A.N. – Okay! Now we have the fifth/sixth installment of this fic! I edited the summary around a bit for those who didn't notice. I'm trying to introduce this story to the rest of the world as an original pirate fic, but I don't know if I'm doing a very good job but we shall see! Now, here are my thank you's to all of you who reviewed!

Laina - Yup! You can expect an absolute 100% chance of cliffies in this fic, absolutely. ^ ^ Y'know why I do it, don't you? Every self-respecting author always at some point in there career (lol, don't ask) pulls a cliffie. And I'm doing it for this fic because it always leaves them wanting more! So just relax, and enjoy the fic! ^_~

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PANDORA001 - *licks cream off of face* Doesn't this count for like some kind of facial or something? Oh well, anyway, I finally got around to finishing this up! I'm so proud of myself! Did you see I had a new summary too? Did you? I'm so proud! ^^ Anyway, yup, she's gonna have one heckuva time adjusting to servant life, ne? And we all know how loving and kind our ouji is to his servants! NOT! (lol) Oh, and here's and don't forget to take your present! *tosses snowball at face*

SilverWing145 - *gives another cookie* Ha! Thank you so much for not giving anything away! *kisses feet* I very much appreciate that! The treasure is a very big part of my plot, so don't say anything! Shhhhhh!

Desta – I know! He is just so damn sexy in his little pirate get-up, ain't he? But part of the ouji's job is to make us all swoon and sigh in all of his hot outfits ne? Here is some more stuff to make you swoon, Desta!

DBZ-fan-JESS – I love those times too! The dresses were so gorgeous and the pirates were so rugged handsome! *swoon* It would have been so wonderful, I know it! I think those times, and then the Western times are my favorite periods. Thanks for reviewing again! Hope you like this one!

Chapter V

It had been almost one week, she was sure, since she had been kidnapped by these wretched, awful, filthy pirates. And these freebooters didn't want her doing anything but cleaning! The Italian duchess had never been more humiliated in her entire life. She, a woman of nobility and honor forced to do the chores of a scullery maid? It was unheard of! But there was nothing she could do about it. She'd just have to play along and at least be thankful she still was alive, and as long as she was alive, she had a chance.

'But for what am I alive?!' she mused to herself. Even in her spare time, she found herself wallowing in self-pity a whole lot these days. 'To perform the lowly chores of a servant girl? For pirates even! I don't know what I'd ever done to deserve this treatment. My hands are wrinkled and dry, my dress is torn, my hair is a mess, and I haven't had a decent meal in days! Won't anyone come to my rescue?'

Just then, a large, bald pirate strode past her, and 'accidentally' kicked over her bucked of cleaning water, spilling the mess all over her. She gasped, but then looked up and glared up to him. The tall man looked down at the sight before him and smirked sinisterly.

'What is it,' she thought 'with being evil and smirking all of the time?'

"Heh, sorry there, love. I didn't see you down there." The jerk answered in a rough voice.

Her glare told him that she didn't believe him and she knew he wasn't sorry. He'd done that on purpose, but he let her intense glares wash right over him and continued on his way.

'That meatheaded ass! If he were only half my size I'd give him a piece of my mind' she growled under her breath. ' Damn pirates, damn ship, damn water! Ugh!' She stood to her full height, and attempted to dry her dress by wringing the water out of it.

"Just great. A perfectly good dress, imported all the way from France, ruined." The annoyed heiress muttered to herself. Mocking the pirate's excuse under her breath, she began to wring out her once gorgeous dress.

"Slacking off on the job, eh?" she heard a young boy's voice tease from behind her. She turned around, and glared at the boy.

"Finished cleaning the bilges already, Quillian?" she retorted in the same teasing voice. The boy smiled up at her. She had befriended Quillian the day that the dark captain forced her to work. He was a small boy, around the age of 10 with sandy blonde hair and very light crystal blue eyes. From what he told her, Vejita had pilfered the orphan boy him from his hometown when he was around 8 years old to be his servant on the Dragon. He had a light and fun nature, and was absolutely adorable to talk to.

"Yup! I finished early." He finished, rocking back and forth on his heels.

Bulma shot him a look of utter disbelief, but his crystal blue eyes continued to shine his innocent pride in his work.

"How lucky for you. I bet you're the captain's favorite now." She answered mocked sarcastically to him.

"So what happened to you? Did you really need a bath that bad?" he asked jokingly, attempting to suppress an ornery grin.

Okay, so he wasn't that adorable. He was more like the annoying little brother she never had. Thank goodness her parents got it right the first time. Glaring at the fair-haired boy, she replied:

"No! Some tall bald jerk walked by and kicked it over on me."

"You mean Nappa?" the fair-haired boy inquired, seating himself on a tall wooden barrel.

"If that's what they call morons like him around here."

Quillian softly laughed. "Nope, that's what they call stinky, wet servant women around here." He giggled in the same ornery tone.

She turned around and playfully glared at Quillian. "Stupid brat." With kids like Quillian, you couldn't stay mad at them for very long, even if they were brats. She threw her brush at him, but Quillian just laughed and blocked the hit. The reluctant maid stood up from her all-fours position, and stretched. From behind her, she could hear heavy boots walking away and up the steps into the captain's cabin. She knew exactly who it was too.

"Damn pirates. Why must the constantly watch me like I'm some unmannered ruffian who plans to commandeer their ship only using my brush and water bucket?" she complained, while tying her hair up into a quick bun. Quillian giggled while at her complaint as he seated himself onto a wooden barrel.

"You do know why they watch you, don't you?"

"Because women are bad luck on a ship?"

Quillian shook his head in the negative.

"Because they're infatuated with such a royal, gorgeous, breath-taking creature such as me?" she said, batting her eyelashes emphatically.

Quillian released a childish giggle once more, and shook his head.

"Well, what other reason could there be if not those?" she inquired, walking up to him, and bending down so they were face to face.

"The captain is infatuated with you."

Okay, extremely sick thought. What the heck is this child on? Must have his captains crossed or something because he definitely could not be talking about the captain of this ship. No way because this captain's one pleasure in life is forcing poor innocent heiresses to perform the chores of a scullery maid and do it all day long in rags, no bath, and hideous living quarters. No damn way it could be him.

Bulma furrowed her eyebrows at him.

"Kid, you have some sick sense of humor." She said, standing up and picking up her brush to finish her chores. God forbid she be caught having pleasant conversation or slacking off on her servitude.

"I'm serious! Have you ever watched him before? He never takes his eyes off of you and watches you like a hawk!" he said, corroborating that statement by making rings around his eyes with his fingers like glasses.

"Well, I'm certainly flattered by that and all, but what does it really matter? Why do I care what he thinks? After all he did kidnap me, force me to do manual labor, feed me rotten fruit, kill my friends, ruin my ONE chance with a royal, handsome duke, AND let's not forget to mention: ruin my life! So why should I care…" she was interrupted in her ranting by a husky voice from behind her.

"Y'know you really could be more gracious." Bulma whipped around to face the dark pirate.

"Gracious? After all the kind things you've done for me? Why I could never, ever repay your kindness." She retorted sarcastically, but as always, this comment only put a smirk on the captain's lips. Quillian softly giggled at her sarcasm, but the dark captain gave Quillian a sharp look that told him to return to his duties, and Quillian promptly followed his tacit order. Then his imperial dark gaze returned to her.

"You should have more respect for me. Talking behind my back like that could force me to regret letting you live. " He said in a low tone as if to intimidate her while he began slowly stalking towards her. The aqua-haired heiress stood her ground, even though she was shaking inside. As much as she hated this guy, it was so hard to stand up to him like this. He was built like a god, there was no way anyone could or would save her if he decided to do something to her. It was much easier to insult him if you weren't looking him face to face, but once their eyes locked she knew it was all over.

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He loved the effect he had on people, he really did. And right now, he was enjoying every second of the fear he saw in her eyes. Her icy blue depths whispered the pleads for her life, but her face was warning to back off. It was all so very amusing to him. It was almost a turn-on as well. Almost.

"So why don't you? You weren't so hesitant to murder James." She hissed. Ah, foolish bravery. There is nothing like the fiery spirit of a woman. Chuckling, he took another step closer.

"Learn from his mistakes, woman, and try not to be as stupid. I know you're smarter than that." His tone was mysterious and deep, carefully shrouding his true emotions.

Reaching her left hand up to slap him, she hissed: "You know nothing about me!" and before skin met with skin, her wrist was caught by his firm gloved grasp.

"See? That's what I'm talking about. Reckless, rash decisions could get you hurt." He warned as his hand squeezed her tiny wrist. She wrinkled her pretty face up in pain as he threw her hand back at her. When she looked up at him, it was filled with pain, hatred, and fear.

Women were so moody.

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"Now, start using your head, and tell me what this means." He ordered, thrusting a piece of paper into her hands.

'After nearly breaking my wrist, he wants me to read to him?'

She had half of a mind to rip the paper in half, then throw it into the ocean, and the other half to make a sarcastic comment about his literacy skills. But she knew consciously that that idea could get her thrown over the side as well. So, reluctantly following her better judgement, she unraveled the piece of paper.

Devils and Dragons guard the cave

To those orbs of blue

A man can do a lifetime of searching

And never have a clue

Cleverly hidden

And tucked away

Oblivious to the sight of men

Thus the only way to find the orbs

Is to look within

A bewildered look struck her face as she re-read the note to herself.

"Trying to write poetry, are you?" She couldn't resist it. It was just too easy. Even though she remembered that she was on the ship of with a deadly sadist, she still couldn't help it. Her sarcastic nature wouldn't allow that moment to slip away.

A low warning growl emitted from the pirate as he jerked the paper from her hands.

"¡No, tonto!" he growled in Spanish. "I found this on your boyfriend's ship."

She arched a blue eyebrow. "So?"

He sighed in annoyance. " Do you even have any idea what it's referring to?"

"It's your stupid poem, not mine."

"This is not my poem! I did not write this shit! Tonto, it is referring to the Sapphirine Orbs." He explained, muttering a few curse words in Spanish afterwards.

"Stop calling me idiot!" she barked at him, feeling braver at the moment.

"I'll call you whatever I damn well please! This is my ship, you are my servant, and I demand you to tell me what the hell this means or else I'll send you back to Italy in pieces!" the dark man threatened, unsheathing his sword to corroborate the threat.

Her eyes got as big as dinner plates as she backed away as far as she could from him.

"I honestly have no idea what it means! I didn't even know that it was on the ship! I swear!"

Growling lowly in his throat, she could tell that he was reasoning with himself to let her live, and she hoped he would listen to himself. Whoa, that sounded weird.

After a few moments of silence, save for the captain's heavy breathing, he put his sword away.

Regaining his normal regal stature, he rose to his full height, and took a step back from her, and just stared at her for a few moments, which was highly unnerving. Then, he spoke in his normal, spooky, mysterious tone.

"You're eyes resemble sapphires." He said, which she hoped was not a compliment because she had no idea what to say. Well she did say something, but "Uh…" wasn't the exact wording she was looking for.

Eyeing her warily once more, he smirked before saying one last thing before turning on his heel, and leaving.

"I don't think I will kill you just yet."

Whatever the hell that meant.

She spent a few moments of silence to regain her composure.

'Won't someone save me from this crazy ship?! Whatever I did to deserve this, I'm sorry! Perdonami! Just please, don't let me die like this!'

Releasing the breath she had been holding, she realized that she had been so nervous when he had been around, that she squeezed onto her dress so hard, it ripped.

"Ah, Dammit! He can even ruin my life and not even be here! Grrrr! I can't stand this anymore!" she voiced to herself, the spoiled brat inside of her wanting to come out and throw a fit. But she repressed that childish urge, and settled to stamp her foot and clench her fists. We may be a servant in rags, but we are still a lady at heart and will act accordingly at all times.

Curse her royal upbringing because she really really really wanted to throw a fit right now.

'To hell with it.' She thought as she dropped on her knees again, and began scrubbing the floor. She'd take out all of her anger on this brush and floor. She didn't care how she got rid of it, really. As long as she wasn't the one getting beat up, she'd be angry at the floor.

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In the looming darkness of his cabin, he sat there and read the royal parchment in his hands over again. Smirking, he sat his half-empty wineglass down on the wooden table next to him and leaned back in his chair.

"So, they want my help, do they? The big bad Dragon has kidnapped their little princess and they require my 'professional assistance'? Hmph, they were a little short of begging, don't you think?" a sadistic voice whispered to a black pet that rose up from the shaded darkness of the corner. It stood up on its four legs and pranced over to him, gently nudging under his hand for attention.

"Well, if it's hell they want," he said as he set the letter down on the table and folded his gloved hands together. "It's hell they shall get." And as he slowly opened his eyes to the darkness, his left eye glowed an eerie color of blood red.

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A.N. – So what do you think of all the new characters I introduced? What will happen next? I really hope I get the new chapter out sooner than before! My cliffies are really making people mad! * opens window and we see an angry mob with torches and pitchforks chanting* See what I mean? Well, don't forget to review! Love y'all! *gets out gun and hides behind couch*

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Griffyn ^_^