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OH. I have to make a note for this chapter. I describe Elke in it, and describe her as 'undesirable' but the description says she's pretty hot. The difference in men's preference of women was VERY different back then, and only the few of us who are obsessed with the actual pirates as much as the movie ones know what I'm talking about. See, back then the ideal woman had huge thighs and a huge butt, pretty face, and small breasts. Small breasts because bras weren't invented until 1917, and large breasts were rather impractical. So that's why Elke isn't hot.

Other note: The heads were where people aboard a ship went to the bathroom.

Elke yawned, stretching her arms as the sun shone through the small window in her cabin. She pulled the covers off her rested body and removed herself from the surprisingly comfortable bed. She pulled the navy comforter over the slightly wrinkled sheets. The white pillow was placed on top, leaning against the wall. She sighed and pulled out the boots she had placed under the bed last night. Out of them she took a length of ribbon and pulled her hair back, tying it from behind. She then forced her boots on and licked her finger, rubbing it around the toe. She tried to keep the boots from scuffing, though it was rather difficult. Farasi had made the boots from dolphin skin one trip, from a dolphin that Elke caught herself. She knocked on the door that led to Jack's cabin. She heard no response and slowly opened it, finding no one inside. She was overcome with the impulse to snoop. She focused all her efforts on making it to the door without touching anything. Finally she made it across the room and grabbed the handle of the door that lead to the deck. She opened it, and the sun glared at her even more, but she refused to squint as it bore down on her. The crew looked at her, all the pairs of eyes at the same time.

"Ah." Said a voice nearby. She saw Jack walking toward her out of the corner of her eye.

"Gents!" He shouted, and anyone not already looking allowed their attention to be focused on Jack. "This," He began, putting his arm around Elke's shoulders, "Is Elke." He announced. "She won a bet, and now is a member of this crew. Please, respect her." Jack added the last bit with a strain in his voice, as if he were slightly annoyed.

Elke felt all the sexually frustrated eyes of the crew wash over her. She was somewhat thankful for her undesirable body now; they didn't have much to long for. She was thin, and her breasts surprisingly large. Skinniest of all were her thighs, what wasn't bone and muscle was skin. She sighed and shifted her weight to her right leg.

"Alright gents, back to work!" Jack commanded, and turned to Elke. "How about for your first day, try swabbing the decks." He said. Elke glared at him.

"Swabbing the decks? Are you serious?" Elke asked. Jack nodded.

"Of course love. Why wouldn't I be?" He asked. Elke scoffed.

"Jack, I won the bet." She reminded.

"Captain." He said. Elke ignored him.

"I am not taking a useless job like that!" She exclaimed.

"'S not useless. Without it the ship would founder." He reasoned.

"Not useless, but useless to someone with my talent!" She yelled.

"Love, you could swab the decks, or clean the heads." He said. "Take your pick." Elke grumbled, lowering her head and crossing her arms. Jack smirked. "The equipment is over underneath the stairs to the quarterdeck." He said. Elke walked over in the relentless sun to the stairs. She picked up the bucket and cloth, which she didn't even look at, she knew what was on it. She sighed and walked to the side of the ship, next to one of the smaller cranes. Tying the rope to the top of the bucket she turned the mechanism to lower the bucket into the water. After a few seconds she lifted it back up, untying the rope and carelessly slammed the bucket of water onto the deck. As she opened the rag, she saw a deformed bar of soap. Surprised, she wet the cloth and rubbed some of the soap on it. Having soap was a rarity for swabbing the decks, and due to the smell, she reasoned that it had the pine sap in it. It was much more expensive and better for the ship. Seems the captain liked his vessel.

She got on her knees and began scrubbing. Soon her face became red, she realized that all the crews' eyes were on her, watching her do the most demoting task aboard the ship. She scrubbed harder. She might be doing the worst job on the ship, but when she was done, the deck would shine.

She was thankful for her airy shirt; it didn't make her any hotter as she dealt with the laborious work of cleaning the decks. The brown coloring of the soap was now all over her hands and the rag was even darker than before.

Finally the sun was beginning to set and the Captain called the crew to order. They gathered in front of the quarterdeck, some talking to one another. "Men," Jack began, "you've all done a wonderful job today, and I hope you treated the lady here professionally." He said, raising a bottle of rum. It seemed he was already slightly inebriated. "And Elke," He said. Elke looked up at her Captain. "The decks look beautiful."

A/N: Still short, but I think I need to write shorter. I don't have the time to finish a 3 page MW chapter in one night, so I think I'll be going with shorter, more frequent chapters. I have other stories I have to work on too. :)

Please review!! Hope you enjoyed it. :)