Thomas wrinkled his nose and watched the black haired girl stare emptily at the ocean.

He was curious about the passive girl. Thomas wanted to ask but his gentlemanly nature kept him from questioning the spirit. Kinda weird since he was a pirate but Eduardo and Nathan hadn't turned him into a complete brute yet.

"Damnit Thomas, you've been staring for 20 minutes now. Just go 'n talk to herrrrr." Morgan slurred drunkly and shoved him forward.

Thomas flushed at Morgan's words. 'Was I really staring that long? Did she notice?! What if I creeped her out?! Arg! She's looking! Maybe I should've went back to the storage room...Girls sure are scary.'

Amaya raised an eyebrow as Thomas was very close to hyperventilating. "Do you need a bag or something?" She asked as he broke out in cold sweat.

"Uh, um, er-" he stuttered fearfully.

"Thomas don't make me read your mind." Amaya stated.

"What?! I-I was just wondering about...your old life?"

"That's it?" She asked incredulously.

"Uh yes?" His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"I guess I can tell you but don't go spreading it to you that asshole Eduardo or anyone else for that matter." She pushed back her dark hair from her shoulders.

"You're not mad?" Thomas blinked.

"Why would I be mad?" Amaya asked in confusion.

"Because I'm being nosy?"

"Please, I've seen worse." She rolled her blue eyes. "Anyway you might as well sit down. My story isn't exactly short."

Thomas sat next to her awkwardly.

"Um can you really read minds?" He asked nervously.

"No, I just thought you wouldn't speak otherwise." She laughed lightly, her brilliant blue eyes sparkling with amusement at Thomas's flabbergasted look.

Thomas had decided he liked her laugh, even if it was at his expense, it sounded carefree so unlike her usual stiff and cold demeanor.

He smiled bashfully and blushed.

"Anyway what did you want to know?" She asked.

"Um did you have any family?" He asked curiously.

"Yeah," Amaya looked down to her hands sadly, "I had a little brother and sister. Along with my Mama of course. Papa passed away when I was young from a epidemic. Ever since I worked jobs around our village as soon as I matured."

"I can relate," Thomas smiled equally as sad, "My Ma was killed in a fit of jealousy."

She sent him a sympathetic look.

"What were your siblings names?" Thomas quickly changed back the subject.

"My little sisters name was Evelyn and my brothers name was Oliver, we called them Eve and Ollie for short. They were born after my Mama remarried. Twins. I didn't like the fellow very much. Turns out he felt the same about us. He left Mama with the excuse that he couldn't handle the stress of being a dad.

"Mama wasn't exactly heartbroken. She was only with him for financial support. When he left we were back on the same track of being broke. Except this worse because we had an extra two mouths to feed and Mama was getting ill. We managed to scrape by, but just barely." Amaya took a shuddering breath.

"What happened from there?" Thomas asked, engrossed in the life story.

"It was hard, Mama was on bedrest, Ollie was vulnerable to sickness, and Eve couldn't do much since she was a baby. I became a sort of anchor to the family. I made the money that managed to scrape us by. Mama felt terrible and desperately tried to convince me to let her go back to her job as a bartender. As much as we needed the money, I wasn't about to let her go get herself get hurt.

"Things began to look up when I turned 18. I had a job as a waitress in a respectable environment and surprisingly good pay. Eve and Ollie were going on small jobs now that they were 7. Mama was slowly getting better. Everything seemed to be going right for us. I was even saving enough money to send them to school! And then they showed up." Amaya had to take several deep breaths to calm herself. Her fists were clenched tightly and were almost white.

"Amaya?" Thomas asked.

"I'm fine." The hard, cold edge to her voice was back.

"They were two guys, at least 20 years old. They were as different as night and day. One had ginger hair, kinda like yours, the other had pitch black hair, grey eyes, and sickly pale skin. I can't remember much about the guy with ginger hair. I remember him saying his name was Kiran. The guy with pitch black hair was Thanatos.

"I thought it was strange they would come to the restaurant I worked at everyday but I didn't think much of it. I thought Kiran was a sweet boy. He walked me home after my hours got to late, my brother and sister adored him, he seemed to be all-in-all a good guy. I was soon proved wrong after...after" Amaya bit her lip in an attempt to bite back a sob.

"After he did that I took the cowards way out and ran. Thanatos ran after me and told me about something I didn't feel the same about. He got...mad. The last thing I remember seeing is his angry face and a black aura surrounding him. I was dead. I was supposed to stay dead, but something yanked me back to this hell. It turns out Kiran and Thanatos were Gods in disguise. The God of life and light was Kiran. While the God of death and darkness was Thanatos. Thanatos gifted me with immortal life in body and soul but I was only allowed to be in soul form.

He...wouldn't let me see my family. He wouldn't let me talk to them. I could only watch a distance away. I saw my mother looking so tired and sad. She died two weeks after I did and my little brother and sister were sent away to an orphanage in another village. I never saw them again. I can still remember the question they asked me everyday 'can we play hide and seek?' They would ask. And suddenly everything was gone. I wanted to die so badly. I still want too. All I want to do is go to my family. I used to see the beauty of this world. Now all I see is cruelty. Do you know why we always die at a certain point in our life?"

"No." Thomas said quietly.

"Because the longer we're alive everything fades into misery. My brother and sister died on the way to the orphanage by a raid. They had been stripped of their childish joy and innocence and only saw cruelty. My only comfort is that they are with Mama and finally have met Papa." She looked at the water and only then did Thomas realize she was crying.

"Ms. Amaya...I promise I'll let you pass on to your family." Thomas said determinedly.

Amaya gave a weak laugh, "you wouldn't be the first to promise that."

"And I intend to be the last."

Amaya scanned his face before smiling ever so slightly. "Thank you."

Thomas flushed red, "n-no problem M-Ms. Amaya."

Anyone could see the spirit and apprentice pirate were closer than before. It wasn't much, but it was a start. After all, they were closer than Amaya had been towards anyone for over 2,000 years.

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Well here is the sob story. No, I literally started crying. Just imagining going through this is really sad. >-< Don't judge meeeeeeee! Byeeeee!