I do not own Pirates of Penzance
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Also, I got the names from the Community Theater Production of PoP that I was in.
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I sat on a barrel on the stern of the ship and was looking at the pirates doing their jobs. I glanced at the Captain who was at the wheel and sighed. What is his problem? The captains of the ships were always the odd ones.

I played with the lace of my dress. It was falling off and the fabric was torn and dirty. If I was going to be stuck on this ship they should at least give us proper clothes. Sliding off of the barrel, I walked around the cabin and to the side of the ship. The sun was out in its fiery brilliance and was reflecting off of the water.

Shielding my eyes, I looked to the skies. There was not a cloud or bird in sight. Looking around the deck, the only female I saw was Charity. She was the only one besides me that could stand being around the pirates. All the other girls were sitting downstairs moping about because they did not have their fancy jewels or gourmet food.

She was talking with one of the pirates, Aloysius was his name. His bright, long, blonde hair was wrapped in a bandanna. She was smiling and laughing as he talked, ate a piece of chocolate, and tried to do his job all at once. He had a very strange obsession with chocolate. I smiled myself and turned away. Somehow I had always known that Charity would like a pirate. I ambled slowly, enjoying the view of endless sea that stretched before us.

A sudden cry from the crows nest was heard. Turning my head, I saw a glance of a frantic pirate when a long piece of wood hit my side. Knocking the wind out of me, it pushed me off and over the railing. I tried to hold on, but the blow had hurt my arm, and I couldn't hold on. Splashing into the water below, I spit out a mouthful of saltwater and gasped for breath.

My dress was weighing me down, and I couldn't keep my head out of the water. It closed in on me, robbing me of precious air. Kicking and fighting to get back to the surface, I only exhausted myself. I stopped waving my arms and sank lower and lower, my mind going blank by the second.

I felt an arm around me and I was getting pulled upward. My head burst to the surface and I tried to breathe. Coughing up water, I clung to the person holding me. Opening my eyes a crack, I saw Cecil fighting to swim back to the ship, a strong arm around me.

A rope was tossed from the deck and he was pulled up with me in his arms. Setting me down on the ship he swept the hair from my face. I looked up at him and smiled weekly.

"Looks like you need to get more used to this ship than just drinking rum!" I laughed quietly before my world was robbed with darkness.

I awoke several days later in the sunlit bunkroom. There was not a soul in sight, but I heard quite a lot of motion on the upper deck. Slipping out of the hammock, I made my way up the stairs. The pirates were doing their jobs as usual, and I saw Charity up and about. I was still wearing my dirty green dress, and I saw that she had a clean pair of pants and white shirt on. She noticed me and rushed over.

"Iris, you gave us all quite a shock. It was lucky Cecil saw in time to jump in," I looked over at him. He was tying thick ropes together and throwing them aside, unaware that he was being watched.

"How long was I out like that?"

"Three days," I was shocked that I was unconscious that long. "You missed our first dock. We stopped and got supplies and clothes. I was the only one that willingly stayed on the ship. All the girls were being so whiny the pirates just kicked them off of the ship." I snorted, knowing my sisters they had talent to whine. "We have some clothes for you, too. Come with me," She led me down o the bunkroom and to a large trunk. Inside were several pairs of woman's pants and shirts.

She turned and made her way up the stairs. When she was gone I picked out a pair of navy blue pants and a simple yellow shirt. Sliding off my hideous green dress, I could feel the grit fall of my body. In the strange clothes I felt more comfortable and able to move around for once.

Charity took the old dress and pitched it out the window. Walking out to the deck, I ran headfirst into Cecil. Stumbling backwards, he caught my hand and pulled me to him. I looked up to him with a smile and he greeted me unexpectedly with a kiss. I was surprised and pulled back. Looking up at him, he smiled slightly.

"I have waited three days to do that again," I pushed him away and walked away quickly. Wiping my lips, I fast walked around the cabin. As I turned the corner, I saw something unexpected. Charity was up against the wall with Aloysius leaning over her, their lips locked into a kiss. My eyes immediately flew to his hands. One was behind his back and the other on the wall in front of him. Sighing at the sight, I walked away quietly.

I turned and ran right into the Pirate King. I really need to stop running into pirates these days. I thought as he shoved me aside. Running up the stairs he flew to the railing and pulled out a spyglass. Wondering what was going on, I followed him. Lowering the spyglass he pointed to the horizon.

"Take a look, I think we might be in trouble here," Handing me the spyglass I peered through it. Aiming where he had been pointing, I saw a large ship approaching.

"It's one of the Navy ships!" I exclaimed and looked at him frantically. He rolled his eyes.

"That's why," He spun around and faced the rest of the ship. "PREPARE THE CANNONS!" He yelled and everyone rushed below. His first mate Sam came up to him.

"What will we be shooting at?"

"That bloody ship, you idiot!" he scuttled away and joined the rest of the crew. Charity joined our little group. The Navy ship was getting very close very fast, and the crew had little time to load the cannons. As it approached I raised the spyglass to my eye again.

I saw Mabel, that strange man from the beach, and Papa on the deck of the ship. And with them, the entire lot of police. Shoving the spyglass back to the King, I grabbed Charity and ran to the lower deck. It was busy with men loading cannons and was quite noisy. Bounding down every set of stairs to the storage areas, I ran behind a set of shelves and crouched down.

"What is it?" Charity asked frantically.

"It's Papa and Mabel with the strange man we saw on the beach. They had the entire team of police with them, and I don't want them to see us," she looked amused.

"What?"

"Admit it Iris, you like being on this ship with these pirates!" I opened my mouth to speak, and then closed it. I knew that she was right. Being on this ship gave me life. A loud crash and a large bout of shouts and curses came from the deck. I looked up as if I could see what was happening, but all I heard was the heavy footsteps and shouts.

Unable to stop myself, I leaped out from the hiding place. Racing up the stairs I flew open the door and saw the commotion. A large fight had broken out between the pirates and the police. And the police were winning. The pirates had no weapons and were relying on their fists and kicks. The policemen had large clubs that they were striking the pirates with.

Charity ran off when she saw Aloysius. I was looking around for something for me to do, when a pair of arms grabbed me from behind. I screamed as they dragged me back quickly onto the other ship. I lost my footing and stumbled down onto the deck. Looking up, I saw the man from the beach standing over me.

Screaming again, I took a swipe at him but was restrained by Mabel. She put my face in her hands and looked at me.

"Iris don't hurt Fredrick, he just saved your life," I twisted out of her grip and looked back at the ship. My eyes flew to Cecil who was fighting a rather large policeman. Cecil took a swing at him but he dodged out of his way, and took a swipe at Cecil. Hitting his mark, I heard a loud thunk and he fell. Screaming, I tried to run back but was being held by Fredrick.

The rest of the fight went on and the men were dragging the pirates back to the ship. My eyes were blurred with tears and I saw Cecil go by, a trail of blood following him. Charity was pulled out, eye swollen and lip bleeding. The ship pulled away and was heading full speed back to Penzance. I put my head in my hands. What am I going to do now?

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