Fish or now Rogue Quickblade as it was, had lay in bed for three days after she had regain her memory, with her face buried under her pillow and sobbing into it. It was so confusing, memories came flooding back and replaying as she was actually there, feeling all the emotions-hurt, pain, fear, anger that were so overwhelming and she couldn't stand it. To watch her father's death, over and over again. Her claws ripped through the sheets as she screamed into a pillow. She desperately wished she could Fish again, then it all would go away. She was so stupid, she had remembered the mutiny and her father's death but never so vividly and terrible, she had nightmares about where she woke up screaming wasn't that enough to tell her that she should leave it at that and moved on. That she should know that recovering her lost memories would cause her more pain and grief. Fish tried to think of a good memory but her father's death always came back, she couldn't push it back deeper into her mind. But now that it had re- emerged it was here to stay with her.

'No, no. Think o' tha' good times!' She thought, her mind racing. 'Tha' good ole times...'

~

The tiny scowling rat youngster of Rogue's childhood wielded the heavy sword in her two paws. The sword was nearly the same length as her but Rogue was strong. She ran at tall and lean rat infront of her who nimbly sidestepped out of the way. He chuckled as Rogue lost her balance and fell head over sea boots, shaking his head,

'Hells teeth, I'll make a fighter out o' yer yet, Rogue me lass. Mark me words. Yer got a fightin' spirit in yer.'

'Yew really think so Daddy?' The rat child asked, scrambling to her footpaws. 'Yew think I could be the meanest, cruelest, toughest searat on the whole High Seas?' She ran over to him, hugging him,

'Bless yer 'eart yer liddle terror.' Barbossa said, patting his daughter's head, smiling, 'Course yer will! Yer'll make me a proud rat one day, Rogue. I kin feel it in me bones!' Rogue looked at her, her face set hard in determination.

'I'll be jus' like yew, dad!' She promised him.

~

'Fis... uh, Rogue, I brought yer some brekkist.' Blaggut's voice broke through her thoughts. Rogue looked up at him, wiping her eyes quickly on her sleeve. 'I brought all yer favorites.' Blaggut said, cheerfully.

'Thank ye, Blaggy. But I ain't 'ungry.' Rogue told him, running her claws through her wild, unkempt headfur and sniffing loudly. Blaggut looked concerned,

'Yer been crying again.' He pointed out, her cheeks were shining wet, 'Is everything all right?'

'Oh jus' 'membering.' Rogue shrugged, 'I'm fine, Blaggy, really.' She gave him a small smile.

Blaggut put the plate piled with food and a goblet of strawberry fizz down on the bedside table and sat down on the edge of the bed.

'Lissen,' He said softly, 'I knew o' yer father. Hell, every searat did. 'E was a livin' legend on the 'Igh Seas, yore father jus' like 'is brother. But I also knew o' Hades Sharpfang...' At the mention of that name, Rogue filled with rage and anger, 'Eard he was a right dangerous beast ter cross. I'm sorry 'bout yer father... I never knew 'e 'ad a daughter.'

Blaggut looked at her, 'Yore me mate, Fishy... I mean Rogue. I care 'bout yer an' I don' want nothin' ter happen ter yer an'...'

'What do yer mean?' Rogue interrupted, confused, 'Somethin' 'appenin' ter me? Blaggut shrugged,

'I thought maybe yer were goin' ter go an' find Sharpfang an' kill 'im. You been actin' strange ever since yew got yer memory back. Bein' all quiet an' such. I thought yer were gonna go an' do somethin' dangerous like that.' He admitted, shaking his head, 'Tis silly.' Rogue gave him a playful shove,

'Blaggy, I ain't goin' lookin' fer Sharpfang, tis all in tha' past now.' Blaggut looked relieved,

'Oh tha's good. Anyways,' He said, brightening, 'Me an' the Dibbuns are goin' on a picnik, yer wanna come? I don' wanna leave yer 'ere all alone.'

'All right.'

~

Scurge, Belladonna and a small, thin and wicked looking searat called Scringe were scouting ahead of the crew.

'Can ye hear that?' Belladonna asked. Scurge nodded, smiling,

'Those voices, yerse I kin.' He turned to Scringe. 'Go tell the rest o' the crew ter be quiet. We might be able to bag us some hostages.' Scringe nodded and dashed back to the crew as Scurge and Belladonna concealed themselves in the bushes. The approaching voices got louder and soon four figures broke into forest and into view. Belladonna gasped,

'Rogue!' She hissed.

~

'Is this a good spot, Mister Blackguts?' asked the Mousebabe from on top Blaggut's shoulders.

'Moi feeters is 'urtin' oi Mizz Roguers.' Furrtil said to Rogue, pulling at her paw that she was clinging onto.

'This place looks good enough, don' it. Rogue? Blaggut set Mousebabe and the picnic basket down on the ground.

'Yes Blaggy, tis a fine spot.' Rogue nodded, smiling.

'We is gonna play first afore we eats.' Mousebabe told them, grabbing Furrtil's paw.

'All right yew two, jus' don' go too far away.' Blaggut called as they ran off into the forest.

~

Scurge nudged Belladonna in the ribs and put a claw to his lips.

'Shh! Yer gonna give us away.' He muttered in her ear. She looked at him, quizzically.

'Yer mean were still gonna take 'em 'ostage, Scurge?

'Yes, those other beasts are probably from Redwall. We needs them if were goin' ter get into the Abbey. On tha' counts of three we rush 'em.'

'Yew don' know 'ow ter count.' She scoffed, rolling her eyes. But Scurge had already lunged out of his hiding spot and heading straight at his sister.

~

Rogue suddenly found herself on the ground, dazed with a sharp pain in her ribs. The shadow of a searat stood over, holding a dagger at her throat.

'Oy! Wot der yer think yore doin'?' She heard Blaggut then a crack and thud followed.

'Blaggy!?' She cried out. 'Yew alright, mate?!'

'Shut yore mouth!' The creature growled at her, but his voice was so familiar. Rogue was sure she had heard it before.

Rogue heard the Dibbun's screaming. No doubt that had come back to see what the commotion was about. As the searat turned to them, Rogue seized her chance and kicked him in the stomach as hard as she could. He toppled back, wind. Half wheezing, half snarling,

'Bell, get them liddle beasts!' Rogue saw a female rat move away from the unconscious form of Blaggut and advance on the Dibbuns, the knife in her paw gleaming in the sunlight.

'Get out o' 'ere yew two!' Rogue screamed at Mousebabe and Furrtil who seemed to be frozen to the spot with terror. 'Go! Get back ter Redwall! Tell the h'Abbot! Go get 'elp!' Mousebabe and Furrtil turned around and tore through the forest just a rat lunged at them and getting a mouth full of dirt. Scrambling up, she spat on the ground.

'Liddle bastards!' She muttered angrily.

'Wot are ye watching fer!? Go after them!' The other searat screamed at her.

Rogue was at Blaggut's side, shaking him.

'Blaggy! Wake up! Wake.' Rogue was silenced by a blow over the head. She heard this as she slipped into unconsciousness,

'Sorry sis.'

~