Disclaimer - I don't own Kim Possible or related characters. This idea is my own. But that's about it.

Warning - Nothing bad in this chapter

Other - I'm pondering this story; I hope to keep it updated, as long as there is a soul(s) out there who wants me to. I'm not sure how long this will be, but it sure isn't a oneshot. I'd really appreciate some reviews; it lets me know what you're thinking.

And yes, in the long run, this will be a KiGo story.

There was nothing quite like the smell of salt air in the morning, or the feel of a cool sea breeze rifling through crisp white sails. The gentle lapping of waves against the firm wood of the Impossible was a comforting noise to its captain. The Impossible was one of the fastest ships on the high seas, with a crew to match. Its captain was fairly tall, though not monstrously so. Upon his head rested a red bandana complete with black polka dots, securing down a mess of red hair.

His outfit consisted of long, billowing white sleeves that were sewn into a small red vest. The vest cut-off above his abdomen, securely tied across his chest. At this point the observer would have to realize that this captain was decidedly female. Her stomach was bared to the world and her pants hung enticingly low. A small black belt hung loosely around the breeches, solely there for the sake of having a place to sheath her sword. Completing the effect were long boots, starting just below her knees, down her shins, and covering her feet.

One of her hands rested upon the hilt of her rapier. She was standing at the fore of the ship, eyes scanning the empty blueness of the ocean. There was no sign of land.

"Cap'n?"

Her reverie was broken by her first mate, a young lad with a mop of blond hair named Ronald. They had grown up together and she had convinced him to become a pirate with her, even though he was dead set against it. He was a nervous fellow with a tendency to panic under pressure, but his advice was as good as it got.

"Yes, Ron." Her eyes remained glued on the water.

"Betty spotted land!" He was grinning; she could tell from the inflection of his voice.

"We head for there, then." She listened to his feet clopping away. He was a sweet boy, really, and it had hurt turning him down when they were younger. In her life pursuing her goals came first, romance later. That wasn't something Ron understood. He did understand, though, being a best friend.

Up in the Crow's Nest, Betty Director glanced back through her telescope. She had lost left eye in a battle thirteen years ago, but her one good eye was as sharp as an eagle's, making her invaluable to the pirate crew manning the Impossible.

There was somebody on that island they were approaching, but she couldn't make out any more than that. The island itself appeared uninhabited; there were no buildings around, only miles of palm trees and white sand.

A small pink rodent scurried up to sit next to her. It chattered at her for a moment, and she nodded. Ron had given the orders to set sail for the island.

"Thanks, Rufus."

Rufus nodded quickly and ran back down the mast. He returned to his customary spot on Ron's shoulder. Most pirates owned parrots, if they owned any animal, but Ron was deathly afraid of parrots. He was deathly afraid of a lot of things, but not naked mole rats.

Half an hour passed and Kim Possible finally stepped away from her post. She had spotted the island for herself and was confident her crew could get there without issue. In the hold of her vessel sat a few treasure chests filled to the brim with jewels and gems. This island was to be the burying site.

She retired to her quarters, relaxing in a hammock. There was not much left for her to do while she waited. A blank sheaf of paper sat on her desk, piercing her with its gaze. The full ink well next to it glared along with its depressed friend. Kim rolled onto her other side.

She should write to her family but she couldn't bring herself to. It had been three years since she had left home, disappearing in the dark of the night. Her parents were both greatly respected individuals in the community, her mother a medical doctor and her father a scientist, and it would bring ruin on their names if anybody were to know that their only daughter became a world renowned pirate.

Knocking on the door woke her up – she must have fallen into a cat nap in her boredom – and she toppled to the floor. Straightening her garb, she opened her door, expecting to see Ron wringing his hands.

Instead she was met with the frustrated face of her helmsmen, Barkin.

"Cap'n Possible, we can't get no closer. The waves be too strong."

"Send out scouts to check out the island. Tell them to return in thirty minutes."

He nodded and trod into the dimming sunshine like the troll of a man he was. There was not much physical attractiveness going on with Barkin; he was a muscle bound man with very little going on upstairs. His nose was bent in several places and most of his teeth were tarnished gold.

Kim shivered slightly. Although Barkin was not handsome, he could hold his own in any brawl and she was glad to have him on her side.

She sat down at her desk, determined to pen a letter home.

Dearest Mother and Father,

I am greatly apologetic that I have not written sooner. I realize that it has been three years since you last heard from me.

She stopped for a moment, nibbling the tip of her quill. Dunking it in the ink, she tried to continue.

I have Ronald with me and we are both doing well. Ronald is still as up tight as always, although I am not sure that is a good thing. He now has a pet rodent named Rufus, who is to all appearances extremely intelligent.

Her parents, she knew, would want to know more about her at this point, but she couldn't bring herself to talk about herself.

Ron sends his pleasantries and hopes you both are well. I am enjoying life on the ocean as much as can be expected. There is a sense of freedom with what I do, as you might imagine.

I understand that it must have come as quite a shock that I had abandoned my life to set sail, but I wish you to know that this is what I truly want to do with my life. I know it is not respectable and I know that is a dangerous occupation.

I have not gotten injured myself in these past three years. Nor have I pierced any part of my body, nor gotten any tattoos. That should come as a relief to you.

Her writings were disturbed by another knock on her door. She was all too happy for the interruption.

"Come in."

Ron poked his head in, "K.P.? You should come up and see this."

Setting down her quill, she tailed him to the deck. Her crew was crowding around in a circle making it impossible for her to see what they were staring at.

"All right you bilge rats, back to your duties."

The dispersal was almost immediate. Kim took a step closer and stopped as she took in the pile of clothing at her feet. Well, it wasn't all clothing. Kim prodded it hesitantly and nearly jumped back as a hand reached out and grabbed her finger.

"Please… parlay…"

"Get this man some water!"

The pile shifted slightly, revealing a pale green face gaunt with lack food and dehydration, "Woman."

Kim blushed, "Get this woman some water!"

The woman coughed weakly, "Parlay…"

"I heard you the first time," Kim snapped briskly. She wasn't used to finding people on abandoned islands, "I won't hurt you when you're in this shape."

"Thanks."

A deckhand hurried over with a small bowl of water. The woman slurped it down greedily before collapsing back to the ground.

"Bring me some biscuits, quickly."

The next hour or so was spent making the newcomer comfortable. Kim learned that the other woman was named Shego; obviously a nickname but since her guest was not forthcoming with the real thing, it would have to do. Kim sacrificed her personal hammock for the weaker woman.

"You don't have to… Why are you being so… so nice?" Shego's voice held a sort of dry sarcasm.

"It's who I am." Kim was greatly respected by her crew, and the crews of others, because of the mercy she displayed. She wasn't the kind of pirate to rob without reason, or kill without provocation. It seemed, at times, that she was too kind to be a real pirate.

Shego smiled crookedly, "I see."

"I will let you sleep, then. I hope you don't mind me writing in here for a little while."

"Thanks, Captain…?"

"Possible, Kim Possible."

"Alright, Kim Possible." Shego settled down and rolled onto one side, slipping into sleep.

Kim sat back down at her desk, staring at the half written letter.

I'm pondering on sailing by home in half a year to check in. I know I am long overdue for a visit. Please understand that I cannot set a fixed date for visiting; as I am a wanted pirate now, I must tip-toe around. There is a chance this letter might be intercepted, and I want no trap set for me.

Give the tweebs my love.

Sincerely,

Kimmie

Swallowing roughly, she folded the paper and slid it into an envelope. If she didn't seal and address it now, she knew she would rip it up later. Grabbing a candle and a ball of wax, she dripped bright red wax onto the mouth of the envelope. Then, jamming the ring on her pointer finger down into the molten wax, left her seal: three horizontal slash marks with a feather in the center.