ReaderxNovaScotia. The Crimson Sentinel. part 2.A fortnight has come and gone since you found yourself upon the crimson Sentinel.
All that you could honestly say about the elegant ship was that it certainly was not a holiday cruise.
Captain St. Pierre constantly had you working along with everyone else, while she staid locked up in her quarters. the only time she would help is when something was not organized or cleaned to her ideals Or when it was dinner time, she would help out then. Other then that you were sweating waterfalls and creating deserts of hard skin upon your palms.
"Awwe come on lassie its like ye have never worked a day in ye life."
then there was 'him'.
-Donnan Marshall Craig.-
he was Captain St. Pierre's right hand man. he was more annoying then you would have imagined.
Sure he was good looking but he was always there. You could be working for hours and take a minute break, soon you could feel his eyes on you. Those green grassland eyes that reminded you of Scotland. Then there was his voice, silky soft with an acc