WOOOOO! AN ACTUAL CHAPTER! Well, here we go. I'm very VERY excited to write this, since I have a bit of a pirate fetish, as well as a HUGE SoMa fetish. I hope I did okay with the dialogue and lingo and everything. All I had to help were movies and google, but you know. Reviews are the bomb dot com and I really really appreciate them. Hope you enjoy!

Sadly, I do not own Soul Eater, or Fifteen Men on the Dead Man's Chest by The Jolly Rogers.

"Fifteen men on a dead man's chest…"

The drunken slur made her cringe and momentarily stop scrubbing the deck. The idiots were starting to sing again, and they would no-doubt try to hook her into their ridiculous antics. She dunked her sponge back into the bucket of suds and scrubbed at the wood in annoyance. Maybe she would get lucky and someone would interrupt the morons before they could get too excited.

"Drink and the devil had done for the rest!"

They were starting to yell the verses from all over the small ship now. Were they stupid?! They were supposed to be cleaning the entire ship, not singing pirate sea shanties, dammit! If someone were to hear them, the crew would be punished for sure! Surely, someone had enough brain cells to stop them.

"YO HO HO AND A BOTTLE OF RUM!"

Ah, just her luck. The entire crew of the small cargo ship had joined in, getting progressively louder and louder, as she just kept on with her irritated scouring of the wooden deck. That moronic excuse of a sailor would probably show up any minute and pull her to his chest trying to-

"MAKA! COME SING WITH YOUR GOD!"

Speak of the blue-haired devil. She was suddenly yanked from the hard floor and crushed against the side of her long-time friend. Her long-time, drunken friend.

"I've told you before, and I'll tell you again, Star. I am not going to get drunk with the rest of you imbeciles just so I can be kicked off this sorry excuse for a ship!" she growled, shoving the slurring moron off of her and going back to pick up her previously discarded cleaning supplies.

"Makaaaaaa," he whined, "You need to let loose! We've been sailing together for ten years, and you haven't even gotten drunk once!"

"And I intend to keep it that way!" She snarled. And as if to raise her level of annoyance, the crew all joined together in a booming voice to chant the next verse of the song.

"Maka, one drink isn't even going to do anything to-" he let out a hiccup and a fit of very unmanly giggles before continuing, "-you! Trust your God! Just come and have some-!"

"Why is it I don't see ye useless bilge rats followin' orders?!"

Maka stifled a chuckle as the crew practically choked themselves in an attempt to be silent. It was always amusing to watch the idiots virtually soil themselves in the presence of their angry captain. The tall man with his red tresses was anything but intimidating to Maka.

"MAKA! WHAT IS MY DARLIN' BEAUTY DOIN' SCRUBBIN' THE DECKS!"

Although, she probably thought that because the "non-intimidating idiot" happened to be her father.

Said idiot was now flinging himself down the stairs towards Maka, hands outstretched in an attempt to tackle and embrace her. Maka, however, would have none of this. Waiting for the opportune moment, she raised her boot-clad foot and brought it against the side of her father's head, knocking the over-enthusiastic captain unconscious. His constant attempts at coddling were really starting to grate on her nerves, but she still needed help from her failure of a father. Even if he had taken her in after finding her all those years ago, she still couldn't forgive him for abandoning his family, as well as for the life he was currently living. Although, she was, after all, living that same life with him, so she was probably being hypocritical, but she couldn't find it in herself to care.

The rest of the crew stared in awe as their "fearless and indestructible" leader was flung to the side by the boot of a mere woman. Even after having Maka on board for many years, they still couldn't process how someone that petite, her body looking like that of an underdeveloped teenager, could put their daunting captain in his place.

Maka, however, was getting annoyed with the lack of obedience from the crew just as her father was. She marched up the stairs to the higher level of the deck, shrugging on her coat and placing her hat on her head- she always felt as if the large, feather clad hat served more to enforce her authority as first mate, rather than actually shield her beautiful green eyes from the sun- and stood to look down at the now relaxed atmosphere of the ship, summoning the booming voice she used to bark orders.

"Listen up, ye filthy scum! We've been in the same damn port for three days' time, and I 'aven't the slightest intention to stay any longer! Hoist the sails and make good to clear port! And once yer finished, I want ev'ry one of ye disgusting dogs scrubbin' this ship all over! Savvy?!"

A collective "AYE, MA'AM!" was heard from the group.

"Now get to work, or so help me I will throw all the rum overboard!"

She cringed at the turn her voice had taken. Years of living amongst pirates was certain to impose their horrid lingo upon her, and although she could keep the harsh dialect to a minimum whenever she was carrying out regular conversation, even Maka Albarn couldn't keep her voice from morphing into one reflecting her heritage while she was commanding a crew.

Regardless of how much she despised it, it was useful to get a lazy group of men working again, demonstrated by the swarm that was now hurrying about on the deck, rushing to carry out Maka's orders. There were times when she contemplated finding a ship and a crew to call her own, but she quickly pushed the thought to the back of her head. Pirates were cruel and merciless, a fine example being her own father and his crew, and being one of them would require having the heartlessness to go pillaging and raiding innocent homes and villages, which was one act she refused to partake in. She always stayed on the ship, or "The Death Scythe" as it was formally named, to study maps or records of older pirates whenever her father led raids of wealthy, and sometimes not so wealthy, ports. Her hatred for him already ran deep, so the fact that he attacked villages and ports did not really affect her. The only thing she had forced her father to swear to was the promise of never killing an innocent civilian, and he had kept his promise for as long as she had been a part of his crew.

She was awoken from her thoughts as a large hand clapped her on the back, spiky blue hair visible from the corner of her eye.

"Ya know, yer never gonna get yerself a nice, smart lad when ye go around usin' that voice all the time," Black Star chuckled.

"And what in the name of god makes you think I want to find myself a man? I'm perfectly fine on my own, thank you."

"Well now, whatever 'appened to that dream of becoming a noble woman, with yer fancy gowns and yer nice smelling men, and yer-" He was cut off by the intense heat of her glare, green eye blazing as they met his own. "Whoa now! No need to set me on fire with those huge eyes of yer's! I was but remembering a time when ye wasn't that scary." Another smoldering glare. "Well, even if ye don't want to get yerself a fine lad, that doesn't mean ya 'ave to stay on this sorry excuse of a vessel yer whole life. Go find yerself some adventure! Hell, I'll come with ya if ye don't feel you can do it all by yer lonesome!"

"Star, as much as I appreciate the offer-as well as the unneeded advice- I don't think I'll be going anywhere for a little while. I need to find those disgusting beasts that ruined my childhood, and I need a ship to do that." Maka turned and walked to edge of the large ship, gazing across the water that went on for miles and miles.

Following her to edge, Black Star ruffled her hair and laid an encouraging hand on her shoulder. "You'll find 'em, Maka. I know it for a fact."

She sighed, taking a final glance at the never-ending waves and ripples of the ocean where she knew her mother's killers were sure to be. She knew she was going to find them too. It didn't matter whether she came out of it alive or dead, because she was going to punish the men that ended her mother's life. That was a fact.

She turned back to her friend, both of them going about their normal routine, Black Star occasionally cracking a dirty joke that had her laughing nonetheless, neither noticing the huge, looming vessel a ways off in the ocean.

The man glanced through his eyeglass yet again, confirming that it was indeed the Death Scythe that was now leaving port.

"Captain."

"Hmm?"

"There's something that you should see."

A large, tan hand reached to grab the instrument. After taking a long glance, a devious grin was spread across the owner of the hand's face, revealing sharp, serrated teeth.

"Well, boys. It looks as if we'll be having no trouble getting ourselves some rum after all. Kid, set our course for that tiny little vessel over there. I've got quite a bone to pick with the captain."

"Aye, sir."