Vuala! Another chapter! Tbh I'm happy to post this cause I've been slacking on my writing and I got this done tonight/this morning. But its SOO much fun! Hope you enjoy this chapter! Wonder what will happen...

The early morning held men doing their daily chores, a task regularly preformed by the crew while humming soft songs. Most of the men had splitting headaches due to the effects of the amounts of rum they had consumed during the night. Some were still even passed out on the deck, the other men mopping around them, not bothering to move the drunks. The Captain was already moving about the bow of the vessel, examining his newly stolen map. Smee was handing out breakfast to the Captain, but soon finished, his short legs moving down the stairs to his next destination with a silver trey.

Most everyone was moving about the Jolly Roger, except for two souls, who were sleeping peacefully. Nyana had her nose buried into the flawless neck of the boy beside her, who was holding her very close to him. Usually, Nyana would be active before the sun had even risen, however the remedy spoke otherwise, singing sweet lullabies to keep her mind asleep. Achillian however, did have a splitting headache that kept him asleep, for the ache felt like a longboat fell upon his head.

A knock at Nyana's wooden door only stirred one of the two, who were in a sweet slumber. "Ms. Hook! Yur' breakfast is in order!" Smee announced, giving another hard knock at her door. This was odd.. Usually she would either have scared the daylights out of him, or would open the door. But neither of these had happened. This caused a trivial amount of worry to wash over him. This caused him to open her door just a tiny bit, to make sure she was alright, and not injured or anything of the sorts. However, his eyes brought him to another sight, one that made his eyes widen and back up. The Captain would like this as much as he likes Pan..

The door now shut once again, Nyana was stirring. The shutting of a creaky door was hard to ignore when it was but six meters away. Thus, her eyes opened to reveal those icy chambers that held one thousand ice bergs. Her stirring caused Achillian to pull her closer to him, this causing Nyana's eyes to widen. No way did the men do this again... With a quick movement of her right arm pushing her upward, she finally witnessed what was before her. A sleeping Achillian with extremely messy dark hair, much different from his neat combed one from the night before. "Bloody men.." She cursed, Achillian turning over on his other side, still in an alcoholic suggested slumber.

As she stared at the sleeping young man, she was in her thoughts, conjuring something that begin a life of misery for the two new members. Yes, she guessed Damon had placed the drunk in her bed, for no other man had the guts to do such an action. Damon might have started a storm, but Nyana was the hurricane.

Within the hour, Nyana was standing besides Damon's bunk, that more closely resembled a prison from the wood planks handing from chains as beds. It was clear that there was only one oil lamp shining, for the room was dimmed. The young woman had her back against the wooden wall besides the door, Damon laying in his bunk, on his side, very close to Achillian, who was laying next to him, facing the blonde haired prankster, still clouded with an alcoholic slumber. However, even given the long minutes of listening to the loud snoring of the two young men, Nyana stood in her place, leaning against the wall with a small smirk upon her lips. Before long, a small yell was heard. Damon sat up quickly, hitting his head on the bunk above him in the process, causing him to yell, "Ow!"

As he rubbed his head, Nyana gave a sneaky laugh, this causing Damon to glare towards her with his emerald eyes that gleamed in the dim light. After a short glare, he quickly shoved Achillian off the bunk and onto the floor. The impact was enough to slap the drunken boy awake. Achillian sat up with a loud groan, rubbing the back of his head, which was pounding like a beating drum. "Damon you dishonorable coward.." Achillian mumbled, remembering nothing but the drinking. Nyana just smirked, rolling her eyes at his comment. He was such a woman.

Damon grumbled back to his ship mate, and stood up from the wood plank that was chained to the wall. He was wearing the same clothes as the previous night, a dark blue leather chest plate with a cloth long sleeve shirt underneath.

After Damon stood up tall, definitely taller than Nyana, she spoke, Achillian standing up as well beside his ship mate. "I want you both on deck immediately," she began, staring both of them in the eyes, still in her night clothes. Very very improper for a young lady her age, however Nyana gave no cares about the silly laws of what was proper and what was not. "Training starts today.. You'll need it for the villainy that is to come" she explained.

After she had given her orders, she had began to leave to get dressed. However, before she could leave, her right arm was grabbed. "Who are you to give us.." He paused, rephrasing his sentence. "..Me orders?" Damon questioned in a nearly threatening voice. This conversation made Achillian take quick steps to the door to leave. He was intelligent enough to leave while the getting was good. Damon however, was not so fortunate. Nyana was getting extremely annoyed with Damon grabbing her arm every time he says a word, extremely quickly.

With a glare that could scare the soul of a man, she spoke in a whisper. "I'm the villainy to come"

Not but a few minutes of a ticking clock later, Nyana had been out of the chambers and dressed in her own cabin, red curtains drawn, naturally. Both young men were now on board, the older men swabbing the deck around them. Achillian was fairly interested in his surroundings. During the party the men had explained where their course was headed. Achillian had always thought it was a mothers tale, but this island proved it true. Damon, however was not to fascinated. To childish to be interested in things that seem magical. To be a man was to be a rock.

After a few minutes of waiting, Damon grew impatient. He crossed his strong arms, and raised his light eyebrow. "Where is the alleged 'Captain's Daughter'" he asked his ship mate, who didn't favor his existence. Achillian refused to say a single word to the 'dishonorable coward'. For if he did, he feared the consequences if he were to get into a fight. Nyana was very unpredictable. As if on cue, Nyana jumped down from above, a tactic she favored in surprising unsuspecting beings. Achillian being a few feet away, he jumped just as well as Damon.

"Lesson one, patience" She stated, wearing the most lovely tan and black dress. Her eyes traveled to both boys, back and forth for a split second, then spoke again, arms behind her back in a military fashion. "Lesson two.. Fear is no longer an option.. You must not feel it" She nodded, a blank expression with slowly turned into a sinister glare as she spoke her next words that would haunt the two boys for the upcoming years. "Lesson three.. Know that your life could end any moment when you're upon the Jolly Roger, for a demon lurks on the island.. He goes by the name of Pan"