Silver sat down on the hard bed in his cell. Lucy had gone up to her quarters, leaving him alone in the dark.

Then, out of the shadows came a voice. "The witch finally turned on ya." He chuckled. "The men and I had a bet to see if she would-looks like I won."

Silver switched his mechanical eye to night mode and looked for the man. There was another cell at the far end of the room, and there sat Calloway hunched over his bed.

"Shut yer yap," Silver growled.

"Whatever you want, pirate. It won't matter by tomorrow anyways. When we dock, I'll be taken ashore. And that Witch will get what's comin' to her."

Silver rolled his eyes, unwilling to take Calloway's bait, and laid down. He missed the soft bed in the Captain's Quarters and wondered if Lucy would now sleep there. He doubted it.

The next morning Lucy and some men stomped down the stairs. Silver quickly sat up, surprised he had actually fallen asleep. His body groaned.

"Men, secure Mr. Calloway to be taken ashore. Bring him up to the deck to wait for me there. Assemble the crew as well. I wish to address them before we dock."

The men opened Calloway's cell, shackled him, and brought him up out of the ship's belly. Lucy stayed behind.

"Silver," she said, "I'd like to ask once more to come with us to land. Bartorro-have you ever been there?-is a wonderfully exotic place. I think you'd like it."

He smirked. "Aye, lassie, I bet I would like it. But-"

"I . . . I'd be willing to forgo the shackles."

Silver raised an eyebrow. What had changed since last night?

Lucy answered his silent question. "When we get ashore, the men will likely stop at the local pub. I'd prefer not to be with them when they all get shamelessly drunk. There's a market inside the center of the square. The artisans and sellers come from the entire galaxy. My . . . my mom used to take me. And, I'd hope you'd join me, because away from my men, I could remove the shackles."

"Bartorro, ay? I hadn't recognized the name last night with so much goin' on." He laughed, "why, I was the one who first brought your mother there! She loved the smells and the sounds. It was almost magical to watch her." He looked at Lucy who was smilin'. He coughed embarrassed he'd let out such a sentiment. "Alright, lassie, I'll come with ya."

Lucy's smirk burst into a bright smile as she unlocked his cell. Silver couldn't help but smile back. It would be nice to get off the ship and back on land. He hadn't been to Bartorro in nineteen years.

Lucy's smile fell, however, when she pulled the shackles from her belt and offered them to Silver. "It's only for now," she whispered, "I promise."

He nodded, allowing her to secure them around his wrists. He then followed her up the stairs onto the deck. The light was overwhelmin' at first, but as his eyes adjusted, he saw the green planet Bartorro and its two suns. He also noticed the crew watching him.

Some eyes glared at him, others avoided his gaze. They looked to their captain-to Lucy. She had assembled them for a reason.

"Men, as you know we intend to dock in Bartorro's space port. You are free to enjoy what the city has to offer, but will report back to the ship by dawn tomorrow. Is that clear? Furthermore, Mr. Calloway and Mr. Silver will be joining us onto land. Mr. Callaway will be turned over to the local authorities to be tried for insubordination. He will not be coming with us to Abrubassau."

Calloway's supporters grumbled, shifting their gaze from Callaway to Lucy. It did not escape her notice.

"As many of you may wonder what exactly had happened during our duel yesterday, well, I will tell you. Mr. Calloway had dueled with the intent to kill, don't tell me you all didn't notice. And so I protected myself by stopping his attack." She pulled off her right glove and showed the mechanical hand to her crew. "His sword did not break skin, because there is no skin."

Her crew whispered to themselves, some sayin' "I knew it!", others became angry she had kept the secret from them.

"Think what you like," Lucy continued, "but it won't change that I am half made of metal and Mr. Calloway broke the rules of engagement. For that, he will be tried, his fate left in the hands of the Bartorro Government." She watched the rising tensions of her crew. "Anyone who wishes to terminate his contract under my captaincy may do so in Bartorro, I won't stop you, though I do not promise you'll be safe from The High Judge's anger. He assigned you as my crew, and expects to find that crew intact when we arrive. If you chose to leave, you will face the consequences without my help. Any questions?"

"Yeah!" someone yelled, "What is Long John Silver doing out here?"

"Aw, thanks for the reminder," Lucy responded, "I will be escorting Mr. Silver to get a new set of clothes. The High Judge wants him to look presentable at his trial. I will not bore you all with the rest of the details. Now, Mr. Torrup," she turned to him, "get us underway to dock. And chose men to remain on the watch."

"Aye, Captain. Well you heard her! Open the sails! Ready the thrusters! Prepare to dock!"

The crew burst into action as they anticipated dockin'. The ran around like ants below Silver and Lucy, some climbing the riggin', others preparing the gangplank.

Lucy began makin' her way to the main deck. As she passed Mr. Calloway and his guards, Calloway spat in her face and muttered, "Cyborg scum."

She calmly wiped her face with her glove and kept moving, though Silver could see her posture shrink a little as she walked away. His eyes watched her as she walked toward the bowsprit at the very front of the ship. Her crew, who had admired her a few days ago, steered clear of her now. When she could no longer walk further, she climbed on top of the bowsprit, held the rope attaching it to the foremast, and squatted down.

"When she's upset, she goes up there," Mr. Torrup spoke to Silver, "I don't know why."

Silver shifted his stance, "I do."

Mr. Torrup looked at him, confused, "how?"

Silver didn't feel like talkin' much to this man. He knew Mr. Torrup had an interest in Lucy, but Silver did not trust him. Lucy had just admitted, in front of Silver, that the High Judge had given her the crew. She did not gain the captaincy based off a vote, like most privateers. Silver doubted any of them could be trusted, especially since Lucy planned to defy this High Judge's wishes by unshacklin' him in Mori Square. He had not missed that Lucy kept their destination a secret from her crew.

Lucy remained on the bowsprit until her ship fully docked. Only then did she drop down and come to retrieve him. Silver watched her cautiously, wondering if her time on the 'sprit had helped her mood.

She noticed him watchin' and gave him a little smile. She whispered, aware Mr. Torrup stood at the helm, "We will wait until most of the men have departed, then head to the market. You're going to love it! I bet it has changed since you were last there."

"No doubt it has, lassie! I'm excited to see it."

Lucy's smile once more brightened and her eyes sparkled.

Silver felt his heart quicken. He loved that smile.