Maylaya looked at the boat for the first time since she had went down to the captains deck. She was still in her yellow dress but her red hair danced on her shoulders. Considered she was now a real-life-no-back-talk-or-meet-our-friend-Mr.Sharky-pirate, she needed to at least look like she wasn't stuck up. She ran down to the bunks and took a look. All she could see where potato sacks and an old sheet. Deciding it would do, she locked the door and four some thread. She cut her dress and made some pants, a shirt, and kept her slip as an under shirt. She found a hat to fit her head and proceeded up stairs. Well, that was lie, any self respecting pirate looked in a mirror once and a while right? who gives a damn, she looked anyway. The potato sack shirt was becomeing very itchy for a vest rubbing againest her neck and the shirt felt like she wasn't the only one in it (a.k.a. there was small six legged moving things, or so she thought).
"Hey look! The princess seems to havre changed." shouted a crew member from his post. Malaya smiled but took the mop in her hand. The man continued forward. "Hey, where's that pretty dress? Aren't you lowering yourself by joining us in wearing this?" he picked up her potato sack vest and dropped it onto her body again. Her fists clenched the mop.
"I have no idea what your talking about." She murmured. "Go back to your post please."
"Why don't you go bake us some cookies or serve tea? Shouldn't you be spitting upon our rags now."
Malaya took the end of the mop and swung it across his face. She kicked him down and threw her mop water onto him. As the crew stared she looked down at him.
"Make your bloody cookies with that." and stormed off.