Dear my maties sorry for my late update. To me this chapter sucks lol it just proves how bad for each other they are. I may be late wif updates because I'm having trouble wif the plot and I've lost my muse. Also I'm pirates of the Caribbean crazy right now so I'll probably write a story bout that lmao( I've already started) but don't fret the 2 people that kinda like my story I'll try and finish this.

Ps. Battle scene coming up. Also I need new insults and reasons 4 fights so plz contribute, I'll give u all the credit 

Inara woke up to a full bed. This was unusual because Achilles was always out fighting with Patroclus. She was use to being alone but it was a pleasant surprise.

"I must have tired you out last night?" Inara smirked.

"Good morning to you to", Achilles sleepily mumbled as he rolled over to escape the glare of the sun. Inara looked at him cocking up an eyebrow.

"ACHILLES WE ARE APPROCHING SIGHT OF LAND!" a deep voice from above called. Inara heard the news and suddenly got extremely excited.

"WAKE UP STUPID!" Inara shouted as she slapped her husband on the shoulder. Achilles just rolled over.

"LAND! FINALLY, THIS SHIP WAS STARTING TO PISS ME OFF!" she squealed, hopping out of bed to change.

She picked a green dress that gathered at the back and shoved it on. smack, Inara threw her sandal at Achilles.

"HURRY UP!" She picked up her sandal and put it on as she hopped out the door.

Inara ran up to the top deck and found herself at the rail leaning to catch a look. She leaned so far she lost her footing, almost slipping overboard until a smaller tanned arm caught her.

"Has my cousin driven you to suicidal insanity already?" Patroclus asked a major smile plastered on his face.

"I'm still contemplating", Inara joked, putting a loose piece of hair behind her ear.

"Well I hope he hasn't because I would love to meet my nephew some day!" both of them had a little giggle until they heard a big crash

"Maybe I shouldn't have woken him yet?" Inara questioned which sent both of them into another fit of laughter.

Just then a scrawny man came crawling/running out of the door.

"I'm sorry sir"

Achilles came out as he chucked a gold goblet at the poor man.

He stormed over to Inara, pure anger in his sea blue eyes.

"HE WAS SNOOPING IN OUR ROOM! AMOGNST YOUR THINGS!" he was fuming. Achilles smashed his hand on the railing.

"I doubt he meant to. Maybe he was doing the washing?" Inara didn't quite care but was trying to calm Achilles down.

"CAN YOU BE ANY STUPIDER? HE WAS TRYING TO STEAL SOMETHING!" Achilles sighed.

"Do you have anything important in your chest?" he was done yelling.

"NO! GOD YOU'RE THE STUPID ONE. I BARELY TRUST YOU THESE DAYS LET ALONE YOUR MEN!" she pointed a finger at Achilles' victim who was on the floor rubbing his head.

Neither of them had anything to say. Achilles was shifting uncomfortably to resist his urge to slap her across the face. How dare she talk to him like that? He thought. Inara turned her back to Achilles and folded her arms. Patroclus on the other hand was watching half stunned and felt he should say something, as did the rest of the men who were watching intently.

"Ummm? Inara could you help me….retrieve the food?" Patroclus had no idea what to say but felt he had a better chance of making Inara move instead of Achilles.

"Why don't you ask that big ugly brute over there?" she didn't even look at him.

"If I'm so ugly why did you marry me?" Patroclus could tell he was getting fumed so he took a few cautious steps back.

Inara turned around. She looked puzzled.

"You know what I don't know", she suddenly turned angry and shouted. "ALL I KNOW IS THAT IT WAS THE WORST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE!"

Achilles tensed up and raised his hand swinging it at Inara. She blocked him with her arm. Rage in her eyes. All the men looked at the pair their eyes wide open in disbelief.

Inara pushed Achilles away and stormed off to the back of the ship.

"Let's get back to work!" Patroclus said trying to leave his cousin to deal with his anger.

Inara looked over the water and sighed. She turned to look at the front of the ship and whispered to herself "I hate sailing; the tide always changes, the gods must hate me".