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Chapter Three

Captain Fruitcake

"Can't breathe! Can't breathe! CAN'T BREATHE!" Amelia gasped, fanning herself rapidly as the carriage trundled along. Governor Phil gave her a smug look.

"Well, if you hadn't been running and screaming back there, you wouldn't be tired," he told her matter-of-factly. Between gasps she glared at him.

"I'm NOT tired, it's this stupid CORSET!" she exclaimed, fanning herself even quicker now after the outburst. Amelia began frantically tugging at the dress, hoping somehow that would loosen the demon corset and allow her to breathe. No such luck.

Phil sighed as he watched his daughter attempt to destroy the dress in effort to remove the corset. "Honestly, dear, it won't work!" he said lightly, earning another glare.

"GET IT OFF OF ME, DADDY!" Amelia screamed as loudly as possible as they traveled through town. All the citizens around them gawked at the carriage, wondering just what was going on in there...

The governor sweat dropped and attempted to bring his daughter under control. Hehe. Didn't work. Amelia was so riled up by the dress and the stupid ceremony that she was completely out of control; not to mention, out of breath.

Suddenly Amelia stopped in mid-rant and collapsed on the floor, a glazed look on her face. Phil panicked and began shaking her, trying to get some breath back into her small body.

"Amelia, calm down and you won't be out of breath!" he exclaimed in frustration as she began breathing again. Reluctantly, Amelia acknowledged the fact there was no way she could escape neither the carriage, NOR the corset, NOR the dress, NOR the stupid promotion ceremony. She sat back in her seat huffily and gazed out the window, longing for freedom.

Somewhere not far away, a certain someone was enjoying the freedom Amelia could not have. Enjoying it on the top of the mast of a little dingy in the ocean, might we add. Little rainbow eyes peered around at the water (though how he could see with closed eyes is beyond us!), and shoulder length purple hair flapped merrily in the breeze. Who is this, might you ask? Why, it's Captain Fruitcake!

Err, Xellos, that is. But, as fate would have it, something just had to ruin his peaceful little moment. "My, my, a leak?" he asked, glancing down into the boat. Sure enough, water was seeping in rather quickly. Not good.

"Ah, Lina, why'd I have to steal a faulty dingy from you?" he asked himself as he stood, grabbed the rope and attempted to jump down heroically, "Just like Jack!" Unfortunately, NOT like Jack. Xellos missed the rope by a few centimeters and went crashing all the way down to the bottom of the leaky boat.

"But Jack did it in the movie!" he whined, face underneath the steadily growing supply of salt water in his boat. Xellos, you're not Jack. Get that through your fruitcakey head!

As he stood up and grabbed a bucket, he caught sight of an old wooden sign flapping in the breeze, accompanied by skeletons of unlucky pirates. "My, my, what have we here?" he asked softly, squinting to read the words on the sign.

Pirates, Ye Be Warned! And Mozoku too!

"Hmm..." Xellos thought, staring at the sign, "somehow I think that last part was added just for me!"

He shrugged and noticed that the leak was beyond repair, and the dingy was sinking rather quickly now. To avoid getting wetter, Xellos teleported to the top of the mast and stood there as the boat floated into the harbor.

Workers in the harbor ceased their labor to watch the spectacle floating in from sea. A tall, purple-haired man stood on top of the mast of a sinking boat. Odd.

"Just a little further!" Xellos thought as he neared the dock. As luck would have it, he made it just in time to step off the mast right before the dingy sank all the way into the water. "Looks like Lina isn't getting her boat back!" he thought cheerily, staring at it for a moment longer before taking off down the dock.

"Wait just a minute, you!" the harbormaster yelled, pulling Xellos back from his escape. "It's a shilling to tie your boat up at the dock! And I need to know your name!"

Xellos glanced at the sunken dingy. "What boat?" he asked in irritation. Somehow, he just couldn't see how a sunken boat was considered tied up at the dock. And no way was he gonna pay for it either! Why, it wasn't his boat, after all!

"That boat, fruitcake!" snapped the harbormaster, pointing at the submerged dingy. Xellos's eye twitched.

"That's not even my boat! I shouldn't have to pay for it! After all, I stole it!" he exclaimed without thinking. His last remark caused the harbormaster's eyebrows to shoot off of his head.

"Really, now?" Xellos's face turned pink and a big grin spread across his face.

"Uh, how about three shillings and you forget that last bit there?" he suggested, rummaging around in his pocket to produce the money. Instantly he slapped the coins down on the harbormaster's book.

After a few moments of consideration, the man smiled and closed his book. "Welcome to Port Royal, Mr. Fruitcake!" he said, turning and walking away. Somehow Xellos wasn't exactly satisfied with the name put down in the book, but it was better than the harbormaster turning him in for boat stealing. As he turned to continue on his merry way, he noticed a fat little purse sitting all alone on a barrel.

"Shame, it needs a home!" Xellos thought happily, snatching the purse and stuffing it quickly into his pocket. "After all, I need retribution for the money I just wasted!" Feeling quite happy, the Mozoku priest walked along the dock, smiling to himself and humming an annoying little song: "Yo ho, yo ho, a Mozoku's life for me!".

ZX: Sorry this chapter's so short, but the next one will be a lot longer!

Xellos: Why does everyone call me Fruitcake? Why why why why why?

ZX: (sweat drop) Uh, take a guess...three, actually, and you won't need the other two.

Xellos: (thinking hard) I give up, why?

ZX: (face fault) Figures.....fruitcake.

Xellos: NANI?!