She couldn't remember how many times she had to remind herself to breathe through her mouth and not her nose. Because seriously what was the god-awful smell? How could things get that bad? She answered her own question when she found the source.

Which was one very rotten pile of used to be food, it was so far gone she couldn't even think of what it could have been. She held it out at arm's length trying to keep it as far away as possible, but with the rotten fungus that close breathing through her mouth, she could practically taste the smell. And it was not pretty.

She made sure she mopped that spot a few extra times than needed before moving on to the rest of the floor. The soon to be sleeping corridors were empty as the crew wasn't due to come for another few hours, but Amelia insisted that they got to the ship earlier to make sure everything was in order for the unloading and arrival of others.

And after cleaning most of the rooms Elizabeth could see why she insisted. She popped the mop back into the bucket rising it off the dirty particles before taking it back out to go over another area where a spot just wouldn't come up. Another twenty minutes or so the teenager was done she threw a rag over her shoulder and placed her hand on her hip admiring her work.

The once dirty room was now polished and fresher, the stale air gone and replaced with a hint of lemon. The wood floors practically sparkled at you they were so clean. Yeah, she felt proud of herself even though the only real thing she did was clean but still, even the simplest task played an important role on a ship. Or so she's always been told.

Plus she highly doubted the crew wanted to sleep within ten feet of whatever she cleaned up.

So she had the right to feel smug if she wanted to. She only shifted from her position when she heard the sound of approaching footsteps, she wasn't surprised when she saw First Officer Arrow. He didn't say anything at first as he continued to walk till he was in the middle of the room careful eyeing over everything, he circled the room fully till he turned to face Elizabeth.

She had her eyebrows raised expectantly and her booted foot began a nervous tapping. "Well?" She pressed. "Do I have your seal of approval or not?"

His face softened as he smiled at her and shifted his hat on top of his head. "Well, I say that you did a splendid Job, Miss Armstrong." She smirked at him before picking up the bucket of dirty water. "Well thank you Arrow, now only the poop deck is left." She gave him a mock salute before marching up the stairs which was proving to be a challenge as she didn't want to spill the water everywhere.

She only made it up to three steps till Arrow decided he would rather help her than watch her struggle. She gave him her thanks before dragging the bucket to the edge of the ship and pouring the dirty contents overboard. She filled it backed up with fresh water and began mopping again.

"Marvelous Job, Cadet Armstrong!" She heard Amelia's voice call from above, she looked up to find her standing on a mast fastening one of the few sails. "I'm sure you can eat off this floor when you're done!" She tied the knot securely before jumping to the next pillar off to finish her work.

"I don't know about eating off it but it will be clean," Elizabeth said in a tone to soft for her to hear as she dunked the mop back into the sudsy water.

When she finally did finish mopping the deck she was set to set up all the rooms which meant making beds, putting up storage, organizing the kitchen, and finally unpacking all her stuff in her corridor. Her room was small no bigger than the eating area downstairs the only thing in it was a bland looking hammock and a storage unit.

She dragged the bag over her shoulder to the storage unit and slowly flipped the locks open before just dumping the belonging in it and throwing her now empty bag in the corner of her room. She looked in the box making sure everything was in there, spare clothes, sleeping materials, the necessities.

She pushed aside one of the extra shirts and found an old locket, the once sterling silver was now old and even rusted over in some parts. She slowly flipped it open and watched as the projections of three people flickered into view. The oldest was a man and woman each wearing happy smiles -the image flickered out before coming back- the family was running around chasing after a young toddler. A brown girl with dark eyes.

The man had salt and pepper like hair and dark eyes. The woman had soft brown hair that was in loose curls her eyes were the baby blue of the sky. They were a happy family she stared a few more moments at the moving images till a knock on her door rang through the room.

She dropped her head and let the cool metal of her chain fall into place on her neck, she tucked it under her shirt before allowing the visitor access to her room.

Arrow stepped into the room and because of his size he looked even bigger than usual in here, something Elizabeth didn't think was possible. "The crew has arrived," He announced causing the girl in front of him to all but frown. "I would most like it if you would help me see they become acquainted with the ship."

"Yes Sir,"

He smiled at her before leading the way out her room, once on the deck, Elizabeth had to blink at the sudden life it had on it. Everywhere she turned there was someone doing something unloading supplies, moving belongings, and setting up for work.

"Look out!" Elizabeth had to quickly duck as someone was swinging over her head on one of the many ropes tied to the ship. She narrowed her eyes after the quickly disappearing figure of the crewmate.

She took a long breath through her nose her shoulders sagging as she did in utter defeat. "I can't believe I'm stuck here for the next few months."

Just then a big slug-like alien passed in front of her spewing spit and gases making her hair blow up at odd angles. She swore he smelt worse than the mess she cleaned up earlier. A deep frown managed to settle its way across her features.

"The next very long few months," She grumbled crosses her arms over her chest. Arrow was watching the girl with amusement twinkling in his eyes.

"I trust that we shall have no incidents correct, Cadet?" Elizabeth looked up at that man who was all but grinning at her.

She looked away a smile making its way on her face. "I can't promise anything."

After that Arrow sent her off to help the new cook organize the kitchen because the Kitchen was one of the most important parts of the ship, he was just trying in a very polite way to send her to the place where she could cause the least amount of trouble. He set off to help the crewmates settle in while that Captain was doing whatever she was doing. With that, the two went their separate ways.

When she walked down the stairs to the kitchen she was greeted with the strangest thing, at first she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her and so she blinked. One, two, three times. But much to her surprise the Pink Thing was still there.

She let out a surprised squawk and took a step back nearly tripping over her boots.

"Well, I see ya've meant Morph," That voice was new and unknown to her. She turned to the direction of it and saw a man standing next to the cupboards. At first, she didn't notice he looked like any Ursid she has seen before. But that was just his left side.

He turned to face her a mischievous smile on his features, well the features that could smile anyway. The right majority of his body, from what she could tell, was mechanical as in he was a Cyborg. His right eye scanned over her in a way that made her feel as if he was looking for something. "The names, O Long John Silver," He continued. "But cha can 'ust call meh Silver."

He held out his hand, the flesh one, towards her. Elizabeth's eyes flickered from the hand to him a few time before she took it.

"Elizabeth," She introduced herself. "Elizabeth Armstrong."

The Pink blob, Morph she remembered, appeared in front of her then quickly changed into a miniature version of her. "Elizabeth Armstrong! Armstrong! Armstrong!" He repeated in a high pitched voice making her smirk at the thing. "What is he?" She asked looking over at Sliver.

"Well he a Morphling," The Cyborg explained. "I found 'im and he 'ust grew on meh." The blob changed back to its original pink form of space goo and nuzzled itself into the man's cheek.

"He's a little softie."

"Yeah literally," She replied causing Morph to float around her head, eventually he calmed down and settled for floating near her shoulder.

Silver smiled at the girl. "I 'hink he's taken a likein' to ya lass," Silver let out a laugh before turning back to the cupboards putting food in. "Now if ya don't mind my askin' whatcha doin' 'ere?"

"We'll Mr. Arrow sent me down here to help you," She explained picking up a full box of canned foods and meat, she let it dropped to the counter as she opened the cupboard and began putting the items away. "Personally I think he's just trying to keep me out of trouble."

He grabbed a few items out of the box before speaking again, "Well that's awfully kind o ya lass but 'hat I meant was what are you doing 'ere? On the ship?" He carefully watched the young girl, she pursed her lips before answering.

"Working," She summed up chewing on the inside of her cheek, she reached in the box and found that it was already empty and moved on to the next one. She felt Sliver's gaze on her, he had his eyebrows raised signaling for her to go on. "Working on a 'being a better me'."

Not her words.

"Well, what's 'rong with ya?"

"That's a very long story I wouldn't want to bore you with," The locket around her neck suddenly became tight. A pained expression crossed her face for a short moment before she dived back into the conversation. "Why do you ask?"

"Well I wasn't pecting this many people in the crew is all," He hummed and it piqued Elizabeth's interest, but before she could dig deeper he was setting her to work. "Well since ya 'ere mind helping with dinner?"

"No not at all," She gave him a small smile before handing him an apron. "So what are we cooking?"

Much to Elizabeth's surprise she actually enjoyed her time with Silver. He was very charismatic, in a way. He dove deeper into the story of how he came across Morph and his other journeys of being a crew's cook. She shared with him a few things about her nothing she hasn't told anybody else, she thought she was boring compared to the old man.

She opened her mouth to ask him another question but came to a stop as she heard the sound of multiple footsteps and voices talking. Accompanied by a strange noise the sound of metal clanking.

Down the stairs came Arrow along with two new guests the one she noticed first was a Dog like man rambling on about a Feline, one Elizabeth could assume was none other than Captain Amelia, who probably had an entertaining time introducing herself. Elizabeth's eyes scanned over the man's attire from the spectacles on his nose to his overly sized space suit.

She could understand if Amelia poked fun at him.

"It's my Map and she's got me busting tables," The other voice belonged to a boy not too much younger than Elizabeth. He had a mess of brown hair atop his head and donned a leather jacket.

At the last remark, Mr. Arrow patience for the two had quickly dissolved he grabbed them each by the shoulder stopping them from saying the next few probably not kind words about Captain, "I'll not tolerate a cross word about our Captain," He said his voice taking an authoritative tone Elizabeth rarely heard. "There's no finer officer in this or any Galaxy."

The two then toned down before turning their attention to the kitchen where Sliver and Elizabeth were just finishing up, Sliver had even taken kindly to act like he wasn't paying attention by whistling loudly.

"Mr. Silver!"

Sliver sent her a quick smile before turning to the group, "Why Mr. Arrow sir," He started stopping from cutting up the meat to wipe his hands on his aprons. He practically paraded around the galley as he introduced himself to the pair, Elizabeth didn't miss how the boy eyed Silver.

"May I introduce Dr. Doppler," Arrow spoke up as the man proudly walked up to Elizabeth and Silver. "The Financier of our voyage."

Silver eyes, well eye really, twinkled with mirth before a red beam found its way scanning over the man's space suit. "Love the outfit, Doc," This made the man extremely uncomfortable and Elizabeth laughed as he tried to cover up wherever the beam landed like it could see something that it wasn't supposed to.

"Well... Uh, thank you. Love the eye," He replied awkwardly before dragging the boy in front of him, more like a shield than anything else. "This young Lad is Jim Hawkins."

The boy had an ever-present frown on his face since the moment he stepped foot in the Galley. Elizabeth made a note to avoid him as much as possible. Silver dived into the conversation first.

"Jimbo," He greeted making the mistake of sticking out his cyborg hand which still was in cooking mode, places where fingers should be knives and odd mixes tools were found there instead. Realizing his mistake he quickly changed back to his regular hand.

The boy stared at the hand and the man it belonged to, much like Elizabeth did earlier but instead of taking it he continued to stare at it. Sliver only smiled as he went back to work. "Nah, 'on't be too put off by 'his hunk O hardware," He mused moving vastly through the kitchen.

Elizabeth could tell he was trying to show off to get the boys approval, she exchanged a small smile with Arrow at this. He heated up his contents of food in a small pan before dumping them in the pot, sprinkling in a little salt. He got a ladle out and tasted the soup smacked his lips in approval before getting out three bowls and pouring a little in each.

He shoved the bowls into the hands of the Doctor, Jim, and Elizabeth, "Have a taste of me famous Bonzebeast Stew." Elizabeth looked down at the chunky contents swirling her bowl slightly.

She heard the smacking of lips and looked up to find the doctor reviewing the stew, "Ol' family recipe," Silver informed earning the doctor's approval as he went in to take another sip but much to his surprise and Elizabeth's too an eyeball came afloat stopping him mid-action. He cringed before almost dropping the bowl entirely.

When did he even put that in there, the blonde wondered to herself.

"In fact," Silver added throwing his arms over the Doctor's shoulder. "That was part of the old family." He laughed for a minute even going as far as wiping a tear from his eye. "Just kidding, Doc," He then plucked the eyeball out and popped it in his mouth. He turned to the two younger kids.

"Go on, Jimbo," he encouraged then turned to Elizabeth. "You too now, Eliza have a swig." Elizabeth took noticed of the nickname right away because no one hasn't called her that in a while. She smiled at the older man before looking down at the contents of her bowl and swirling the silver spoon around slightly.

No. Obviously, she wasn't going to taste it not after an eyeball popped up in one, herself was saved by Morph who had formed into Jim's spoon and ate his bite. He then turned into a straw and sucked up the remains while Sliver scolds him, not like the pink blob was paying him much attention anyway. He was too fascinated by the new guest.

He cuddled into Jim's face, much like he did Elizabeth earlier, Jim didn't seem to mind. With a smile, he asked, "What is that thing?"

"What is that thing?" Morph mocked making Elizabeth smile.

He broke apart quickly coming back together to form a mini Jim, Jim leaned in closer to him while Silver explained how he found him again. Morph licked Jim's face before fluttering back over to Sliver. The sound of the ship's bell brought Elizabeth's attention to the action up on the deck.

"We're about to get underway," Arrow announced getting both Jim and the Doctors attention. "Would you like to observe the launch, Doctor?"

"Would I? Does an active galactic nucleus have supernurmeral jets?" The young girl guessed that this was his try at a joke. A sad misunderstood one at that. Seeing as he was the only one understanding the information he spoke again. "I'll follow you."

They began heading upstairs, Arrow turned to leave then noticed how Jim was about to follow and announced that he would be under Sliver's care from this point being, this took the other man by surprise causing him to spit out his stew.

He tried to object but Arrow quickly dismissed it then turned to Elizabeth, "Cadet Armstrong the Captain would like to see you in her estate."

Elizabeth raised her eyebrows at him but followed anyway, once they were out of earshot she asked, "May I know what about, Sir?"

"Well your assignment for the voyage of course," Elizabeth raised an eyebrow in confusion at that but left anyway.

Wasn't her assignments on this voyage just textbook work? At Least that's what they made it seem like, they being Arrow and Amelia that is.

"You called for me, Ma'am?" Elizabeth asked upon entering the estate she found the Captain sitting at her desk tossing a key back and forth in her hands. Her ears perked up and the sight of the girl.

"So have you meant our two other companions?" She asked a playful smirk forming on her features.

"Yes, I have."

"Yes well you see I'll be needing you to be doing something very important for me," She stood up from her seat and walked around her desk until she was directly in front of Elizabeth. "the boy, Jim, well he's a little bit of the rebellious nature and as you know Silver is in charge of him." Elizabeth nodded. "But I believe that Mr. Silver will have quite a hard time with him."

The girl brought her eyebrows together in confusion. "I'm sorry but I'm not following, ma'am."

"Yes well let me shorten this up," She brought her hand to her chin in thought mumbling lowly to herself. "I would like you to watch over Mr. Hawkins see to it he stays out of trouble."

"You want me to what?"

"See to it he stays out of trouble, Love," Amelia repeated this time in a gentler tone.

"You want me to babysit?" Elizabeth balked. "But what about my assignments? I can't do all of this."

"Now, now I wouldn't go as far to call what you're doing something as trivial as babysitting," Amelia tutted. "And those assignments are expected to be done and turned in on time." She stressed the last bit out harshly.

"But that isn't fair "

"Cadet." Amelia's stern tone cut off whatever petulant point Elizabeth was about to make. "This isn't up for debate." She rose from her desk. "I expect you stick to him like glue and still keep up with your duties, is that clear?"

"Yes, Ma'am." The brown haired girl finally gave in with a sigh of dismay.

The older woman in front of her smiled pleased, "Well I suggest you go and find him them." She encouraged with a friendly pat on her shoulder. "The launch is about to start."