Okay! It's me, Minty! Just wanted to say that all smurfs belong to Peyo, save for Saucy, in which I own. And Crafty, frostforge44 owns her, so go check her out on /u/3066345/

I fluttered my eyes open as I sat myself up. My lower arms felt relatively weak and my head was spinning.
"Oww..." I complained as I rubbed my temple. Suddenly, my eyes decided to access my surroundings and found that I was in a forest, the sun hit the dark leaves, changing there color to a more flavorful, crisp green apple. My ears perked up the sound of rushing water and I slowly got up. The creek, or river, was my only chance of a reflection and fresh water. So, I sprinted towards it and skid on my knees to the bank, and knelt over the clear water. 'I actually look kind of pretty' I thought to myself as I ran fingers down my light-ish blue cheek. I had a small-ish nose that was spattered with light blue freckles, set between two large purple eyes, that gleamed with curiosity. My hair however was another story, it was a mangled-mess, and appeared as if it hadn't had a good washing in months! I ran my fingers through it and smiled, I felt a little proud, of the oily mess, that would have been bleach blonde, had I washed it. I looked at my hands and found them both caked with cuts and mud, I smirked and examined my clothes. I loose puffy cotton shirt hung down over my curvy body, my trousers were tight, forming even more of a figure on my blue body, and on my feet were leather boots, slightly loose as well. They appeared dirty and worn, about to fall off. I smirked and put my cupped hands in the water, splashing it on my face. This not only woke me up and make me feel better, it also helped me realize how hungry I was. I took a small sip of the water, and instantly felt relinquished. I got up and started to tread the forest on my south, praying to find some type of food, suddenly a song came to mind, and I began to sing as I looked for food.

~Meanwhile~

The four boys were all kind of silent as they went out to search for smurf-berries. It had gotten a little more awkward between them all since Crafty and Gutsy had been going out. It wasn't their fault however, now Crafty was all Gutsy talked about now-a-days! If they heard one more word about Crafty's wonderful feature's and her amazing inventions, the entire village, except for Crafty, Smurfette, and Papa Smurf, were going to make sure Gutsy never talked again. They all enjoyed Crafty and were a dear friend to all of them but, they couldn't help but be annoyed when Gutsy spoke of her. Grouchy was in the very front, not really looking for anything, just being himself, until a beautiful voice pricked at his ears. He whipped around and stopped the line of the boys, making them all fall and let out a synchronized yell of annoyance.
"Shhh!" Grouchy said, looking in the direction of the voice.
"Yo ho, haul together,
hoist the colors high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars;
never say we die."

Grouchy sighed with ecstasy, and turned back to the group.
"You guys heard that right?" He asked hoping he wasn't insane. All but Gutsy shook his head. Grouchy smirked and without say, took off in the direction, of the song. It was amazing and he couldn't stay away from it. He froze in place to hear the next verse of the song.

"Now some have died, and some are alive;and others sail on the the keys to the cageand the devil to pay,we lay to the fiddler's green."

"There you are!" He growled as he peeked through the bushes, and saw the most beautiful smurfette he had ever seen. He felt his breath catch in his throat as he watched her sing and turn towards him. He slowly regained his composure, and watched her slowly, as she twirled and danced to the song that she sang. Grouchy couldn't tear his eyes away, no matter how hard he tried, that was until Gutsy came up and pushed him out into the smurfette's view.

"Yo ho all together,hoist the colors ho, thieves and beggars;

never shall we die."

The strange smurfette seemed to absorbed in her song to really notice the smurf that had almost silently fallen out into the small clearing. Either that or she was completely ignoring the fact that he had fallen, so that she could finish her wonderful song. Grouchy decided it to be the former and waited until she finished so he could meet the girl. Plus, he wanted to hear the song more than anything, so he kept silent.

"The bell has been raisedfrom it's watery grave,hear it's sepulchral tone.A call to all; pay heed the squall,and turn your sails to home."

"Yo ho, haul together,hoist the colors ho, thieves and beggars;never say we die."

"Yo ho, all together,hoist the colors ho, thieves and beggars;never shall we die."

"The king and his menstole the queen from her bed,and bound her in her seas be ours, and by the powers;where we will; we'll roam."

~ Regular P.o.V~

I don't know how I got so sucked into the song but, as I sang it, memories of a dance flashed into my brain, that would go along with the song. The other thing that I noticed is each time I sung 'never shall we die' it felt as if my heart was being stabbed, with the sharpest cutlass anyone could put together.
"Oh wow." I jumped at this person's words and whipped around, finding my hand at my hip, and it found nothing. I slowly took my hand back and wondered what would've rested at my hip that I would have used for defense. I shrugged and my thoughts stirred back to the creature that stood up and stared at me dreamily. I glared at him and took an intimidating step forward.
"Who are you?" I said. My voice sounded more delicate than I expected, not squeaky and girly, just delicate, like a morning rain or a flower falling into a creek. The blue creature got up and held out his hand, for me to shake. I looked at it with disgust, for some reason, I didn't like how it was so, I don't know... so clean. So, I smirked as I spit in the palm of my blue hand and slapped his with a hard shake. At first he scowled then cleared his throat.
"The name's Grouchy." He said roughly. I smirked and took my hand away, as I opened my mouth to say my name when nothing came to mind. I looked back to Grouchy and he looked expectant, and I cleared my throat.
"I- I- I don't remember..." I said almost quietly. I looked at my boots and dug the heels into the ground, just to keep me from feeling awkward.
"What do ye' mean when ye' say ye' can't remember yer own name, lass?" A rough Scottish accent broke my concentration on the ground and I shot up.
"Did I stutter, or are you just that ignorant?" I snapped, directing my attention to him. The Scotsman seemed angry and intimidated at the same time. I smirked and turned back to the water.
"Yes, I cannot remember my name. If either of you have information than, I would like to hear. If not, either you take me where you came from, or I go solo, into the world, finding unknown treasure's, forever seeking that bloody Fountain of Youth!" I slapped my mouth closed.
'Where did that come from?' I asked myself. I shrugged it off and looked back at the boys. Grouchy had a hard scowl on his face but, his eyes gleamed with something different, and the Scotsman smirked.
"I've got a name fer ye'." He said looking me up and down. I gave him an expectant look, and he grinned.
"Saucy. We'll call ye' that." I paused and thought for a moment. Contemplating if I could tolerate being called that. I smirked and nodded.
"Alright then. Let's go. You are taking me back, aren't ya'?" I asked him before I took any step closer. Grouchy nodded and the Scotsman rolled his blue eyes, before nodding.
"So, lead the way." I said, gesturing to the trees. He smirked and began to walk, waving for me and Grouchy to follow. I went first and Grouchy followed, his head low. I thought about asking him what was wrong but, decided against it. Instead I bumped into another blue 'person' and looked up. This one had glasses, and looked very arrogant.
"And, who may I ask, are you?" He asked in a some-what squeaky voice. I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
"Saucy, brainiac, what's it to you?" I asked giving him a sarcastic look. He sent me a glare from the Locker itself before continueing on a path. I smirked, and lagged behind with the Scotsman.
"So far, you and Grouchy are good in my book. That smurf better watch himself." I growled, eyeing the glasses smurf from behind. I heard the Scotsman snicker and then he cleared his throat.
"Name's Gutsy by the way. If you ever need him taken care of, just call me and Grouchy." I smirked, and shook his hand with my spit-soaked one.
"Pleasure Gutsy, I'm sure you and I will get along just fine." I said slyly.
"Nice, firm handshake. You should meet me lassie, Crafty." He said this in a dreamy way and I cleared my throat.
"Does she enjoy the color pink?" I asked trying to sound like the brainiac. Gutsy doubled over with laughter at my impersonation that hit the smurf on the nose. He got up and shook his head.
"No, me lassie, hates the color pink." He said taking a breath.
"We'll get along just fine then." I said with a hint of sarcasm.