Well, I was about to forget Deborah and her crack team of psychopaths, but I can't just leave them there. Ah well, here goes chapter 12. I don't own anything here. Yet. But I do own Deborah and Sir Bence.
Deborah Chigred considered herself an honorable villain for many, well thought out reasons.
Number one and probably the most important was her beauty. She dressed quite like a villain would; the boots and skin tight leotard, (quite sexy, if she did say so herself.) but she added something more to her appearance. It was the black.
Black everything.
Black hair, black lipstick, black clothes, and (she liked this one the most) a black heart.
The second reason was almost just as good: Her many affairs with other villains.
She couldn't count the many times she'd tricked Gannon or Vaati into visiting her on a candle-lit dinner. Alas, they would never learn.
The third was her stealth.
Countless times she had snuck slyly into the darkness of the Forsaken Fortress to pay Gannondork (as she called him) a visit. Another stealthy little trick she had made was convincing Ciela they had known each other. She had never desired to meet the bratty fairy, but the need for the spirits power was extremely great. If it weren't for that green boy and that smelly sailor, Deborah would already have all the power she needed. For now, though she was under the control of Sir Bence, her unforgiving master. He wasn't all bad, she had to admit. The worst thing about him (in Deborah's opinion) was him taking his share of all the power she earned herself.
"Ah. Deborah. There you are."
Deborah turned around to find Sir Bence, his hair more silver than usual.
"Yes, Sir Bence?" She asked innocently.
"I spoke to the spirit and her companions in the void," He began, taking his gold pipe from his robe pocket and inhaled its smoke, "I told them that the Goddesses weren't happy. And the idiots believed me! Can you begin to comprehend what in Nayru's name that means?"
"I can't imagine." Deborah droned sarcastically, rubbing her temple slowly.
"It means," Sir Bence took another drag at his pipe, "If you pose as one of the Goddesses, you can trick that spirit into handing over her powers! Genius, right?"
Deborah stared at her master for a moment, "So, I'm gonna have to get dressed up again?"
"Well, that's the whole point, Debby." He chuckled.
"Don't call me that."
"Yes, yes, but what do you think of my plan?" Sir Bence inquired.
"Honestly, I think it sucks. We need to get more personal." Deborah explained.
"Perhaps you're on to something. Yes, yes! You are!" he shouted, getting more and more excited the more he thought about it.
"I know! But who is close enough to her that she would trust to give her powers up?" Deborah questioned.
"Not the green kid. Besides, you could never dress as a little boy." Sir Bence said as he began to pace the stone floors of their hide out.
"The sailor!" Deborah shouted in sudden realization.
"Well, they did seem close, but how will you pose as a man? Perhaps you could go as one of the other spirits." Sir Bence suggested.
"No, no. The sailor is the one." Deborah nodded vigorously.
"But why would she give up her powers to that man? He would have no use for them." Sir Bence noted.
"I've got it all figured out…" Deborah grinned.
"Do you have any… sevens?"
"No. Go fish."
The five of them sat miserably on the floor of the ship, playing Go Fish to ease their boredom.
"Any t… how long will this go on?" Ciela groaned.
"Until we can get the engine fixed, or at least find out where we are." Linebeck said.
"Why aren't you working on it, then?" Ciela growled, and began chewing on one of the cards.
"I already spent three hours, Sparkles." Linebeck muttered.
"Then what do we do? Swim?" Neri demanded.
"Linebeck can't swim." Ciela noted, making the sailor turn red.
"Link?" Leaf turned to young boy in green who had been strangely silent for the most part.
"I don't know…" he murmured, "Whenever I got stuck somewhere, I asked the King of Red Lions through the Pirate's charm. But I don't have that anymore."
"How did you lose it?" Leaf asked, becoming more and more interested.
"After we defeated Gannon, I returned to the surface of the ocean, and it was just gone." Link replied.
"I think I have it…" Neri said suddenly.
"What?" Link shot up from his seat and ran over to Neri, "How'd you get it?"
"I've always had it," she pulled a necklace from her neck, "Is this it?"
"YES!" Link grabbed it from her eagerly and stared at it with excitement.
"What does this mean?" Linebeck asked.
"We can get out of here."
Deborah finished the final touches on her sailor's costume. It was far from perfect, but it would have to do. The question was, how was she going to look like the sailor completely?
"Oh, Debby!" Sir Bence called from another room, "I figured it out!"
"Figured what out?" Deborah sighed as she turned around.
"I got a hair from that sailor, and now, with the right ingredients, you can look exactly like him!" the old man shouted with glee.
"Well, then you'd better hurry up! They aren't going to stay put for ever!" Deborah exclaimed.
"Yes, yes, I know, Debby, I should be done within twenty minutes!" he said.
"Don't call me Debby!"
"This is it, Deb, the potion. Use it wisely." Sir Bence handed the glass filled with orange liquid to Deborah, who gave him a sarcastically pitiful look.
"Whatever." She quickly downed the potion before dropping the glass in disgust. Her stomach lurched as her skin began to ripple, and her entire body morphed. Her hair grew shorter; she grew taller, and grew facial hair.
Sir Bence began laughing with great humor. "Dear Lord, Debby! Hurry up and put on the sailor costume! This is too funny!"
"Shut up," Deborah blushed and quickly put on the costume.
"This had better be worth it…"
