Feminine Male

Ever since a young age you have admired the sea and wondered what was beyond the horizon.

Day by day you spent your time trying to figure a way out of your island and out into the sea. However, no matter how hard you tried you were never accepted as part of the Royal Navy, not even the fishermen were interested in you working for them.

As the rest of the islanders would put it, you were too soft for the sea, specially with your slender build and soft features. Some of the greatest euphemisms you had heard were that you were "clerk material" or better suited to peddle goods.

One day, you decided to visit the docks to see if you would be able to get a job hauling goods into the ships.

"Can I help you, lad?" the dockmaster said as he spotted you.

"Sure, I'm looking for a job at the dock." you said confidently.

"Scram, I don't have a need for wimps. Go home and eat some more grub. There's barely enough meat on yer bones to pick up your pay, there's no way I'd make a hauler out of you." he said dismissing you.

"But I..I can" you mumbled.

"Get lost" he replied.

You turn back, your head hanging low in defeat. All of the sudden you hear someone calling you with a coarse voice from The outside of the Tavern

"Lad, come over here....yes, you, come closer" said the stranger next to the Tavern's door.

The stranger looks like the product of several years on the sea. His wrinkled tanned skin looks like washed up leather and his clothes are heavily worn and filthy. The most intimidating feature however, is his long dirty hair covering most of his face.