It was all Natalie's fault. It was because of her 'cunning plan' that they had ended up in the brig of the Interceptor.

Natalie was full of 'cunning plans'. Most of which either never materialized or turned out to be not so cunning after all. She had left home at 15 for the simple reason that her younger sister annoyed her. However, lonesome living would never have suited her, so she roped her friends Jemma and Laura into leaving their families, to embark on a little adventure known as 'the three teenage girls who cannot cook living together disaster'!

It was residing in a dingy room with a sexually enthusiastic elderly couple next door, living on bread and peas that sparked the latest idea in Natalie's head. She couldn't stand having to listen to the endless pensioner orgasms from the other side of the wall a minute longer.

"Right!" she said, standing on a rickety wooden table, "We are leaving this dump!"

"We are?" Laura said through a mouthful of peas, "Where are we going?"

A determined, steely look filled Natalie's eyes. She turned her head dramatically to gaze out of the window. "Anywhere the ocean takes us!"

Jemma nearly choked on her pea sandwich.

"You mean…piracy!" she gasped.

"That's EXACTLY what I mean!" Natalie grinned, clicking her fingers in Jemma's face. "We just have to commandeer a ship, make a black sail and declare war against the world!"

"That easy!" Jemma smiled, "YAY!"

"But isn't piracy ille…" Laura began, before she was interrupted by loud shouts of 'YES DONALD! HARDER!' from next door. "Never mind then!" she finished.

That night the three girls packed small travel bags, full of essentials: food, weaponry and make up and hair accessories.

Rooting through Natalie's bag, Laura found something disgusting and vile. So sickening she nearly vomited. It was marmite. Laura simply glared at Natalie and threw the jar of black badness away.

After a few vicious catfights on the 'yay or nay' of marmite, the girls left at around 3 in the morning. They couldn't risk anyone seeing them leave. They could then be followed and stalked by vicious landlords asking for outstanding rent (not that the girls were debtors or anything like that…). The old life was gone, yet piracy had not begun. They were in the limbo of life. Or 'in between jobs' as some people so eloquently put it.

The first step on the road to piracy is to commandeer a ship. An easy enough task one may say. Not so if the people attempting to commandeer it are three 19 year old females with as much nautical experience as an upper class Parisian poodle.

"Now remember….quiet! We don't want some Navy officer catching us!" Natalie whispered.

"What's the plan, Natalie?" Jemma quipped up nervously.

"Well, being the genius that I am, I planned ahead. I have rope."

Laura looked at her with a sarcastically raised, perfectly plucked eyebrow, "and rope will aid us, how?"

Natalie sighed and remarked "Look up."

"I see the sky!" Jemma whispered in delight.

"Not the sky you idiot! There's a tree. We can tie the rope onto that thick branch then swing from that wall onto the ship."

Natalie, the 'fearless leader' went first. She placed her foot firmly on the uneven stonework and propelled herself off the wall. An exhilarating surge of adrenaline coursed through her as the wind blew through her hair. She landed on the deck of the ship with catlike precision. She signalled to Laura to go next.

Laura landed with similar ease, although swung from the rope a little longer (she found it kind of fun to be dangling in mid air). Now it was Jemma's turn.

Jemma got hold of the rope alright; she pushed her self off wonderfully. But then panic set it. Everything around her was a blur and her heart beat increased rapidly. The other two were whispering in desperate prayer 'don't scream, don't scream!'

But she did. It was a loud banshee like shriek. And she landed with a great big thump on the deck.

"Someone would've heard that!" Natalie hissed in panic.

"Indeed they would have," a commanding male voice stated, sounding thoroughly pissed off.

The girls turned in the direction of the voice. It was from a clearly high ranking officer on board. Natalie and Jemma groaned but Laura simply went 'ooooooh!' in delight.

"You are not allowed aboard this ship. I'm afraid I have no choice but to have you thrown in the brig until further questioning."

Laura began to protest until a snivelling man came up to her face and said 'You do not question Commodore Norrington's authority!"

"That will do Gillette," the man who was obviously Commodore Norrington sighed, "just take them below decks."

Gillette was clearly in his element and clearly fancied the arse of Norrington and with a ridiculous amount of enthusiasm said 'Yes Commodore! I will see that Mr. Regg deals with them!"

Gillette then led the girls down to the Mr. Regg (the cell guard). Not before Laura had shot a seductive glance and Norrington and whispered to him "I love a man to be authoritative."

Norrington just blinked in alarm.