Ok, I admit, one of the jokes on this Cap. is from Gilmore Girls ( great show!) I just couldn't resist... Sorry! ó.ò

" I hope you join us in dinner, Miss March."

" Sure. And, please, call me Anne, or Miss Anne. Anastasia is a too big name, and Miss March reminds me my Mother."

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It was another 'grey' day, but the Renow was gonna leave anyway. The strange girl was embarking, and a lot of sailors were staring at her. Not that she was pretty, but it was strange, for them, had a woman on board. A woman dressed like a Red-coat.

" Sir, what are we caring a girl?" Asked Mathews to Horatio, while they were getting Ready to leave.

" I don't know, Mathews, but I'll find out in this moment."

" They could at least bring one growing up." Said a Sailor in the Moment that Horatio moved away.

"Mr. Wellard, do you know why that girl is in here?" Asked Horatio.

" I do not know, Mr. Hornblower. All that I know is that I don't like her." Said Henry while he was pulling a huge trunk into the ship.

"Oh, she doesn't looks like dangerous to me, Mr. Wellard."

"Sure, because you don't needed to wait for her in the rain. And she isn't the most polite creature in the world"

"Hum-Hum" grunted Miss Anne, making the both men turned to her. " Do you need help with that, Mr. Wellard?"

"Oh, not at all. Will you think that I'm irrelevant if I ask what is on that trunk, Miss March?"

"Oh, Please, call me Miss Anne. And the trunk is heavy because of my books."

"Books?"

"Yep. How do you think that I'm going to survive six months without Books?"

"Six Months? I don't think that our trip is going to be that longer, Miss Anne" Said Horatio.

" Oh, we're in a Ship, aren't we? I expect that incredible things happened while I'm here. I've never been in a boat, and I'm very excited about it. It's everything new and wonderful for me, and I'm very thanks to Cap. Pellew for letting me be part of this."

Both of the men were thinking: 'Ha, foolish girl. We're going to Russia, where there's nothing but ice.'

"But Cap. Pellew isn't in the command of this Mission, Miss Anne. Cap. James Sawyer it is."

"Yes, I know, Mr. Wellard. But I truly think that Cap. Pellew will be part of this. Well, at least, that's what he told me. Now, if you excuses me, I have to find out where I'm going to sleep."

The boy could not hold a laugh when he listen that little creature talk, and that don't pleased her.

"Now, what's wrong with you? With all you? All the day I've been just trying to be helpful, and everything that the stupid sailors did were laugh! Am I that pathetic? So what, I'm woman. Didn't you ever saw a woman before? Don't you have mothers? Everything that I'm trying to do is to be independent, and all that you do is laugh, like I'm a baby or I didn't know where my place is. I love to sail as you, Mr. Wellard, and I have the right of sailing like you too!"

Ok, that was it. Henry was so sick of people saying that everything was his fault when he didn't have anything to do with the matter... Who that girl think she is? Ok, he might have think that she was a little bold, but it wasn't his fault that she was having a terrible day because the sailors keep calling her of 'Mary' and keep laughing at her. It wasn't his fault.

"Look, this isn't my fault!" Scream him " I think that you are a great example for all us, because you been in a ship is a big act of effort. Ships are hell for men, and I not even imagine what is to be woman and be here. It's suppose to be even worst!"

Anne March just stared at him, and that let Henry deeply embarrassed.

"Oh... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to... Well, I see that they scold on you too."

"Scold?"

"Oh, you know. I do am a great watcher, and I've been watching you."

"What?" He was sounding very embarrassed.

"Boy, that doesn't sounded good! It wasn't what I mean. I mean that I've been watching you like a study to my paper, and that you don't sounds to like of Cap."

"Hum, Is that so obvious?" He was liking her. After all, she wasn't that bad.

" A bit" Said Anne, blushing.

" So, what do you say that you don't like him? I mean, he's crazy enough to accept you in here, isn't he?"

" What do you mean with that?" Say her with a joker look on her face. " Anyway, He keeps calling me 'girl', and that is irritant! And, God knows what, the sailors keep calling me Mary. I already told them that the name is Anastasia, but they just keep calling me Mary."

"Well, that because they think that you've got Angel's face."

"Excuse me?"

"You know, Mary, the Mother of our lord Jesus. They think that you are a 'good girl', so they call you Mary."

"Hum. So, If I've got Bitch face, they'd call me Jezebel?"

"Yep."

"A bout with biblical insults. How wonderful..."

" If it console you, I don't think that you've got Mary's face."

" I've got Jezebel's face?"

"No, you've got Anne's face." Said him with a smile.

"Oh, it's good to hear my own name. Thank you, Mr. Wellard.

'You are always Welcome' Said Henry Wellard to himself.

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In the Dinner, Horatio was talking to Mr. Buckland, trying to find out what that girl was doing on the boat.

"But, Sir, isn't a little... Bold?"

"In deed, Mr. Hornblower. But certainly Miss March will adapt to us, and we'll have to adapt to her. She's a very smart girl, and she deserves to be here. Cap Sawyer don't like her much, but he thinks that she needs a chance."

"Well, I guess we've got to... To accept her."

Anne March was looking very out of that place, in the middle of all those gentleman.

" Miss March, tell us, what take a young lady like you to want to sail?" Asked cordially Dr. Clive.

"Oh, Sir, there are many reasons. Well, I guess I always wanted to be in a ship, I truly love stories about Sailors and their adventures on the High Seas. I also have the intention to be a writer, and I truly think that writers have to meet everything, so they can write about anything. I'm correspondent of The diary news, and they told me to write about the life on a ship. To be fit to write about it, I have to see it with my own eyes. That's what I'm here. Plus, I really want to go to the college of Cambridge, and this is a start." "Now, if you excuses me, gentlemen, I really need to sleep. It's going to be a busy day tomorrow."