Allecto looks down at me, her sharp blue eyes peering into my soul. An amused smirk spread across her face as she studied me. I submit to this humiliation as I am sure she has many questions. “Icarus!” She suddenly calls out to one of her crew. A young looking man comes running at the shout.

        “Yes ma’am?” He says, looking rather out of breath. He straightens himself up and stands at attention. 

        “I need you to take this young lady to her quarters.” Alleco instructs. 

        “I’m sorry, where?” He says looking quite confused.

        She sighs,”The empty bunk, if you please.”

        “Oh. Yes ma’am.” He nods for me to follow him and I do. He leads me down to the bowels of the ship, ghosts staring as we walk. They must not be used to seeing someone alive. We turn a bend to find a large wooden door, he opens it to reveal a quaint little bunk with a good sized bed and a small nightstand next to it. As well as a wooden desk and another door connecting it to some other chamber.

        “Here we are Miss…..” 

        “Andromeda,” I extend a hand,”Pleased to make your acquaintance.” He looks at me a bit confused then gives a knowing smile.

        He shakes my extended hand and then bows to me,”The pleasure is mine, Lady Andromeda.” I look at him stunned. Does he know who I am? If so, how does he know? He must see the stunned look on my face because he explains himself. “Anyone born in the modern age would know your name, My Lady.”

        “You're alive?” I am positively shocked by this revelation.

        Icarus smiles sweetly at me,”Yes, the only one on this ship's crew. I’ve been on this ship for five years now and the crew has become my family. Whatever your reason for coming here the captain will be more than willing to help. She may be a bit eccentric, but she has a kind heart. Well now that that’s out of the way I’ll let you get settled in. This door,” He points to the one I noticed earlier,”connects to my bunk, just knock if you need something. Now then I’ll leave you to it.” He walks out the door before I can respond.

        I look around the tiny space, a small bed with a nightstand and a desk lie about the room, as well as the smallest dresser I have ever seen. I suppose I do have high standards. The floor creaks as I walk across the room. I set my small bag across the desk chair and then make my way to the bed. I sit lightly on it, bounce a little. It’s a nice bed, by no means luxury, but nice. My hands make their way to my boots; unlacing them, then removing them, and placing them to the side. I stare long and hard at those boots, their scuffed and covered in mud. I look at them and am reminded of my life before this, my life when I was just a girl, a girl with no worries, a life that I no longer have the luxury of living. As I lie my head back onto the old pillow my mind is flooded with memories of escaping to the creek and jumping in puddles when it rained and stuffy dinner parties and poofy dresses and, and my mother. My mother. I close my eyes and shake away the thought. I stare at the ceiling without a thought in my head and my tired eyes start to give into the alluring idea of sleep and I drift off into the world of dreams.