03-11-2006, 12:34 PM
Nikki watched, unmoved. She was 20 now, and memories of her family had grown distant. Her invalid mother had smothered her with suffocating love and her father had been stern, wanting his daughter only to make a good marriage and raise a family. He had been lenient with her brothers, which had angered Nikki to the point of her final rebellion, when she ran away.
She was dressed all in black, with only the silver of her mask marring the look. She waited patiently; she would ask the ship's master if she could join his crew when the moment was right.