Authors Note: Sorry about the wait! I've been really busy! Anyways, I love reading the reviews :)! So heres the next chapter, and I'm going to try to get the one after this finished faster! haha XD

Chapter 4 - About 10 Minutes Later

"Give me one reason not to throw you overboard. Now." Vane growled at the girl, who merely stared defiantly back at him. They were in his cabin, and he stood between her and the door. They had been arguing ever since he had hauled her from the kitchens. Hell, he had to throw her over his shoulder to keep her from gnawing his fucking arm off. The crew would be talking about this for days...

"How would I know that you won't toss me overboard anyways?" She growled at him, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Marie..." The warning in his tone actually did get a reaction out of the stupid woman. She stiffened slightly, and eyed him a little more warily. Good.

"Grr...Uh...I can fight." Marie said a little pointedly. Vane narrowed his eyes at her, and she shifted her weight uneasily. "I can cook eel...Only eel...I CAN clean!" She fell silent for a moment.

"You also told me you could sail."

"On a boat with less people, yes." He opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him off quickly. "As for a reason, I don't know you expect me to say. 'Please, Captain! Don't throw me overboard! I can read, write, and count!' Is that a good enough reason?"

"...What else can you do?" Vane moved to his desk, and started to roll a cigar, back to her.

"...I...can sew...Dance...Paint...Play the piano...I'm a horrible singer though..." She sounded resigned,and her voice had become monotone. With a jolt he realized she was listing everything her family had taught her as if she had done it a thousand times before. Probably had. "I can ride a horse wonderfully, or so I've been told...I have a knack for reciting dramas...I'm good at keeping people in line..." She continued on like this.

"Shut up!" He snapped, and lit his cigar, taking a long drag. When he turned around, Marie stared at him, her face lacking any emotion.

"Are any of those good enough reasons, Captain?"

"Shut up." Vane took another drag, eyeing her, and briefly wondered exactly what had happened in her life to subdue her so suddenly like this. Then he wondered what she could possible be useful for. "...You'll mend clothes, and the sails if need be. Do you have any medical skills?" She started, blinking, and looked at him in disbelief for a moment. Fuck, he better not regret this.

"Er, yes I do! I fix myself up all the time!" She said it without thinking, and had to keep herself from freezing up. Vane took another drag from his cigar.

"...Alright...Now get the fuck out. Go...help with medical stuff. And stay away from the damn kitchens."

Marie took a deep breath of the fresh air, leaning back against Charles' cabin door. She felt eyes on her, and upon glancing around, realized almost everyone was watching her curiously. Scowling slightly, she moved away from the door and went to lean against the railing. Her talk with Charles had brought back some...interesting memories.

Shaking her head, she pushed the thoughts aside quickly. The past was just that, the past. Her thoughts turned to Charles, and she realized she had pissed him off and still avoided getting hit. It was starting to trouble her. Not that she wanted to get hit, but she heard stories of Charles punching people, regardless of gender, for much less than what she's put him through.

"So, did the Captain decide ye were more trouble than yer worth?" A gruff voice growled from nearby, and she cast a cool glance at a group of her fellow crew members.

"Actually, no. He reassigned me, that's all. Now I'm on medical duty!" She flashed them all a huge grin, loving how a few paled. "So I suggest you better be nicer to me. I may...accidentally allow a wound to fester~" With that, she turned on her heel, walking away from them. In reality, she wanted to beat the fucking crap out of them. All of them. Whole damn crew.

"Frankly, I think my childhood self didn't realize how much work this would be..." She muttered at herself crossly, then set off to find the ship's doctor.