Chapter 4

(Wella crawled back into her hiding spot)
Hey, no point of view changes!
(Say's who?)
Say's me!
(Bitch, I do what I want.)
I don't think so.
(You do it your way, I'll do it my way.)
But...

(Wella crawled back into her hiding spot in the far corner of the cargo hold.  It was getting harder
 Wembly ate his sandwich slowly, pondering how best to catch the stew-eating stowaway that was
everyday to fit through the small crevices between crates.  Her belly was getting bigger evertime she
 hiding somewhere on his dirigble.  It would do no good to inform his crew about it, he didn't feel
 looked down.  Anyday now the small, pink and blind joey that had crawled into her pouch about six
 like dealing with a lynch mob.  The lot of them would be more likely to light the entire vessel on fire
months earlier would be ready to take its first steps in this world.  Wella hoped to be back on a planet
 then actually find anything.  The captain figured the theif must be hiding somewhere in the cargo
before that happened.  She hadn't been thinking clearly when she snuck aboard the Wingnut, she just
 hold.  There were only three doors leading into the kitchen.  One led to the bridge, another led to the
knew she had to get off Bertha before the baby was due.
 crew quarters.  'If one of those idiots brought his girlfriend onboard, he's getting keelhauled, one 
Wella was a young wombat, just barely sixteen.  She was pretty in a nondescript sort of way, she
 woman on this ship was more then enough.'  Wemby cringed a little at the idea, it had been a few
could be anyone really.  As it was right now she was just another stupid teenager who had thought she
 years since the Wingnut had been in dry dock, the organic metal cylonicles would probably be a few inches think by now.
was in love and accidentally got knocked up.  Her boyfriend was...no she wasn't going to think about
    It seemed unlikely that his crew would do something that foolish.  That left only one option, the
that right now.  Right now all she was going to think about was survival.
 hold.  It would be easy enough to set-up a trap.  It's not like the Wingnut didn't have any extra line
   Survival made her desperate. She had almost made a horrible mistake today and been caught by the
 laying around.
cook.  The lithe blonde had left the kitchen for a few moments.  Wella had only meant to grab a few
     Several hours later, after his crew had finished hauling gear and went to sleep for the night,
mouthfuls of stew, but it had been so good that she had eaten nearly half of it before she had heard
 Wembly sat at one of the old wooden tables in the back of the kitchen.  He had all of the lights off so
footsteps coming down the hall.  She barely managed to hide behind several large bags of flour when
 the stowaway didn't know they had been caught.  Now all that was left to do was wait.
the cook came back in the kitchen.
Try as he might, the lull of the space waves rocked him to sleep.

    The cook had taken one look at the stew and started muttering to herself about the ungrateful
    Are you still going on?  Dear lord, what could you possibly have to be talking about.  You just
ingrates she had to work with.  The only thing that had saved Wella was the captain calling down for
 keep ranting.  This is why my point of view is so much better, the man in already napping.............
another sandwich.   This seemed to upset the cook about, and she began throwing things around the
 ........and napping......................and still napping...................wow napping is boring when you keep
kitchen while talking about how someday she would run this ship and the moron upstairs could stay
 going on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on...........................................
in the kitchen in make her sammiches.


   Wella was on the verge of tears when the cook finally headed up to the bridge with the captains
   Why is this chick crying?  I mean, she snuck onto a fishing boat, found a way to feed herself.  She
lunch.  She had just barely made it back to the hold before she started sobbing.
 clearly has a little bit of backbone on her, but no you have to make a big deal about who pathetic and
  Now, sitting in her little cubby hole, Wellas stomach started growling again.  'Hush,' she told it.  She
 helpless she is.  Not to mention, how is she hungry already?  She just ate half a stew!  I admit,
couldn't risk leaving her safe haven again until dark.  'I might as well take a nap myself,' she though,
 I have no idea how many people are actually on the Wingnut, but enough that if I ate that much I
'anything is better then thinking about...'
 wouldn't eat again for a week.

 Wella woke up with a start sometime later.  Her leg had cramped us while she was sleeping.  As she
 Oh lets see, do we match up here again?  No, not yet?  What the hell is so important about leg
kneaded it out she listen to the quiet creaking of the dirigible as it floated peacefully on space waves. 
 cramps?  The girl isn't a midget is she?  I don't think she has the wits to deal with that kind of
When the pain receded she crawled out of her hiding space.  The whole ship was quiet.
 disability.  Oh good I see were almost done here...

 The young wombat made her way up the stairs toward the kitchen, and hopefully some food and
 Wembly awoke with a start sometime later when he heard a small crash and a squeak.  He quickly
water.  As she reached the top step her entire world turned upside down, there was a flash of light and
 flipped on the lights and looked at the young lady who was now hanging upside down for the roof
she found herself looking directly into the face of a rather stern, but handsome wombat.
 of the kitchen.
  Raising a single eyebrow he said, "And what do we have here."
  Raising a single eyebrow he asked, "And what do we have here?"