Thanks to:

TotallyRiddickObsessed – hmm, jealousy brews

BabyKat – It's fun and a helluva long chapter

NightmareWeaver – good to have you back on board! Yep. Cookies! Cookie was my first word, not that anyone needed to know that. Enjoy.

Chapter XXXIV: Don't Cage An Irishwoman

"Ye stupid lass, ye couldn't hit anything with a red target painted on it." A crewmember taunted as she tried to find edible food again. He wasn't familiar to her, so she didn't really take notice of him.

"Oy, lassie, want to warm me bed? Eh? Can't refuse an offer like this!" He said comically, opening his arms wide as if to welcome her into his…embrace, if one could call it that.

"Just shut the fuck up." Liege snarled, smiling as she caught the glint of her steel-toed boots in the dim, partially broken light of the fridge.

"Yeah and how do ye plan on makin' me shut up?" He taunted, crossing his arms over his chest. Smirking, he barely took notice of her infuriated expression.

"Ye shit, get yer nasty arse to the storeroom 'n I'll beat it into ye." She ordered, walking towards him.

The bastard was still smirking and she stopped short, slipping a hand behind her back. Smiling sweetly, she fingered her favourite blade that was nestled against her back.

Her smile turned into a mocking grin as she withdrew the knife and tossed it with a sharp flick of her wrist, lodging it directly between his legs and not a centimeter too high.

The crewmember paled and froze up, not wanting to move an inch. Stepping closer to him, she ordered him to dislodge the blade. As he handed it to her, she held it and watched as he still stood completely tensed.

"Move." Liege ordered.

He didn't even budge.

Seconds later he was curled in a fetal position on the floor, moaning loudly. Curses soon followed as he swore he was seeing spots.

Cleaning her steel-toed boot on his pants, she viciously kicked him, satisfied at the deafening crunch and crack of ribs that came after.

"I'll be seein' ye in the storeroom at some point." Liege threatened, stalking out of the kitchen, cold beer in hand. Hated the stuff, but for times like these, well hell, she had to celebrate somehow.

Slowly walking down the hallways, she wondered why she was given almost complete free reign of the ship. Tapping on the walls with her nails, Liege sighed, wishing Jack could rescue her sooner. Small ships made her feel even more caged.

Snapping the can of beer open, Liege took a sip as she reviewed the control room. Not much, but enough to get through the systems, give slight defense and the advantage of being a fast ship.

Trailing her hands over the keys, toggles, buttons and screens, Liege wished she remembered how to work a ship. She could if forced to, but lord knows she would seriously mess up somewhere along the line.

Taking another sip, she hissed at the taste but still took note of O'Calhern, who had just slipped into the room. Closing her eyes, she wished it was her father.

"Nice ship, O'Calhern." She complimented, turning around to face him. He looked normal, if you could call a madman like him normal. Perhaps slightly drunk, he was still as sharp as the blades she carried with her.

"Thank ye, Liege. Made any progress with tha' decision of yers?" He asked, checking his nails.

"No." She replied shortly, taking a knife and wedging it between the lip of the can and the can itself. Rounding the blade, she took off the top of can.

"Nice trick." He stated, watching the weapon move gracefully in her hands, as she had been playing with them since the moment she was born. "So, ye got six days."

"Well aware." She replied, still short. Liege was in no mood to deal with O'Calhern. "Thanks for the beer."

"Any time."

"But I don't like it. Nasty taste."

"Ye think?" He asked, wondering why she was so amiable and easy to talk to. Should've known.

"Yeah I do. Want it?" She offered, walking forward and resheathing her knife in another mystery spot on her body. Nodding he moved his hand forward to take it.

Puling her arm back she jerked it forward, splashing out all the beer onto O'Calhern. Smirking she threw the can over her shoulder, where it landed on the control panel.

The remaining sip of beer leaked out onto the panel and it was too late to prevent anything from happening. It soon fizzled and popped, destroying some part of it.

"Damn, didn't mean to do that. Promise. 'n don't give me tha' stare, ye said ye wanted the damn beer." Liege argued in a sarcastically optimistic voice.

"Get out of 'ere, ye bitch." He snarled, not liking the feel of his hair being washed by beer. His favourite beer, nonetheless.

"As ye wish." She bowed and quietly moved out of the room. Stopping at the door she leaned her head in to talk to him. "By the way, you might want to check the kitchen."