The next day, Andrea was busily trying to navigate at the helm, when
she heard strange
noises coming from below deck. First, she tried to ignore them, but they was persistent
and annoying, so driving her to finger her pistol and kick open the trap door. What she
discovered to be the source of the noises, was, to her disbelief, her own first mate and the
boy.
"Come all ye young sailors that follow the sea, to me, way hey, blow the man down!" Jim
shouted happily from his cell.
"You must pay attention, now listen to me, give me some time to blow the man down!"
Yukon retorted.
"I'm a salty old pirate set sail from Hong Kong, to me, way hey, blow the man down!"
Jim sang back.
"Give me some whisky, I'll sing you my song, give me some time to blow the man
down!" both of them sang loudly, and very out of tune. "Give me some time to BLOW-"
"SHUT UP!" Andrea yelled from the trap door. Yukon whipped around to face Blanche
with a guilty expression on his face, and Jim muttered something under his breath, sitting
back against the wall of his cell.
"It were only a bit of fun, dea-"
"DON'T-" Andrea fumed, "-start with that. Now, Yukon, I've told you not to converse
with the prisoner-"
"-he's just a kid-"
"-PRISONER!" Andrea shouted in an immature attempt to drown out Yukon's voice.
"Pirate child!" she continued, pointing accusingly at Jim, who shrugged as if he couldn't
help it.
"Mlle. Blanche, just calm down," Yukon said, quickly. "You told me not to converse
with him until he decided to be compatible with the crew, and he's doing that-"
"He's conversing with you," Andrea shot back. "You're not the crew. He needs to be
compatible with everyone."
"Well, I count as two people, 'cause I'm first mate."
"I could make Ozzy first mate."
"I'll shut up now."
"I thought so. Now, get back to your work, Yukie," Andrea ordered, pointing up the
stairs.
Yukon trotting up the steps, paused, gave Andrea a weird look and said; "Did you just
call me... Yukie?"
"Yes," she hissed. "Now go away." Blanche waited for the trap door to close behind
Yukon before she turned around to Jim.
"You, garcon!" Andrea barked.
"What, woman!" Jim barked back, obediently. The lady captain narrowed her eyes.
"Are you ready to cooperate yet?" she asked.
"What'll ya gimme?" Jim asked in reply.
"You want to get out of that cell?" she offered.
"Aye," he answered, warily.
"If you be nice, I'll let you out," she said.
"And if not?" he inquired.
"You'll get nothing to eat for another day," she said between clenched teeth. "Tell me,
do you really want to go another day, seeing as you have not eaten these two days we've
been on this ship?"
"Uhhh..." Jim shifted comfortably against the wall and adjusted his bandanna. "Don't
mind it."
"You're impossible!" she spat.
"YOU kidnapped me!" he said, defensively.
"Only for a little while!" she said.
"You're lame!" he shouted.
"You're locked up!" she shouted back.
"You're broke!" he cackled.
"You're starving!" she said. "HA!"
He stuck his tongue out at her. She flipped him the bird. He chucked a stone at her head.
"You're such a brat!" Andrea snapped.
"Git!"
"Dolt!"
"Clod!"
"Tosser!"
Suddenly, both Andrea Blanche and Jim Sparrow were at each other's throats.
"You can't strangle ME!" Andrea rasped, "I've got more lung capacity!"
"I've got a tighter grip!" Jim choked.
"Do not!"
"Do too!"
"Do not!"
"Do too!"
*
"Mummeeeeeeeee!" Amelia whined below deck, in her underskirts. She held her dress in
front of her, which was now completely brown. "MUUUUMMMMMEEEEEEEE!"
"What is it?" Elizabeth asked, poking her head around the corner where she waited for
her daughter to change. "Need my help putting it on, after all? Or-" Her jaw dropped
when she saw the color of Amelia's once-white dress.
"Mummy," Amelia cried, tearfully. "My dress is ruined because of all those stinky
pirate's clothes. I didn't want my dress to be washed with them, but that awful man
suggested we wash everything together because they hadn't cleaned their garments in
years - and - and - look at it!" The girl sobbed and thrust the muddy, gross dress to her
mother and started to sob outright.
"It's all right, honey," Elizabeth assured her daughter, taking the dress with two fingers
and shoving it out a porthole in disgust, "I'm sure there are some clothes you can borrow
here."
"There isn't anything my size," Amelia sniffed.
"Yes, yes there is," Elizabeth said, "because Jack has a son who used to be your size, and
I'm sure we can use some of his old clothes."
"You want me to wear - BOY CLOTHES!?" Amelia shrieked. "Mummy, I can't!"
"Do you want to run around in your undergarments?" Elizabeth asked, patiently. Amelia
shook her head. "I didn't think so, now let's find you a comfortable pair of trousers!
Mummy's had to wear some before, you know."
"You did?" the girl asked, skeptically.
"Oh, yes, and they're very nice, with much maneuverability," Elizabeth replied.
"Isn't that cow droppings, Mummy?" Amelia asked.
"That's manure, there's a difference," her mother grumbled, searching the dusty shelves
that lined the walls for any stray bits of clothing.
"Probably not much," the child grumbled back, watching her mother at work.
"Aha! What did I tell you!" Elizabeth pulled a pair of pants out from one of the little
cubby holes, triumphantly. She whacked the dust from them a couple of times against the
wash bucket and prayed that Amelia hadn't seen the spider crawl from one of the leg
holes.
"They're dusty and old," the girl muttered. "And what am I supposed to wear on top?"
"We'll find something," her mother assured her. "Now try the pants on, hurry it up, like a
good girl."
Amelia sighed and grabbed the pair of old trousers from her mother, slipping them on.
"They're so uncomfortable!" the girl complained. "They're too tight!"
"They're perfect," Elizabeth assured Amelia.
"Do I look like a boy in them?"
"Indubitably."
"What does that mean?"
"Absolutely not."
A/N: Aaaand - end chapter! Like it? Hate it? Too short? Too long? Took too long to
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noises coming from below deck. First, she tried to ignore them, but they was persistent
and annoying, so driving her to finger her pistol and kick open the trap door. What she
discovered to be the source of the noises, was, to her disbelief, her own first mate and the
boy.
"Come all ye young sailors that follow the sea, to me, way hey, blow the man down!" Jim
shouted happily from his cell.
"You must pay attention, now listen to me, give me some time to blow the man down!"
Yukon retorted.
"I'm a salty old pirate set sail from Hong Kong, to me, way hey, blow the man down!"
Jim sang back.
"Give me some whisky, I'll sing you my song, give me some time to blow the man
down!" both of them sang loudly, and very out of tune. "Give me some time to BLOW-"
"SHUT UP!" Andrea yelled from the trap door. Yukon whipped around to face Blanche
with a guilty expression on his face, and Jim muttered something under his breath, sitting
back against the wall of his cell.
"It were only a bit of fun, dea-"
"DON'T-" Andrea fumed, "-start with that. Now, Yukon, I've told you not to converse
with the prisoner-"
"-he's just a kid-"
"-PRISONER!" Andrea shouted in an immature attempt to drown out Yukon's voice.
"Pirate child!" she continued, pointing accusingly at Jim, who shrugged as if he couldn't
help it.
"Mlle. Blanche, just calm down," Yukon said, quickly. "You told me not to converse
with him until he decided to be compatible with the crew, and he's doing that-"
"He's conversing with you," Andrea shot back. "You're not the crew. He needs to be
compatible with everyone."
"Well, I count as two people, 'cause I'm first mate."
"I could make Ozzy first mate."
"I'll shut up now."
"I thought so. Now, get back to your work, Yukie," Andrea ordered, pointing up the
stairs.
Yukon trotting up the steps, paused, gave Andrea a weird look and said; "Did you just
call me... Yukie?"
"Yes," she hissed. "Now go away." Blanche waited for the trap door to close behind
Yukon before she turned around to Jim.
"You, garcon!" Andrea barked.
"What, woman!" Jim barked back, obediently. The lady captain narrowed her eyes.
"Are you ready to cooperate yet?" she asked.
"What'll ya gimme?" Jim asked in reply.
"You want to get out of that cell?" she offered.
"Aye," he answered, warily.
"If you be nice, I'll let you out," she said.
"And if not?" he inquired.
"You'll get nothing to eat for another day," she said between clenched teeth. "Tell me,
do you really want to go another day, seeing as you have not eaten these two days we've
been on this ship?"
"Uhhh..." Jim shifted comfortably against the wall and adjusted his bandanna. "Don't
mind it."
"You're impossible!" she spat.
"YOU kidnapped me!" he said, defensively.
"Only for a little while!" she said.
"You're lame!" he shouted.
"You're locked up!" she shouted back.
"You're broke!" he cackled.
"You're starving!" she said. "HA!"
He stuck his tongue out at her. She flipped him the bird. He chucked a stone at her head.
"You're such a brat!" Andrea snapped.
"Git!"
"Dolt!"
"Clod!"
"Tosser!"
Suddenly, both Andrea Blanche and Jim Sparrow were at each other's throats.
"You can't strangle ME!" Andrea rasped, "I've got more lung capacity!"
"I've got a tighter grip!" Jim choked.
"Do not!"
"Do too!"
"Do not!"
"Do too!"
*
"Mummeeeeeeeee!" Amelia whined below deck, in her underskirts. She held her dress in
front of her, which was now completely brown. "MUUUUMMMMMEEEEEEEE!"
"What is it?" Elizabeth asked, poking her head around the corner where she waited for
her daughter to change. "Need my help putting it on, after all? Or-" Her jaw dropped
when she saw the color of Amelia's once-white dress.
"Mummy," Amelia cried, tearfully. "My dress is ruined because of all those stinky
pirate's clothes. I didn't want my dress to be washed with them, but that awful man
suggested we wash everything together because they hadn't cleaned their garments in
years - and - and - look at it!" The girl sobbed and thrust the muddy, gross dress to her
mother and started to sob outright.
"It's all right, honey," Elizabeth assured her daughter, taking the dress with two fingers
and shoving it out a porthole in disgust, "I'm sure there are some clothes you can borrow
here."
"There isn't anything my size," Amelia sniffed.
"Yes, yes there is," Elizabeth said, "because Jack has a son who used to be your size, and
I'm sure we can use some of his old clothes."
"You want me to wear - BOY CLOTHES!?" Amelia shrieked. "Mummy, I can't!"
"Do you want to run around in your undergarments?" Elizabeth asked, patiently. Amelia
shook her head. "I didn't think so, now let's find you a comfortable pair of trousers!
Mummy's had to wear some before, you know."
"You did?" the girl asked, skeptically.
"Oh, yes, and they're very nice, with much maneuverability," Elizabeth replied.
"Isn't that cow droppings, Mummy?" Amelia asked.
"That's manure, there's a difference," her mother grumbled, searching the dusty shelves
that lined the walls for any stray bits of clothing.
"Probably not much," the child grumbled back, watching her mother at work.
"Aha! What did I tell you!" Elizabeth pulled a pair of pants out from one of the little
cubby holes, triumphantly. She whacked the dust from them a couple of times against the
wash bucket and prayed that Amelia hadn't seen the spider crawl from one of the leg
holes.
"They're dusty and old," the girl muttered. "And what am I supposed to wear on top?"
"We'll find something," her mother assured her. "Now try the pants on, hurry it up, like a
good girl."
Amelia sighed and grabbed the pair of old trousers from her mother, slipping them on.
"They're so uncomfortable!" the girl complained. "They're too tight!"
"They're perfect," Elizabeth assured Amelia.
"Do I look like a boy in them?"
"Indubitably."
"What does that mean?"
"Absolutely not."
A/N: Aaaand - end chapter! Like it? Hate it? Too short? Too long? Took too long to
upload? Perhaps. Please review! Thanks! :D :D :D :D :D