NaShoStoWriMo Round 2- part one

(Thank God we're starting the Round Story tonight because my brain is fried and overworked and I can't process anything so I'll just make a bunch of stuff up)
    

Location: The Snarfing Charley, a cargo ship sailing somewhere in the middle of an ocean

    Miranda sat in the bow of the Snarfing Charley, gazing dreamily starboard and thinking bittersweetly back on the life she was leaving on the Mainland.
    There were pros and cons to her current status as a stowaway on the cargo ship. She had left at the altar her odoriferous, pentagenarian fiance, whom she loathed and her parents had chosen for her, customary with the traditions in their inferior caste. Also a boon, she would never return to her job as a waitress at the local pub, whose owner had hired her only for her looks and not at all for her skills at customer service (which were minimal).
    But, alas! In her wake she left her large, boisterous family- a haphazard clan of nine sisters and six brothers (yes, like the Backus-Ege families combined). Her parents had depended on her meager wages to help feed their combined eighteen mouths, so even if she herself wasn't missed -which is possible, when one has fifteen siblings- her grocery-supplying salary would be. She also left behind her best friend and a certain boy- an incandescent, timeless boy, whose age and caste position prevented him from being the man she met at the altar earlier that day.
    Miranda smoothed out her now-tattered wedding dress, which had gotten caught on the wrought-iron gate of the city that she had scaled in order to reach the docks. The lace was covered in mud and rust stains, and Miranda felt a small twinge of guilt, thinking of how many hours her mother and sisters had spent intricately sewing it together, preparing it for the day Miranda had dreamed of for so long. Of course, in her dream it was Byron who awaited her at the church, his messy hair finally smoothed back, his normal Blacksmith attire replaced with a coat and tails.
    "Thank goodness I escaped that nightmare," she whispered to herself, thinking of her fiance's bad breath and wandering hands. She crossed her arms over herself to keep warm, and wished with all her heart that she was locked in Byron's embrace instead.
    The sun sank below the horizon, and just as Miranda closed her eyes in exhaustion (being a runaway bride really knocks you flat on your face) there came a great gunshot from out over the endless expanse of ocean.
    Jolting up from her perch, Miranda turned towards the noise and saw--

Tom Hiddleston (or Uncle Teddy?) says "hush my love, that's enough. To be continued."

Mercy, I can't wait to hear what you have to add on tomorrow!
--Laura :)