Inara's been gone for a couple of weeks and it's unfortunate that. Meanin' everyone on the boat misses her. Not me though, why should I miss her? She was nothin' to me and now I can focus on what we've been doin' and what we are doin'. The last week we've been takin' in jobs left and right, keepin' myself occupied, takin' whatever is bein' handed over to me just so I can stay busy. Another train, hijackin' ships for jewels, it's all the same I suppose, all life or death once you're in on it and then the rush goes away and you're left in your bunk with nothin' but your thoughts. Hasn't been that good of a week then, now has it?
"Captain," Wash's voice came over the intercom and I stood up from my bed and walked over to it, pressin' the small little white button. "Go ahead," I said and waited for him to continue.
"We have a job that's being offered to us, seems okay for the most part, guess you'll have to come down here and see for yourself, bein' the Captain and all," He said sarcastically and I frowned before pressin' the button again.
"Best for you if you watch your mouth," I said dryly and let go of the button before headin' out where I could hear Zoe press the button and I could almost see the smile that was comin' through on her voice as she said, "Oh yes, sir, I'm watching it loud and clear."
So they were happy again and everythin' was goin' good for everyone. Simon and Kaylee finally got somethin' right, even though I don't much like the fella, but he's bein' okay to Kaylee, so I have no problems with that as of yet. Zoe and Wash are doin' okay too. River is still crazy and hangin' around Jayne who can't stand her much. I snicker when I think of that, but hey, she can dish it out just as much now. Changin' so fast I suppose, but I guess it's all for the better.
"What do we got?" I asked as I walked in, lookin' at the screen and seein' some guy lookin' back at me.
"Good evening, Reynolds," he said calmly. "I have a job for you."
Crossin' my arms over my chest, I tilted my head, lookin' at the man through the tv glass. "And what's that? Seems everyone has a job these days."
He went on to tell me there was this man named Bastian and he needed somethin' back. Seemed easy enough and it would be fast. There was a room on his ship, a museum that was holding onto it a famous painting that once belonged to him. It was worth a shiny penny. Well, more like a billion of them I reckon. More than that.
"Right, right and how much is in it for me?" I sidetracked him as I stood there, Zoe right beside me with Wash lookin' on.
"Well, I would think you'd want to do this out of the kindness of your heart --"
Smilin', I was so close to turnin' the whole damn thing off, but I shook my head and pointed my finger at him, "Now, now, if you know my reputation, I never do anythin' out of the kindness of my heart, there's always a catch. Hopefully in your case it will be a big catch. With big money, or you can find yourself another theif to do your dirty work."
"Yes, Captain, I have what you would want. Alot of it in bright shiny gold."
My eyebrows raised and a small smile found my lips. "Shiny? Now you're talkin', sir. What am I to do?"
So this is what we're gonna do. Get tickets, get on the boat, take the painting and it'll be all done with so to speak? Right. Course it would work. Didn't take us long to get the tickets to get on the boat, all of us and I almost was thinkin' that Inara would love somethin' like this. To be on a huge cruise ship, but right then, she done left us all in the dust and no one has really said anythin' about her since she'd be gone. Least not to me. Me on the other hand? Haven't thought about her one bit. Not at all.
Kaylee was excited to be goin' on a big ole boat and I was happy for her. She wasn't as happy as she was about the godawful dress, but hey, she was happy. Not that my mission was to make everyone happy, the mission was this and this only. Gettin' that damn paintin' back so we could make some money. Which we would of course, we always did. Unless they were trickin' us from the beginnin', them bastards.
All of us had our rooms and I got myself lookin' spiffy like before I walked out and looked up and down the hallway, not that anyone would really notice me, but still. Didn't hurt to see who was starin' you up and down, lookin' for a fight.
Walked myself over to the museum so I could see this paintin' and there it was. Behind glass. Now this was goin' to be interestin'.
People were comin' in left and right so they could come and look at this peice of crap (In my opinion of course) and I stood back, watchin' how everyone was googlin' it, sayin' how pretty and shiny it was, when really? Wasn't that great. I could a better job with the hand that I don't be writin' with. Noticed a voice that I've heard before and frowned as I looked over the crowds of people and there she was.
So, she's comin' all this way to see a damn paintin' now? Or was she bein' her usual whorin' self, pleasin' any man that wasn't me. I'd have to go for the latter.