Do we even need those annoying disclaimers? I am not Shigeru Miyamoto (heck, if I was him and had enough time to write a fanfic, I'd be working my tails off on another Zelda sequel instead), and DON'T OWN Link, Tetra or her smelly salty pirates, or any other living being, be it bug/insect/microorganism in the game of Zelda!

Tetra sighed and let her head fall back onto the arms behind her head. She stared at the bright azure sky above her, feeling the mast's cool polished oak on her bare skin. Things had finally calmed down, after the event of almost getting caught in a Giant Octo whirlpool. She winced. Her men where still working on the nice hole it had thought to leave behind, as well as of course the rather small (in her eyes) chest which had appeared in the waves after the Octo's bloopey ending. She frowned and stared down at the rusty chest resting on the deck. Her men had tried to pry it open, with no luck. Further inspection from Mako confirmed her guess. It was locked tight, without a single key to go with it. She got her dirk out, and unsheathed it. As she played with the knife's edge, another image flashed into her mind.

A bright blade, with sapphire-blue handle, flashing in a whirlwind of speed.

A forest green cap, flying up from behind the sandy-colored strands peeking out from underneath it.

Two chocolate leather boots, firmly spaced on the red-wood boards beneath, eyebrows jutting together with determination, spray and mist flying.

"Miss Tetra."

"Ah?"

"Miss Tetra, did you hear what I just said?"

She shook herself and sheathed the blade. "Oh, it's you, Gonzo. No, sorry, just repeat it again."

"Miss Tetra, we don't have enough extra lumber to fix the side of the ship. We'll have to land somewhere and chop ourselves some down."

"Oh, nice," she replied rather vaguely. "The damage really was that bad, eh?"

"Furthermore, the impact severely dislodged several floor boards at the bottom of the ship. The water's already reached the third level."

"What?" Their pirate ship was no ordinary one. Her mother, while overseeing the ship's construction, had made sure that it would last for many more decades to come. There were several levels, each sealed off from each other, to prevent the whole ship from sinking. Even if something penetrated the bottom hull, it would only fill up the first level, keeping the ship up. There where five levels total, with airtight trapdoors leading to each one. "Have you gotten the crew on it?"

"Yes, I just excused myself from bailing to tell you, Miss."

"Well then, you better get back on it quick." She paused for a moment. "On second thought, I think I may have a better idea. You go ahead and chart the ship to the nearest island, while I go down to bail."

"But Miss Tetra – "

"Don't argue with me, Gonzo. Oh, and, if you see that dinky little salesguy… what's his name again?"

"Beedle."

"Beedle? That's his name? Oh well, if you see Beedle's midget boat shop, stop and holler for me." She glared at him before he could argue. "Got it, Gonzo?"

"Yes, Miss Tetra."

She looked with an unusually sentimental look on her face as she walked past the damage on the side of the deck. She ran a hand over the smooth wood railing. This was her mother's boat. Her boat. The only thing her mother left behind to her except for the pendant, the title, and her photo.

"You're my mother's baby as well as I am," she murmured. "I'm sorry… I should take better care of you." She gave the mast a quick squeeze and ducked down below before anyone saw.