I stared up at Pietro as I drank another bottle of dark, sizzling cola. Pietro had gotten me a green straw the other day, and I absolutely loved this kind of drinking system. I sipped at the last drops of black coloured drink, making a slurping sound as Pietro narrowed his eyes at me.
And boy, Pietro looked mad. He was standing before the two men who were currently tied to a pinetree.

One man was tall and skinny with hair the colour of dried grass and gray eyes. he was wearing green coat that had a some kind of a car symbol on it.
The other man was shorter and slightly chubbier, his dark hair greasy and slightly curly. He smelt of fish. The man's dark eyes were wide as they stared at me, unable to see the dark handprints on his own neck.

Uh, that was my fault.

And the shorter man's blood under his nose was also my fault. Pietro did not approve of that either.

Pietro had a plan, and that included kidnapping those two men. Comes out me and him have different views of kidnapping people.

"we talked about this. No killing or choking people." I stared at the shorter man whose eyes widened at the statement. The slurping sound was heard when suddenly the bottle was snapped out of my hands by Speedster.

If I hadn't succeeded in killing the man earlier then he's probably going to do it himself with all the puffing and huffing. The mans face was red and a vein popped on his forehead, his small eyes were wide as they flashed with cold fear.

An awful smell made me scrunch my nose as my predatory eyes snapped on the other man. He had wet himself. Pietro sighed and stepped closer to the hostages. They both tried to say something as Petro approached, but their words were muffled in the gag.

“I'll be the manager and you'll be the assistant. Here's your name tag little dude... Joey Jaager. Assistant of DH Cars. You'll be shadowing the manager, me, around. Suits me. Hey, you people, do English know you guys personally?” Pietro asked them, only to be met with furious head shaking from the two tied up Dutch men.

I looked down at the small name tag Pietro had tossed at me. Joey Jaager, I was going to steal the mans identity as DH Cars secretary.

My eyes followed Pietros movement as he crouched down next to the taller man who was clearly in the brink of passing out.
I couldn't understand their fear, we weren't going to kill them.
Pietro snapped the name tag from the man's chest, only to frown as he read it.

“Funske Berkenbosch, manager of DH Cars.” I fidgeted with the name tag, finding the situation utterly stupid and unneeded.

Pietros genius plan was for us to play the Dutch cargo control services. And once we reach England, we'd take off and never show our faces here ever again.

Until then, we were to play those people, Joey and Funske, the cargo control.

After we had stolen their whole identity, that included their mobiles, wallets and of course, clothes. We headed to the large cargo ship.
Even thought everything about this plan screamed unprofessionality and plan errors, I was curious as to where we would end up.

Of course that made me doubt Pietros game plan, but I knew that if anything were to go wrong, I'd be able to defend myself. The more I studied people, the more it made me realize just how vulnerable and weak they are. They have nothing to defend themselves with. More than once I've seen one or two people drip over a rock or something more horrible, over themselves. Most of them have no balance whastoever, how could they possibly shoot a target when they can't even walk straight?

The closer we became to the large vessel, the harder it was to ignore the hum of doubt that crept up.
I pushed the tinted glasses up, already feeling annoyed with the piece of glasses sitting on my nose.

But I knew it was necessary, because I was different. Pietro never said anything, but just by analysing everyone else, I knew. None of them had pointed teeth or small scales running up their neck like trail of dark stars. And everyone seemed to be relaxed, as if the world wasn't in danger.

“I'll do the talking, Joey. You'll just watch and learn how to be sociable.” Pietro said smugly, walking boldly towards the small bridge that led onto the ship. I gritted my teeth at the horrible sound of metal clashing agains metal as cars were loaded on the ship, most of them were wrapped in some kind of paper. But each and every new car looked out of place on dirty and oil stained ship like this one. It was as if the shiny four-wheelers didn't belong on this rusty vessel.

We were met with a man larger than Pietro, shoulders wide and eyes hard as ice he stared at us. He was wearing an odd hat, his hands were behind his back, that made me suspicious, however, I couldn't smell any gunpowder, only oil. He was standing in the end of the bridge.

“Good after noon!” Pietro said cheerily, I noticed his accent was different this time. It was a bit heavier  and slightly more exotic. The silver haired man showed his name tag. “Funske Berkenbosch, the manager. We were informed to look after the cargo until it reaches the destination.”  Funske said, sounding slightly more professional when he noticed the man before us didn't even blink an eye at his cheery greeting.

The man nodded at Pietro, his eyes hard and lips in thin line. Something told me he wasn't angry at us, being crumpy was just in the man's nature. I could almost see the dark clouds above the man, lighting striking as his eyes snapped at me, waiting for me to say anything.

I didn't, of course. I simply stared at him through the glasses Pietro had gotten for me. “ah, that's my assistant, Joey Jaager. Don't mind him, he's mute. Good company thought.” Funske said, clasping his hands behind his back. The English man didn't notice, but I could see Pietro mocking him for his tense posture, making my lips slightly curl upwards.

“Do all mute peole wear sunglasses on cloudy days, Mr. Berkenbosch?” the man's eyes were filled with distrust, his voice hard. “ah, you see, he is partially blind. And that hue? See, sir, he is embarrassed, and I suggest you don't mock people with disabilities.” Pietro said, his face serious as he tried to stare down at the guard. Emphasis on the word tried. The buff man who had yet to introduce himself seemed to be taken back, his eyes filled with pity as they yet again landed on me.

Pietro was good at it, very good.

“Oh, my apologies. Step on the board, our inspector and vessel agent have been waiting for you. I thought you were supposed to come at 8am?”

The man asked, stepping aside to let us pass. I walked beside Pietro, glancing up at him in wonder, trying to guess what he could possibly answer to that.

Pietro sighed, he looked as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. “do you have childred...”

“You can call me Mike, and no, I don't.” there was confusion on Mike's voice as he led us throught the deck, maneuvering between the large boxes. “If you ever plan to get children, Mike, then don't. Mine just lost his first tooth, the kid wouldn't stop screaming, so my wife and I had to search the whole bedroom. And guess where we found it? On the yard, in the dog house! And our dog Rocco? He's a beast I'm telling you, it took forever to get him out of there. So, piece of advice Mike. Don't get children.”

Pietro looked dead serious, for the first time in my life I had trouble holding straight face. What an utterly stupid lie, but looking at Mike's ghostly pale face, he bought it.

Naive fool.

We stopped at the very back. I breathed in the salty air, feeling every nerve in my body come alive as I took in all the sounds and smells. I found myself to be afraid, I've never been anywhere so open and loud before, and those people? I wasn't entirely sure how exporting cars was dangerous to our world.

I could vaguely sense as Mike left us, saying he'd let others know of our arrival. “a crazy dad and his mute and blind assistant.” I could hear Mike mutter as he disappeared indoors.

“So, Joey, are you ready for your first ever ferry trip? Because buckle up, little dude, you're in for a ride of a lifetime.”

A/N

I DONT KNOW WHAT I JUST WROTE SO YALL SHIP EXPERTS EXCUSE ME.

Also, I have a problem.

I see Loki everywhere.

I look up, I see Loki and Thor. (tell me you see their auras too, tell me I'm not going mad.)

I go to work, I see Loki crossing the road. (don't worry, I helped him across the road.)

Uh, so, how was the chapter?

Bad?

Good?

It was bad but I don't wanna offend the author so I say it was good?