The floor in front of the treasure, which was covered by a rug, was vacant. The Turk fell for the trap the Spaniard had set earlier and he fell. A huge thud was heard below the floor, causing the young miss to start to awaken. The Spaniard proceeded to look for the stairs to finish what they had started, when the young miss yelped. He spun around to see a flushed tomachibi holding the right side of her head.
He then approached her curiously causing the axe to shrink back to its original size. She looked up still flushed, not noticing anything that had happened. He knelt before her taking a hold of her hand in a gentle manner. Then she swiped her hand away from his, and he allowed it. Instantly, she remembered what had happened earlier and the fear she had been harboring since then came out all at once. This caused her to back up as far as she could against the wall.
He simply smirked realizing he had an opportunity to conquer this delicate little thing, but something pulled him back. He noted the time and pulled her close taking his coat back, causing her confusion. Getting up and opening the door enough for him to get out he said, "Nos vemos chica" (See ya girl). She stared in confusion, not knowing what was going on. Watching the door close she cussed under her breath and followed him.
~On the streets~
He continues walking, pretending not to notice. She keeps cussing under her breath, then goes quiet wondering why she was following him. She starts to think and her habit begins to kick in. He kept walking in front of her, and her sight turns black. The last thing she sees is the beauty of the stormy sea.
~On the sea~
She wakes up on a bed, under blankets. She sits up noticing that the place was slightly rocking. Hearing something drop she turns her attention to the right side of the room. There, in front of her, was the Captain...stripping. Her face lit up brighter than a tomato, causing the captain to turn around noticing the heat. Shirtless and pants less he simply said, "Que?" She said, "Bastardo! You f-g kidnapped me! T-take me back!"
His eyes met hers and scanned her thoughts as he said, "What kind of talk is that for a young 'lady'?". Lovino pouted and gripped the blankets, sitting up. As the blankets slid down her body she realized that her outer clothing had been removed. Her face remained a solid red and covered herself quickly. "How long are you planning on keeping up the act, chico?" spoke Spain as he put his pants on, pulling the zipper up. Lovino said coldly yet with the hint of rebellious sarcasm, "As if I know what the h—l you're talking about". Antonio glanced back at him to see his expression while he picked a dry shirt from his closet. "Oh?" spoke the Spanish man quietly yet challenging her.

"I-I don't!" the flustered Italian managed to say. Antonio approached and pushed her back onto the bed and glared into her eyes, knowing full well that this was a lie. He thought aloud to the girl: "Sadiq favors male cross dressers". She bit her lip and looked away. "Either you admit the truth or I reveal you" Lovino's curl twitched as he shifted positions to put up a fight. He refused to reveal such an embarrassing secret to another guy. Lovino pushed Antonio off and ran for the door.