Author's Note: Believe it or not, this second chapter was more challenging for me to write than the first. This is because I'm not as huge of a fan of Windwaker as I am of Ocarina of Time and Majora's Mask; therefore the passion might have been forced a little. I still want to write this out because of the note I left in the first chapter. I've never been good at writing strong-willed characters like Tetra, so I guess we'll see how this goes.

Concepts and characters of The Legend of Zelda The Windwaker © Nintendo

The unnamed pirate and story © YLFanatic94


Chapter 2: A Good Catch

"Ain't she pretty?"

"Sure she is, Nico."

The poor fish was flipping its tail as if it could take off into the sky. "I think it's bigger than the one Tetra caught last week."

"Sure, in your dreams." Nico watched his fellow crewmate roll her eyes. "Could you at least pretend I broke the record?"

The taller pirate shrugged. "Sorry, but I lost my imagination years ago."

"'Amy, Nicko! What are you two bozos doing off your posts?" Both turned to see their captain's menacing glare. Clearly, she hadn't quite caught up with her beauty sleep.

"Uh, well, I caught a trout!" Niko beamed like a child, showing off his prize. The fish took the opportunity to hop like a rabbit from his arms, dangle on the edge of the platform and push with all its strength back into the ocean. All while the captain was watching.

"Intriguing," She replied as pure horror took over Niko. "But not as intriguing as what your headstone will be if you don't get back to work."

"Y-yes, Captain!" Niko saluted her before throwing his pathetic fishing rod aside and skidding away. Watching him climb up the mast like a wiggling noodle almost made Amy laugh. "As for you, Amy," Tetra gave her a good look over. "I'd like to speak with you. Privately." Even with the swirl bun on top, this captain wasn't messing around. A million scenarios replayed in Amy's mind. Had she eaten more rations than she should've? Or was it the fact she'd left her cleaning duty to someone else?

Amy gave the bright clear sky and the waves of the sea a solemn stare as if it would be her last breath of fresh air. She nodded to the captain and followed her down the ladder and further down to the lower level of the ship. At every move, the ship's wood would groan in protest. Tetra paced quickly to her private quarters, her blonde hair bobbing like a buoy being tossed by the waves. Several other crewmates-most of them new-snickered as Amy dragged her feet. Others whispered amongst themselves, even after the captain ordered silence.

Tetra sighed in relief as she and Amy slipped into her office, though it was more like a bedroom. She made sure the door was securely locked before once again looking at Amy.

"Did you get a name?" Her authoritative voice seemed to have faded and was replaced by concern.

"Pardon me?" Amy asked Tetra.

She could only watch as the usually postured captain let her shoulders fall. She walked from the door to her dresser. Amy noted the chest of jewelry she had seen a million times before because, well, Tetra sure did love to talk to her 'privately' rather often. I am the only other female on this ship, she thought.

Tetra sighed and seated herself in the leather chair that the crew had looted a few months ago. "You know, from the dream. That girl you keep seeing; did you ask for her name?"

Amy chuckled nervously. "Oh, the dream. I'm sorry, Captain-"

"I've told you a million times-call me Tetra."

"Oh, alright, Tetra", Amy stammered. "Yes, I did get a name."

"Well, spit it out. Quit staring at my stuff!" Tetra used her arms to cover the array of perfume she had by her mirror.

"Her name is Aryll," Amy replied. "And she's searching for her grandma."

Tetra gasped, nearly falling from her chair. "Did you help her?"

Why does she care so much about this? Amy asked herself. She doesn't give a rat's rear end about anyone else.

"N-no, Cap-I mean, Tetra. Bronko woke me up for head count before I could."

"Hmm, I see," Tetra slipped from the chair and was tapping a finger to her chin. "Perhaps you can sleep in my quarters tonight."

"Wait, what?" Amy rubbed her eyes when she should've checked her ears. "Um, that's, uh, kinda uncalled for."

"'Uncalled for, huh?" Tetra shook her head. "And that's how you thank me? Pfft, and people ask me why I don't do favors."

"I didn't ask for-"

"Hush," Tetra growled. "I'll sleep in your hammock. Besides, I haven't slept much myself," she pointed to the bags under her eyes. "and a switch of things might just be the trick."

Amy glanced toward the queen-sized bed in the corner of the room. All four legs of the bed were nailed to the floor. That morning Amy had made the bed as one of her tasks, making sure the sheets and purple blankets were tucked in neatly. Now she was going to sleep in it?

"That's very thoughtful of you," Amy forced a smile, "but I can't. I shouldn't. Besides, the swaying-"

"Please, Amy," was Tetra using her manners? Man she's desperate. "It would help me as much as it would help you. And if you have that same dream again, you can help that Aryll girl. Maybe something will happen."

"You brought me here to talk about a dream," Amy cursed under her breath, "and you want me to sleep comfortably so I can help someone who doesn't exist!?" Amy gawked at Tetra, who was emotionless. She had her arms folded, contemplating how to respond.

"Tetr-no, I mean Captain," she saw Tetra grit her teeth, "I'm sick of this special treatment...or whatever it is. I appreciate you and the crew taking me in and everything-but for the love of Hylia, stop treating me differently than the rest of the crew!" Amy darted towards the door.

"Bronco and the others have spread rumors, and I've had enough. We can't keep meeting privately unless it's business."

Tetra raised a finger and opened her mouth-

"This isn't like you, Captain," Amy continued, looking directly into her eyes. "The Tetra I know isn't a worrywart. Of course, you do care but you aren't obsessed over needless things like dreams. Snap out of it."

"But maybe the dream will help you remember," Tetra remarked as Amy opened the door.

She shook her head. "I would've remembered by now. It's just a random, pointless dream. I'll return to my tasks."

After closing the door, Amy checked behind just to be sure. Good, Tetra had enough common sense to leave her alone. She made her way as the ship leaned to the left for a good minute or two. She skipped past the oldest of the crew and reached the small eating area. It was nothing more than two flat pieces of wood being suspended in the air by thick ropes supporting each corner. The tables combined could only seat ten or fewer at a time. On her right were secure cabinets keeping dishes and utensils from falling out.

A sobbing crewmate sat on the ground. Two buckets and a messy array of rags littered the floor. Amy also noticed a few broken dishes.

"I'm sorry, Ruben," Amy began picking them up, being careful not to cut herself. "I shouldn't have left you like that. I'll help you." The small boy wiped his eyes as Amy set the pieces aside and began scrubbing a plate. After watching her clean a few dishes, Ruben grabbed another rag and joined in.

"Ain't she pretty? What a catch."

Amy turned to see the broad Bronco and his two 'minions.' One of them was short like Nico.

"She sure is," the short one agreed before the three of them snickered and walked on.

Amy could only roll her eyes.