next couple of hours at least, the goliath port resembled the quaint harbour it had been before the dark giant that was Lomedor City had claimed it within its boundary walls.

To those who took the time to stop and just look at it, it was almost pleasant... if you ignored the stench of fetid water and sweating sailors that was ever present in this quarter of Lomedor. But for the dark cloaked figure that had just stepped out of the passenger's cabin aboard the 'Duke's Glory'... there was something far more interesting and peculiar drawing his attention. It may have been the unwelcome effect of last night's rum returning to greet an ungrateful mind... but was there a young girl at the helm of this ship? And why did it appear as though she was trying to cut the mooring line?

Here was a man who had seen many amazing and glorious sights; he had, through his visions, witnessed the births and deaths of entire galaxies; he had seen Gods created and destroyed as beliefs waxed and waned... but never in all his years had the man, once known as Vaul Felinate, witnessed or ever thought it possible to witness a child purposefully trying to hijack a vessel owned by the Duke of Lomedor.

Blinking a few times and finally accepting that what he was seeing wasn't some alcohol induced hallucination, Vaul started forward. He made it all of four steps when an almighty snap rang across the port as the mooring line gave way to the knife and the ship lurched to the side on a passing wave.

Grabbing a rail for support, Vaul watched in horror as the previously mentioned drafts of wind found a new purpose as they thrust themselves into the large sails that adorned the duel mast ship and began to push the boat out into the centre of the harbour.

The ship had been made ready at dawn in preparation for the Duke's trip to the Eastern Coast scheduled later that day and Vaul, being a Temple of Light Shrine-Keeper of some reputation, had managed to barter passage and had opted to stay on board during the previous night. It was a few minutes before the shouts began from the docks. As people realised what was happening (i.e. the Duke's ship floating away) they tried valiantly to leap onto the deck... but to no avail. The ship was gaining speed and heading out to sea.

Vaul regained his composure and calmly walked over to the young girl. "Would you care to tell me what you think you are doing?" Vaul spoke in his usual, unsettlingly calm voice.

Moments later had the girl then successfully cut the rope, and had started a bit of a feral commotion of crowds back at the deck. Yet it was too late—the boat had already started sailing itself out into the sea freely, and no one down there could stop her, who was up here. Grasping the railing of the ship, she tilted downward out to the sea, watching as many screamed, some trying to swim after it, many just sanding there in shock. ”Jeeze… If I knew the ship was that important, I wouldn’t have gone through all this to take it…” She muttered wordlessly to herself, then gave a miniature shrug. ”Nahh.” In fact, the entire clutter in this situation made it all… fun. If she knew it was that important, she wouldn’t have doubted the plan in the beginning. Suddenly a man attempted to jump off the dock to reach the leaving boat, but failed so badly it made her almost fall back in laughter. ”Stupid people…”

It was as if silence then cut her loose as she then heard someone right behind her—a voice that seemed as if it could just kill her at that moment. Excuse me… Kill her again. For a second, she didn’t turn around, but just listened as if trying to calculate if this was all another illusion, a little figure of her imagination. But that split second had she then declared this real. Slowly she turned around now facing the truth right in the face. What stood before her was a very tall, tall to the sky man… For all of the people in the world the person who just had to happen to be there was a rather big guy… Couldn’t it be some weak and measly pregnant woman? Fate doesn’t work as well as it should to her… ”Deh?” She asked cluelessly like a little innocent girl. She kept this child look on her face—wide eyed, and guiltless.

This is where the lying takes place. She may not be the best liar… But really, she would often hide away her guilt and actions with her sweet oval face… Okay, sweet may not be in her terms as she did have yellow piercing eyes. But still. ”Um… I’m sorry. You must be mistaken; I’m not doing anything of any sort. Actually… I think… you have this all wrong. Yes. Now I think of it… What am I doing here? How did I get here? Who are you?” She then put a scared look on her face, backing up against the edge of the ship, her bottom lip now quivering sadly—Her bright eyes squinting as they grew watery with held tears.

”I WANT MY DADDY!!!”

She screamed out loudly, and broke out in long sobs—Tears started rolling down her cheeks, and she collapsed to the ground dramatically, scrunching herself up in a tight little ball holding her knees to her chest. She pressed her nose to her legs; her wavy messed up hair rubbing against the wood along with the sways of the floor below her. ”::Sniffle:: I…. Am… losssst… Where’s ::Sob Sob:: Daddy??”

She stared up at the man once again, her face carrying hurt features—Crying loudly so anybody, or anything around them could hear every single word of it. Good… Stalling… This works too. She thought, and sniffled. Maybe if I keep doing this, he will just leave… No. What am I, stupid? …Okay, not the best question, but stay cool please… Second option would be just to jump off the boat. But then there might be man eating sharks down there… HOW FUN!

Yoro was strolling through the crowd of people, not too much caring in the world going on. He heard screaming and plenty of splashing water.
"Oh God..." he said. "People leaping off of the edge of the port again? What morons..."
What he saw out to sea was a ship. He noticed on it a girl who appeared only 8 to 11 crying. He also noticed a man standing over her. Her father? A kidnapper of some kind? Maybe...
"Then again, everyone is swimming out there. Maybe, just maybe, that guy is a kidnapper, and those people are trying to help her!
Yoro thought it couldn't hurt to get up there and find out. He had to get up there somehow, and it wouldn't hurt by using a bit of cunning, savvy?

Yoro turned to spot a ship, very large at that. He saw several ropes hanging from it.
"Let's do this Yoro-style!" he said, running over and climbing across the small rope tying the ship to the docks. He rolled onto at the end, then climbed up to take watch, then grab a rope and swing! He climbed up, his hands pressing against the carefully made metal bars, then leaping to the rope and swinging around sideways, but at the same time, letting his grip a bit loose so he would slide down the rope, despite the burn on his hands.
Finally, he released his grip and flew across the air, the ship very far off. He came closer, only to crash into the water feet away from it.
"Damn," he thought, swimming over to it and grabbing onto the edge.

"What is that idiot doing?" asked a middle-aged man from the port.
"Is he insane?" asked another.
"Oh my god," said a younger woman.
"Crap," said a boy, about 11.

Yoro climbed up the side of the ship by holding on tightly. His nails were pressed into it, until he was hanging on with one hand on the edge of the ship, behind the two people on it. He put his other hand up, then walked up the side and "hit the A button" (swung over the side). Now he had to sneak up on him, Yoro-style, just like what he just did to get over to this ship. He nestled behind a pole and watched the two.