Trish: What the heck is this?!

It's obviously a very, very short chapter. That's what it is.

Trish: And where's "cool-guy"?

He's off in someone else's 'fic.

Trish: WHY IS THIS SO SHORT?!

BECAUSE, I thought I had my summer homework done, but the Spanish teacher was nice enough to hide our homework in an unrelated tab away from all the other teachers' homework. So I needed to work on that.

Trish: You're still in school?

Yup. And so are alot of other writers on this website. So if you will...

Trish: Ugh, okay. Darthy doesn't own anything but me, and a few things that involve me in the story. You know like some lines I say, or-

"So," Trish heard her dad begin. "Cap'n's put you wit' us, eh?"

She looked over to see Jim shrug, "Whatever."

She sighed, "Whoop-dee-do." Her father gave her a warning look, discrete enough to where Jim wouldn't notice, but clear enough for Trish to get the hint.

He shrugged and smiled, "Ehhh…Who be a humble cyborg an' 'is teen daugh'er to argue wit' a cap'n?" Silver began to peel a peir.

Trish went back into her corner and watched as Jim grabbed a purp from a barrel, turning it in his hands before he sat on the counter. "Yeeeah…"he drawled. "Y'know, these purps, they're kinda like the ones back home…On Montressor." She flinched at the word Montressor, catching Jim's attention. "Y'ever been there?" he smirked.

She glared, "No. Don't think there'd be anything there for either of us, right, Dad?"

"Yup. Can't say wes been t'ere, Jimbo, lad."

Jim took a bite out of the purp, before continuing, "Come to think of it…Just before I left I met this old guy. He was uhm…He was kinda looking for a cyborg buddy of his."

"Is'at so?" Silver called over his shoulder.

"Yeah," Jim confirmed. "What was that old salamander's name?" he asked himself, gently pushing the purp to his forehead. "Oh, yeah. Bones. Billy Bones?"

Trish controlled her reaction this time, especially since Jim looked over to see her reaction as well. She put on a thinking face, as though contemplating the name before he could see her suspicion rise, though.

"Bones? Boooones?" Silver drawled picking up the pot of stew and taking it over to the counter near Jim. "T'ain't ringin' any bells." He said. Jim looked over at Trish.

"Probably another cyborg," she said with a convincing shrug and bored tone.

"Aye. T'ere's a slew o' cyborgs, roamin t'is port." Trish flinched at a whistle being sounded on deck followed by Arrow's call for the launch. "Ehhh, off wit' ya, lad!" Silver pushed Jim forward. "An' watch t'e launch. There'll be plenty o' work awaitin' fer ya. Yeh, too, lass."

Jim complied keeping an eye on Trish on his way past her and up the stairs. Trish followed, before being stopped by an "Oh, an' Trish?" She turned to see her dad smiling up at her behind his shoulder. "Try ta get along, aye? Fer ya pop?"

She sighed dramatically with a slouch and an, "I know," before trudging up the stairs.

WOO! REALLY short chapter! Oh, and about reviews: FINE! You don't to review huh? HUH? *cries*

Trish: *rolls eyes*

Honestly, I didn't want reviews for the last chapter anyways. I was hoping nobody would read it, since there were so many typos! I need to go back and fix 'em, but I'm too lazy right now. That and I still need to get the stupid Patricia Va A California read, translated, and answered before tomorrow, so...Yeah...Wish me luck!

Trish: I'll wish you luck the second you write a real chap-

Trish: Ohoho! The line is back again, huh? Well, then, I gue-

Trish: HEY! YOU-

Trish: Whatever...