A few moments later, the group of pirates had gathered in the brig for the interrogation of Captain 'Monkey' Wills. As Kate had decided it best, none of the wrestlers had been allowed to attend. Molly walked in the door last bearing an exceptionally foul attitude. Then she caught sight of the prisoner and flashed a cruel grin at the thought of beating someone, anyone senseless.

"Kate," Molly suggested pulling out her whip; "May I do the honors?"

Kate regarded her suspiciously a moment before replying, "Uh, I think I'm going to let Wendy handle this whelp today. We want him alive, not ripped to shreds."

Molly gave an indignant little snort but nonetheless replaced her whip. "As you wish cap'n," She addressed her coolly.

"Perhaps," Kate sharply retorted; "I do not need your presence for this round of questions; go relieve Kyrie at the helm, Molly. And mind your attitude, I'll not be toleratin' insubordination on my ship from anyone."

"Yes cap'n," Molly replied and promptly left slamming the cabin door behind her.

"What's got her all angry," Emmaline inquired of Maxine in a low whisper.

"I'm not certain," Maxine replied in an equally hushed tone; "I found her and Chris screaming at each other when I went to fetch her."

Meanwhile, Kate had fixed her attention on Captain Wills. "So, what do you know?"

"I know my name, its Captain Bartholomew Wills," He answered smartly.

"We know that," Kate sighed in disgust; "What do you know of the Duke of Arrington?"

Captain Wills blinked in confusion before responding, "The Duke?"

"Don't play games with me," Kate glared at his stalling behavior; "I'm sure the women would appreciated a fine dinner of monkey brains."

"NO!" Captain Wills protested; "Not Louie, leave him out of this."

"Then tell us what you know about the duke," Kate urged him.

"OK, OK," Captain Wills shook his head to signal his cooperation.

Elsewhere on the ship….

The men had all gathered in the scullery area for some rounds of the bones and camaraderie since there was little else to do at the present. Well, most of them were there. Chris had decided to see what he could help Colleen with in the infirmary; not trusting his emotions should he run into Kurt.

"Man," Sean O' Haire lamented; "I lost again."

Farooq smiled like a Cheshire cat as he raked in the meager winnings of the round. "Sorry, guess it's just not your night."

"I'm out," Sean replied and pushed away from the table.

Bradshaw cracked his knuckles and glanced around the chamber, "Next?"

"Ooo, can I play?" Kurt smiled innocently.

"Sure," Bradshaw responded easily, "Sit yourself down there, boy."

The hapless Kurt missed the knowing wink that was exchange between the two APA members.

Ten minutes later…..

"No, no…" Kurt was protesting; "Give me another chance, not my medals."

"Look you shouldn't have put them up if you didn't want to lose them," Bradshaw growled.

The rest of the men in company were trying hard not to laugh at Kurt's misfortune. Tears rolled down the Olympian's face as he stood up and left the room quietly thereafter.

"Man, I thought he'd never go!" Commented someone after the poor lad had gone.

Once outside, Kurt chose to see what he could do to assist Colleen in the infirmary. He'd not realized that perhaps that wasn't his best option. He opened the door to the little chamber and immediately his heart dropped as he saw the other wrestler in company.

"Oh n-" Kurt began and was cut off.

Jericho charged him and knocked him back outside onto the deck.

"Chris! Kurt!" Colleen tried to stop them fruitlessly.

"You want to fight dirty, huh junior;" Chris snarled as he pummeled Kurt's face relentlessly. "How's this?!?"

Kurt pushed Chris off of him, knocking him backward; "Look Chris, face it you were 'supposed' to lose; I just made the ending more creative."

"You cheated!" Chris shot back as he lunged for him once more.

"Like you never do?" Kurt blinked and dodged his assault.

"That's not the point," Chris dismissed his challenge as he felt the urge to fight subsiding.

"What is the point?" Kurt asked then simply.

"She was mine," Chris spat out; "I can't believe she chose you over me."

"What are you talking about?" Kurt replied and then realization hit him, "Molly? Is that what this is about?"

Chris looked at him a moment, shrugged in disgust and promptly walked away before he committed a murder right there. If Molly wished to be with Kurt, so be it, he realized as he headed for the back of the ship to contemplate. Kurt meanwhile stood staring after him as the pieces fell into place. Feeling sorry for Chris, Kurt set out to see what he could do to rectify Chris's false assumption.

"Colleen," Kurt turned and asked the ship's doctor; "Do you know where I might find Molly?"

Colleen eyed him a moment as she considered, "If she's not down at the questioning, she'd most likely be up at the helm. It's a fine thing you're trying to do lad, but Molly may not be as receptive as your friend there."

"You call that receptive?" Kurt asked in disbelief.

"Compared to how Molly's going to react to seein' ye, it was lad," Colleen told him. "I'll keep the bandages ready for ye."

Kurt swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat and set off to find Molly. "If only I hadn't cheated then none of this would have happened, why didn't I listen to mother," Kurt thought as he started up the steps to the helm. As he reached the top stair, Molly caught sight of him immediately.

"YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She hissed venomously and screamed angrily; "I'm going to kill ye, ye scurvy dog!"

Pulling out her whip since her sword had been broken, Molly cracked it loudly against the deck.

"Please Molly," Kurt whimpered trying to stay brave; "I just want to talk!"

"Enough talk," Molly screamed as she cracked him with the whip.

The whip caught Kurt around the ankle and knocked him off his feet. Molly drew her dagger next and prepared to mortally wound poor peacemaking Kurt. Kurt was crying in terror now, knowing her wrath was severe.

"You'll never be talkin' again," Molly threatened, "When I'm through with ye!"

Just as she went to plunge her weapon she felt the firm grip of someone's hand around her wrist.

"No Molly," The familiar voice belonging to Chris chided her; "Don't do it."

Molly turned and was able to view the interloper. For the third time in many years, Molly cried.

Chris turned to Kurt and told him softly, "Get out of here Kurt." Then he wrapped Molly in an embrace and just held her while she cried.

Kurt scrambled up to his feet and headed back for the infirmary, even though he'd been spared further injury. After all, he felt better just getting checked out to be sure.

After Kurt had gone, Molly found her voice, "Chris, I swear to you; I had nothing to do with that kiss."

"I know Molly," Chris pulled back enough to look her in the eye and smile; "I shouldn't have accused you like that."

Molly sighed and laid her head against his chest, "What are we going to do? I don't want to lose you."

Chris fought back tears of his own as he too was dreading the inevitable. "I don't know Molly, I don't know."