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Sitting on a barrel and watching the sun sink down into the ocean had done little to calm her nerves. She was so worried about leaving tonight, that she almost didn't want to do it.

Almost.

If it hadn't have been for the fact that she was on the ship of the most notorious pirate captain in the seven seas, and that all the stories she had heard have been proven true thus far, maybe she would feel better about going.

About trying to escape from him.

But she knew the trick to making this whole thing work was to not get caught, and that's precisely what she was worried about. Getting caught trying to leave. What the bloody hell did he want with her anyway? She was of no use to him, except maybe for a ransom. But there had to be something else. Why would he want to keep her?

'The jewels.' She thought. 'Those stupid jewels that he was looking for…what were they called? The Sapphirine Orbs? I think so, because Lady Aubrianna's husband was looking for them as well. What on earth do they do? And what do they have to do with me?'

Bulma's eyebrows furrowed as she mused to herself. It was all so confusing. Ever since this stupid ordeal started, her world had been turned topsy-turvy. She hadn't been herself, and she was so confused.

'Damn it all!' she thought as she threw a rock into the pacific waters. 'And damn him!'

"Milady?" a suave male voice called to her from behind. Whipping her head around, she turned to face whomever it was.

"Enjoying the evening sunset?" the raven-haired sailor smiled casually from behind her, his red cape flowing in the soft salty breeze. "Might I join you?"

'At least not everyone one on this testosterone-filled ship is a vile, mannerless pig.''

"Be my guest." She acquiesced with a smile. Yamcha leaned against the barrel neighboring hers with his arms crossed. After awhile of silence, she broke it. Bulma wanted to know more about her savior before she rendezvoused with him in a tiny ship for 5 days.

"So, tell me Yamcha. How is it someone like you got mixed up with these worthless goons?"

A soft laugh escaped him, and his lips curved up into a smile. It was comforting, for a little while at least, to see hear a man laugh. And not those psychotic laughs that the demon captain does. A genuine, honest laugh, and she couldn't help but smile too.

"Well, when I was 12 years old and an orphan, an old knight found me and took me in. His name was Sir Arthur Steadman, and he made me his apprentice, letting me care for his horses and do his errands and such. After serving the old man for 6 years, he recognized me as his son and having no heirs, he left me everything he had when he died. It was a great fortune and a beautiful plot of land. Simply gorgeous in all of its entirety. The most beautiful place to raise a family and I would have done that if…"

Bulma cocked her head in interest, and her looked pried him on to finish.

"If Vejita hadn't have come?"

"No. If his relatives weren't such greedy bastards. They all bickered about it and for 2 years I fought with them right back. 2 years were wasted on this stupid thought they had that it was rightfully theirs. On and on they went. It was lucky that Sir Steadman was a good friend with the king because when they took it to him, he settled it right there. Anyone who bothered me further, he said, would have their choice of life imprisonment or being beheaded." He added that last part with a satisfied smirk.

"But life went all downhill after that. Our ships kept getting attacked by pirates and all of our merchandise stolen. So I was sick of it, and then I already was handy with a sword, so I decided to go with my crew one day on one of their missions."

"And you met up with the Dragon then." She guessed, and he turned his head and looked at her.

"Exactly. He raided our ship just as he did yours, and left only me alive."

"Just like me."

"Yes. You see, I was also a famed mapmaker, and knew these oceans like the back of my hand. He said that I had a choice, either join his crew to plot routes, or burn with the ship."

"That wasn't much of a choice. And at least you had one."

He chuckled again. "Yes, I did, but like you said, it wasn't much of one. And now, I regret it. Although the rewards he gets from his pillaging are bountiful, I much would have preferred burning over this." He stated his onyx orbs shifting downwards and his face falling.

"Don't say that!" she said suddenly, so suddenly it even startled her. He looked up at her curiously and with a hint of surprise. Blushing, she finished.

"If you weren't here, Sir Yamcha, you wouldn't have been able to rescue me."

Saying that brought another genuine smile to his lips, which wrought a strange feeling inside her. Almost like a fluttery feeling, like one she got when she was with James.

" I believe, that that, Lady Bulma," he said, brushing stray wisps of hair away from her fair face. "was fate."

She smiled, and blushed a little, making Sir Yamcha smile even more.

"I don't think I believe in fate." She stated matter-of-factly, making him raise his eyebrow. "I don't like to believe that someone other than me has control of my future."

He smiled again. " Well, I know that I'm no psychic, but I do believe that fate, or whoever is up there has something big planned for us." He made a motion upwards with his hands to show what he meant. "And I don't mean all of the people on earth. I mean just us."

"Us?" Bulma questioned his use of the romantic term, causing the young sailor to blush.

"Well, you know. You and me." Bulma laughed at his boyish blush, and then turned her attention back to the ocean. Yamcha cleared his throat and followed her suit. And after a few minutes of unnerving silence, the young sailor broke in again.

"L…Lady Bulma?" he asked, not so colloquial anymore.

"Yes?" she answered, not turning away from the ocean scene.

" Wh…when we get back to England, or when I take you back to England that is, w...would you like to uh…" he stuttered again, making Bulma raise her eyebrow. "Or could I…"

Bulma finally caught on to why he was stuttering. Her mum always said that men only stutter around beautiful women, and she had to admit that she was quite a catch.

"Are you saying that you would want to court me when we get back?" she finished his question for him, causing him to blush, but look up at her anyway. She smiled and chuckled a little at his cute face.

"You wouldn't mind, would you?" he asked again. Bulma smiled brightly at him.

"I suppose I would owe that much to my rescuer, wouldn't I?" she said, causing him to smile even more. He had a look on his face as if he were trying to resist swinging her around by the waist and kissing her afterwards. But he just settled to tip his hat and say, "It is my pleasure, Lady Bulma."


It had been many hours since the crew and her captain had gone to bed, but only two of her members were still awake. The lady Bulma was awake in the bilges of the ship, partly because she was anticipating leaving, and another part because she hated being stuck in the dank, dark bilges of The Dragon.

'All right, Yamcha. Anytime between now and eternity would be just fine!' she mused to herself as she seated herself atop a barrel. No way could you pay her enough to sit on the floor. Often when someone did, it squeaked, and it wasn't the sound of creaking wood.

Then, the sound she had been waiting for came from atop the stairs. Three bangs on her door, loud enough to catch her attention, but soft enough not to alert everyone of their escape.

Climbing up the stairs, she carefully reached the top and he hoisted her onto the deck. His boyish features were hidden by the night shadows, but shadowed and revealed by the moonbeams.

"Ready?" he asked in a whisper.

"As I'll ever be." She responded in the same tone.

"All right, then. Let's go."

Holding onto her arm, he carefully took the first step forward, followed by the girl. He made sure not to step on one creaky floorboard, lest they awaken anyone. Slowly, and slowly they stepped, and Bulma could barely contain her nervousness. What if he was watching? Waiting for us, just to ambush us?

She couldn't help but let out a shuddered sigh as she continued to walk on with him, pulling the makeshift shawl tighter around her. The distance to the longboats seemed to be longer than it truly was, but Yamcha's eyes were slathered in determination and that was a little comfort. As long as he had faith that Vejita wasn't looking, she could feel a little safer. So, as they walked, she scooted a little closer to him.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they were in the long wooden boat that would help them sail away. It was stocked with boxes of food and wine and fresh water. She wanted to ask if they would be able to stay afloat with all of these goods, but she also didn't want to make any unnecessary noise. So, climbing as quietly as she could, she slipped in on one end, and Yamcha on the other.

He had already explained what to do with the ropes and the hooks, and she had run it over in her mind many times to keep it fresh so it wasn't a hard task trying to lower the small ship. They were halfway there, she thought, but she wouldn't be able to breath until they hit the water and were sailing away.

Bulma tried to stay deeply concentrated on lowering the boat down the side of the ship as quietly and effectively as possible, but something terrifying broke her concentration. Something in the sky that she had hoped they could avoid. It was a clap of thunder.

Turning her aquamarine eyes to the sky, and then to Yamcha, she tried to keep herself calm and concentrated. Good luck.

"Yamcha!" she whispered, hoping he would hear. "Yamcha, I thought you said there was going to be fair weather the whole way there!"

"Yes, well there's always that chance. You can't predict when a storms going to strike up."

"But you said that there were none! You reassured me!"

"Well, I don't know what to tell you! The sea is a cruel mistress!"

"The sea is cruel? Sir Yamcha, you have yet to witness a cruel mistress because if a storm strikes up while we're trying to escape, you won't have the sea to worry about. You'll have my hands around your neck!"

"That's very comforting."

"Trust me, ladies aren't all flowers and perfume, as you will see soon."

"That's also comforting."

"Just concentrate on getting me the hell out of here!" she whisper-hissed as soon as the longboat hit the water.

"Fine!" Yamcha threw her an oar. "Start rowing!"

The oars dove into the water faster than a dolphin and began to stroke over and over, both of them trying as fast as they could to escape.

'Just concentrate on getting out of here. Just concentrate on that and then nothing else can exist.'


"So what has he said, chamberlain?" the regal man atop the wooden throne inquired his royal servant who stood below him. The chamberlain stood from his bended knee, and cleared his throat as he began.

"Sir, we've received word that he has accepted your mission."

"And?"

"And the terms you gave him, although he regrets not personally being able to execute the Dragon himself."

"Pity, but the Dragon's life is mine and mine alone. He can torture him all he wants on his ship, but he is alive when he comes to my shores."

"Yes sir."

"Pirates." The duke scoffed under his breath as he took a drink of his wine. " I'd like to lock the whole lot of them away."

There was a brief silence while the chamberlain gnawed on his lip to keep from asking a question.

"What more news is there?"

"Sir, do you think it was truly wise to…"

"Hire a pirate to do a rescue job? Not at all, chamberlain. I've ruined my reputation doing this and put Gino's daughter at risk as well."

"So, why him sir? Why the Demon?"

Smirking, the old duke answered his servant. "It takes a thief, to catch a thief."


Minutes later, it happened. A storm of great fury kicked up, and it wasn't looking like it was going to die very soon.

"My…arms…are…killing me!!" the blue-haired heiress yelled to the damp sailor in front of her.

"I…know! Just…keep…rowing!" Yamcha yelled back.

"This is your fault you know!!" she yelled at him again.

"My…my fault? How?"

"You…should have left…at a different…time!!" she yelled again, pausing between sentences to try and avoid waves.

"And risk getting caught by Vejita? I don't think so!"

"I would have rather faced Vejita's wrath than brave the waves of mother nature!"

" Aw, c'mon! It's not…so bad!" If Yamcha didn't have water and salt blowing into his eyes, the look Bulma shot him told him that he was at the top of her 'kill' list.

"What do you mean, 'not so bad'? You're…not wearing…wet burlap…with no underwear!" Normally, she wouldn't shout that to a man she was isolated on a boat with, but considering that she was irritated, her arms hurt, and the wet burlap was chaffing her, she honestly didn't care.

" It really should…clear up…soon!"

"You said that an hour ago!"

"Really? Oh, well I mean it this time!"

'Ugh, how do I get myself into these situations?! Better yet, how do I attract such ignorant, arrogant, egotistical men?'

"Just…remind me tokill you when this is over with!"

"What?! I can't hear you! What did you say?"

"I SAID!! REMIND ME TO KILL YOU!!"

"Oh, Okay!" he yelled back. It was obvious that he was just agreeing with her to shut her up, and it took everything she had not to throw an orange or two at his head.

The vicious storm continued to roll on, but gradually got worse. The tiny boat rolled and tumbled, and almost capsized during a big wave, but still they persevered. They sky crackled and lightening flashed. It almost seemed impossible to get out of this storm alive.

'God,' Bulma thought. 'or whatever good immortal entity is up there, please hear this! I know I haven't done the best I could on earth yet, I may have sinned a few times and cursed more than I should have…But if you let us live through this, I promise promise promise that I'll be better behaved and start going to church more often! I'll even become a nun if it'll let me live through this, but please! Don't…let…me…die…yet!!'

The waves twirled and the wicked wind blew mercilessly. Pieces of the tiny boat began to break apart and little bits of the food tumbled out with it.

"Bulma! I have a feeling…we're not going to make it to England in one piece!"

"Really?!" she yelled back in sarcasm. "How observant of you! What gave it away?" And Yamcha would have glared at her, had it not been for the salt flying into his eyes.

"Bulma! Let go of the oars, and crawl towards the center of the boat!"

"Why?"

"Just do it! There's a big wave coming toward us and it'll tear this boat apart!"

"Oh, that's good news!"

"All right…now!"

Throwing aside the oars, both of them began hurriedly crawling towards the center. Once Yamcha found her, he grasped onto her for dear life.

"Hold on!"

Then, like an enormous hand, the tsunami hit! It ripped the boat and all of it's contents apart, and shattered it like it was just a toy. But the two people inside were sent crashing below the tormentuous waters, into the murky depths. The force in which they were sent crashing down, broke their arms apart, and flung them apart and down.

Lucky for her, Bulma was taught how to swim, and using the technique she acquired in her younger years, swam up to the top for the breath of air that her lungs craved.

Once she reached the top, the storm was still blowing, though not as hard. As if its single goal was to separate them and leave them stranded from each other. Another wave rolled over her, though this one not as large, but luckily she dove under before it did any serious damage.

Emerging in the top again, she gasped for air. Once she affirmed that the waters were safe, she then began to search for a stray piece of wood to keep afloat on. Her luck had changed, and she wearily began to swim to the floating wood. Once there and once she had caught her breath, she then began to scream Yamcha's name.

"Yamcha!" she looked to the left of her. "Sir Yamcha! Answer me!" No answer. So she turned the opposite way, and yelled once more.

"Yamcha!"

No direction held him or his name, and she began to panic.

'Oh no! It can't be! I'm out here, in the middle of the ocean by myself! What am I going to do?'

Panic finally set in, as she swam around, hoping to find some sign of him. But alas, nothing. Then, her body became weak and tired.

'No! I can't fall asleep…I can't…'

But to keep herself from falling asleep, she began to scream his name.

"Yamcha! Yamcha, answer me! Yamcha! Yamcha…"

The calm waters around her slowly lapped up onto her, and the way she lay on the wood was comfortable. Her eyes slowly slid shut as she slowly continued to call his name. Before long, she slid into darkness.