It had been a long trip and Westra was looking forward to a few days rest in Melbourne. Beside her limped Bridgett. The poor little trimaran had a damaged pontoon and Westra was forced to break away from Nisshin to escort her back to port. It was up to Barker to find her again but Westra had little doubts that her experienced deputy would.

"I'm tired." Bridgett whined.

"I know kiddo but we'll be docking soon." Westra assured her. "Then you can have all the time you want to rest."

Her lip quivered. "I'm sorry I let you down." She whimpered.

"Hush now. It was an accident and I have to look out for my fleetmates." Westra answered.

Bridgett nodded but she still looked guilty. Westra sighed and decided to leave well enough alone. She wouldn't push it with the fragile trimaran.

Approaching the harbor entrance, Westra's radio crackled.

"MY Steve Irwin, MY Steve Irwin, this is the harbormaster calling you on channel 16, request you switch to channel 12, over."

The harbormaster didn't usually contact her unless something was wrong. Unable to ignore her curiosity, Westra patched herself in rather than let one of her crew handle it.

"Harbor master, this is MY Steve Irwin responding to your call on channel 12, 1-2, over."

"MY Steve Irwin, I request that you please lower your Jolly Rodger and fly only your registered flag."

Now this got Westra's attention. She'd been asked many things by harbormaster's before but she always obeyed. It was the law after all. But this was a step too far. She may've been Dutch registered, said flag flying from her stern, but she belonged to Sea Shepherd first and foremost. Nationality had no place in her heart anymore. In her heart, she was a pirate, a good pirate, and that was that.

When her crew tried to lower the flag in compliance, she resisted them, keeping the lines firmly in place. They gave in eventually and Westra sailed in undaunted.

"Westra are you sure?" Bridgett asked. She'd overheard the radio communications.

"I'm sure. They won't doing anything. I'm calling his bluff." Westra replied.

"But what if it isn't a bluff?" Bridgett asked.

Westra didn't answer but she thought it in her mind. "If he's not bluffing, it'll be the drydock for me." She'd been impounded once before, she did not want to repeat it again. But nonetheless, she stuck true to her ideals and sailed in with her head held high. No one challenged her. A few sailboats approached Bridgett and sniffed her curiously but a warning growl from Westra sent them running.

"Why'd you do that?!" Bridgett whined. "They were just curious."

"Think Cole." Westra answered which shut Bridgett right up. She'd already lost one functional pontoon to a rogue wave. She really didn't want to lose her life in a bomb explosion.

...

Westra docked at her berth while Bridgett limped into drydock. She watched the trimaran's progress closely. Though she was beyond tired, she forced herself to stay awake for her fleetmate.

Eventually, a hospital ship came by and forcibly injected a sedative. Westra was out like a light for the rest of her stay. Coming around 36 hours later, she had a pounding headache which was common for her after having taken anesthesia, but she felt refreshed overall. Glancing once more to the drydock she sighed.

"She'll be alright." said a voice.

Westra turned to see three men on the docks. "Ah, and you would be?" She asked.

"I'm Dave, I'm with Forest Australia." He replied.

Westra straightened up, eyes flashing respect for her fellow environmentalist. "And what can I do for you?" She asked.

"We're looking for a ride offshore. We know you have a tale and we have an idea on how to drop it." He replied.

This intrigued Westra, who had been trying to rid herself of that pesky bastard, Shonan Maru #2, for months! "I'm listening." She said.

Leaning forward, Dave whispered his plan to her...