An eerie silence had spread between the two ships that had faced off. The Welsh Dragon had been overtaken by the Quimera and the once grand pirate ship was now a burning lump of timber. A single lifeboat was rowing away from the wreckage, its blonde occupant covered in cuts and bruises. The proud woman's back was straight but the pain in her eyes was evident as she glanced over her shoulder at the wreckage, watching the Spanish ship sail away. She couldn't believe it had actually happened but she'd underestimated Antonio and Lovino. She would not do that again.

"I could kill you, but I think letting you live will be much harsher."

"Bloody bastard, you'll pay for this!"

"Oh, pequena you're so funny. Adios, senorita."

The words rang through Guinevere's head as she walked on the beach. The Welsh woman was furious, both at herself and Antonio and Lovino. Thanks to them she was stranded with no vessel or crew. She trembled, both with rage and sorrow at the memory. Her entire crew had been murdered by that Spanish bastard and his bloody little Italian boyfriend. She stopped, turning to glare out toward the open ocean. "Bloody Spaniard is going to pay." She grumbled before giving a sigh and running a hand through her blonde tresses. She was seriously going to hurt Antonio the next time she saw him and that was a promise. She turned toward the pier she'd spotted, glad that it was lined with docks. Docks meant ships and ships meant potential jobs. So, putting Antonio aside for the moment, she headed that way intent on finding a job and getting a new vessel. With that in mind, she went to the pier. She mentally went over a list of things she would need to gather. She'd lost a lot more than her vessel and crew to that bastard, though those were the most important things she'd lost. Her crew had been like family to her.

'No, no yeh can't wallow in bloody self pity. None of them would have wanted that. They'd want yeh kicking their bloody balls.' She thought to herself. She had reached the pier by then and spotted a cabin boy leaving the docks. He was about sixteen or so, with shaggy brown hair, warm brown eyes and a nice tan from being out on the ocean. His clothes were a little travel worn and a bit tattered but still kept him decent. Her own were only a little better. Her cream blouse was dirty and tattered, the same with her slightly shorter than knee length skirt. At least her boots were still in good shape. She flashed him a charming smile, waving him over. "Oi, lad would yeh be knowing if there were any jobs on any of the ships?" she asked blue eyes warm and friendly. The boy smiled back, though he seemed a little smug as he did.

"Aye, I just left one of the ships, miss but I'm afraid that the vessel I left don't hire women." He answered and she just laughed.

"I wasn't asking for meself, lad. I was asking for me brother." She spoke waving a hand in an absentminded gesture. Well, it looked as if she was going to have to get a change of clothes before she could find a job. "I'll just head back into town and let him know." She commented and headed that way before the boy could stop her. It wasn't long before she reached the outskirts of the small port town and her sharp eyes caught some clothes on a line that she knew wouldn't be missed. She also grabbed a pair of ripped hose and a hat before she ducked into an alleyway to change. A few minutes later, a petite, curvy boy stepped out of the alleyway and headed back to the docks, whistling a merry little tune as he went. It didn't take the 'boy' long to reach the docks and find the fishing ship that the cabin boy had left earlier. She approached the ship, noting it was Swiss and only nodded slightly. The Swiss were an odd lot, usually mercenaries. Whatever, beggars couldn't be choosers. She made her way onto the ship and a quick inquiry had her finding the captain to talk to him. He was a tall, well built man with shaggy dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He looked like he'd spent his life on the sea and while she liked that, she did not like the look he gave her after she asked to be a part of his crew.

"I'm afraid I cannot accept you onto my crew, lad. You wouldn't be able to do the work, you're much too small." Captain Tanner spoke and Guin started to speak in her defense when a voice spoke up from behind her.

"Let him on the ship, Captain. He will be a hard worker." The voice was male with a distinct German accent attached to it. Guin half turned to see a blonde haired man of Swiss descent standing behind her and slightly to her left. He was lean and well built with plenty of muscle. He had a rifle slung over his shoulder that belied his almost casual stance. A neutral expression was on his face, but his green eyes were studying her rather intently. Their intensity might have unnerved her but the man looked to the Captain shortly after her gaze fell on him. Captain Tanner raised an eyebrow.

"You know Gavin, Vash?" he asked.

"I know a good worker when I see one. I'll look after him." The Swiss man replied bluntly and Captain Tanner chuckled, nodding.

"Very well then, I suppose we can give you a trial run. We'll be at another port in a couple of weeks anyway." He commented and left to continue overseeing the preparations. Guin turned to Vash, raising an eyebrow at him. The blonde gave a shrug in reply and motioned for her to follow him. Guin let out a sigh but followed realizing it was going to be a pain in the ass to learn to be a crew member again after being a Captain. Vash showed her around The Persephone, making sure she knew where all the equipment was that she would be working with. She memorized all the information he gave her and then she was shown where she would be sleeping below decks. Her new bed was one of many hammock type deals and inwardly she groaned. She hated sleeping in those but well she didn't have much choice, now did she? Then the call went up that they were setting sail and they went up to see how they could help. The first day went smoothly and Guin settled onto her hammock to sleep thinking that this might not be so bad after all. She didn't sleep well at all that night, not used to sleeping below decks with a group of snoring men.

The next morning she woke with the rest of the crew and was assigned to swabbing the deck. She wasn't surprised, being the new boy on the ship so she took the job without complaint and went to work. The buckets of water that she was to use swabbing the deck were heavy things. It had been a long time since she'd done this kind of work but she was not going to let it stop her. The blonde hummed under her breath as she worked. The sun was hot on her back and shoulders but it felt good to be doing an honest day's work, not that she hadn't worked when she was a Captain. She helped around the ship after finishing her assigned duties, surprising the rest of the crew with how much she knew about working on a ship. They seemed to grudgingly respect her for the moment and she had to hide a triumphant smile. She wasn't even bothered by their jibes of 'beginner's luck'. She'd be off their ship at the next port anyway, so she wasn't looking to form connections with any of them. They were all a little rough for her tastes. She helped haul in the nets that evening before they went to supper. She was not prepared for the teasing that started up the next day.