The men took their seats with a sigh of exhaustion. It had been a long trip to get here after their fight with the Rika. The damn ship always following them and trying to agitate them. To the men they were nothing more than a pesky fly always buzzing in their face. But it wasn't the Rika who had exhausted them, it was dealing with the damn storm.
" I need a drink." Eduardo sighed as he ran a hand through his hair.

" Well then I guess I came at the right time eh lads? The name is Rhona What can I get you handsome fellows?"

They all looked up at the young woman before them. She stood with a happy look on her face although they were sure she was miserable dealing with all the drunkards in the tavern.

" A round of the finest you've got. My men deserve it." Morgan ordered. She gave him a nod.
" Alright, coming right up."

All their heads cocked to the side as they watched her disappear. They had never seen anything like her before. Her accent was strong, where ever she was from. They watched her fill their mugs with speed and quickly swept back over to them.

" Here you go, a round of our finest. Oh, is something wrong?" She looked over at Thomas as he peered up in her curiosity. His cheeks flushed red and he shook his head.

" No, no. Sorry."
" I think he's thinking what we are all thinking. Where ya from?" Russell asked bluntly. Christopher scowled at him.
" Russel, don't be rude to her."
" It's quite alright. I get asked that a lot. I'm from scotland." She spoke with pride."I know that it's rather hard to ignore my accent. It's only been a year since I've moved so it still very strong."

Christopher smiled at her. " It's very lovely."

" And quite charming." Morgan grinned.

" Thank you. Now if you lads need anything else don't be shy to shout."

As she disappeared all their heads turned to follow her. She didn't look like the stereotype many people set out. Her hair was orange, yes, but not a bright orange. It was more settle. Almost with a red hugh. Her skin had tanned slightly from being out on the port so much and her eyes a calming green-blue.
" She's not a sore sight for your eyes that's for sure." Morgan laughed. The men watched her stand while talking to another table of men, giving them her charming smile. A hand slipped to her waist but she wasn't having any tolerance for it. Instantly she snatched it up and squeezed hard on his thumb, digging her nails into it. The man begged her to let go. She glared down at him the finally listened. What guts she had.

" You best be careful with her." A man started as he noticed their starring. " She may look like an angel but she's the devil himself. Push you're luck and you'll soon understand that she's the reason why redheads are labeled to be hotheads."
Morgan let out a laugh. " My kind of woman!"

" Don't even waste your time on her captain. She's most likely just trouble." Eduardo warned.
" Ah fine, fine. I won't."
But as Morgan rose his mug to his lips he couldn't help but smirk. Maybe he'd waste just a little bit of time on her.

Even though it was midnight the bar was still just as busy, if not even more packed than before. Morgan was drunk as well as many of his crew members. They were all such kind men. The thought of leaving them to walk back to their ship alone worried Rhona.

" How are you lads doing?" She asked as she stopped by. Thomas gave a hiccup then giggled.
" We are well now that we are out of that storm."

She gave him a worried look.

" I don't know how I'm going to get them all back to the ship." Christopher sighed.
" I can help. Where are you docked?"

" Oh no, I can't let a lady help-"
" It's fine lad. At least I'll be able to sleep at night knowing you all are tucked safe in your bed."
Christopher smiled, his shoulders relaxing from relief. Through his drunken vision Morgan watched her throw Thomas's arm around her neck then followed with Russell's, both of her arms wrapping around their waists securely.

" Captain I know you can at least walk yourself back to the ship. Come on, up up. We've got to get the rest back." Christopher demanded as he argued to get Eduardo up. He groaned in disappointment, wanting to stay more and drink. But he had to make sure his crew was back in their beds safely. They all had drank too much for their own good.

" Say what is a kid like you doing out here anyways?" Morgan asked as he stumbled into the street behind Christopher and Rhona. She quickly caught Thomas as he stumbled over his own two feet.

" I've got to make money somehow." She answered briefly, keeping her attention on the two around her neck. He eyed her then continued on with his drunken walk. Never had he felt so drunk before. She really must have given them the strong stuff.

Christopher allowed her on board and had her escort Russell and Thomas both to their beds individually. Morgan couldn't help but follow her, as if her were a lost puppy. But she didn't seem to notice.

He watched her gently lower Thomas into bed and pull the sheets over him kindly. Thomas whined quietly and she stayed for a moment to make sure he didn't go off walking anywhere. Once his eyes closed she walked back above deck.

There Christopher and Morgan stood. Luckily the alcohol had worn off slightly and was able to slug his way around.

" There must be some way I can repay you."

She shook her head. " Don't worry about it. It saves me from dealing from those the rest of those animals back at the tavern."

Suddenly there was a shout. They all turned and looked at a group of another set of pirates back on the pier.

" There's that brat!"

Rhona readied herself to leave as they made their way down to the dock. Then Morgan walked passed her and stood boldly at the entrance of the ship.

" Captain can handle himself. You'll be safe here." Christopher whispered to her as he gently reached for her wrists. " Don't run. It'll be rude for you to leave while he's protecting you."

Rhona looked at him then back at Morgan with a worried look. He was nearly half drunk. How in the world would he be able to handle himself?

" You do realize you're about ready to board a ship without the captain's permission." he stated bluntly. The men growled and eyed Rhona in anger.
" We just want the girl." One spoke. He went to step forward when a blade blocked him. Rhona stood in amazement. She barely blinked and he had his sword drawn!
" Unfortunately she's on my ship. Which means you can get to her." He growled, pointing the end of his blade at the pirate's stomach. " Now leave before I have to repeat myself again."

They looked up at him, pausing. Then they turned and began to walk away, deciding it wasn't worth it. Once they were out of sight Morgan turned around and gave a laugh.
" Nothing like the look of fright on a bunch of cowards." He moved over to Rhona and placed his arm around her. " Now how about something in return?"
Rhona's respect instantly washed down stream as she slammed her foot into his.

" I think carrying your men back to the ship is a fair enough trade." She spoke calmly as Morgan hunched in trade. She turned to Christopher and gave a smile. " Thank you for the help. I greatly appreciate it."
" I think you should wait a little bit longer until you walk home miss. They could still be out there."

" I'll be fine. Like I said, I deal with this every night. Good night lads." She waved as she stepped down onto the pier. Morgan straightened his back, his foot still throbbing. Christopher was right. Those pirates were most likely waiting for her to get out of their sight until they attacked again. So he left Christopher in charge and snuck his way down.

As he followed behind Morgan made sure not to get too close nor stray too far. He didn't have a problem following her, but it would be finding his way back is where his problem would lie. She had taken so many turns down the alley ways he had thought she knew he was following her for a moment. But after the fifth turn Morgan gave up on remembering. It was just too much of a hassle to remember in this state of mind.

Finally Rhona came to a stop and pulled out her key as she stepped up to a door. Morgan let his shoulders fall. So he had followed her for no reason after all. Well at least he could sleep without worrying if she made it back safely.

He stood, questioning which way to turn first. Finally he decided on going right and began to step. Then he heard it.

Rhona let out a scream. Without wasting time Morgan turned on his heels and ran back. Those sneaky bastards. They knew he was following and waited for him to leave.