Ok, mates. Soupkitchen asked me to do one where another girl goes onto the Dutchman, so I took a crack at it. She also requested that I do one of Jones staying on land too long but…smirk ya'll will have to wait.

Bree kicked over a chest, banging down on the lock with her sword hilt. She threw the lid open, searching through the contents. Nothing of value here…just a mess of papers. She turned from it, going to the cot in the corner. Surely this little sloop's captain had something valuable…some money, maybe a bit of jewelry.

Bree leaned over the cot to look in the corner. Suddenly, she lost her balance and fell onto the hard mattress. She landed on something hard and bumpy. A soft cry was heard. Scrambling up, Bree threw the covers from the cot. Her eyes went wide.

A young woman, only a year or two older than herself, was lying in the cot, her hands over her head. She screamed, "No! Don't hurt me!"

Bree felt compassion fill her. She made it a point to not kill children or females. She knew they couldn't fight back, even if she could. Bree put her hand on the young woman's shoulder, speaking in a soft voice, "It's all right…I'll get you out of here."

The woman looked up, seeing Bree. In the dim light, all that was visible of Bree's face were her fangs and the brutal scars on her cheeks. The woman, unable to contain her fear, gave a shrill scream.

The door to the cabin burst open. Bree threw the blanket over the woman and sat down, muffling the woman's cries. Jimmylegs entered, searching the room. He looked at Bree, snarling, "Restin', are we, brat? Up on yer 'unkers, whelp! Cap'n's waitin' for us all!"

Bree gulped, making up an excuse, "I…er…I'm wounded…gimme a minute to recover…it hurts!" She could hear how weak her reason sounded.

Jimmylegs went to Bree and grabbed her by the shoulder, yanking her up. The woman underneath Bree could be heard gasping from breath. Jimmylegs threw the covers aside, seeing the woman. He turned, striking Bree hard across the face, "Tryin' to help a fellow female, eh?" He hauled the other woman up, leering at her, "Well well, this 'un looks like a proper lady!"

The young woman was sobbing as the monster leered at her. She tried to struggle, but was too weak. She screamed, "You will all pay! My father will have your heads!"

Bree was grabbed by the back of the neck as Jimmylegs hauled both girls out. He threw Bree aside.

Bree scrambled out, wiping away blood as she watched Jones turn his attention to Jimmylegs. His pale blue eyes fell on the young woman. They narrowed, and he snarled at Jimmylegs, "What is this?"

Jimmylegs answered, "Young woman, sir. She was in the cap'n's cabin. Miss Bree was tryin' to hide 'er."

Jones turned his eyes on Bree, who met them defiantly, "I know ye'll just kill 'er!"

The woman wailed in terror. Jones flicked a tentacle in annoyance, "Quiet." He couldn't help but notice how beautiful the young woman was. She had long brown hair that fell to her waist and her eyes were dark. Her form was shapely and feminine…not like Bree's…Bree had a form, but only slightly, and it was hidden by her boy's clothes.

But he also noticed how this girl had no spirit. She was simply weeping piteously as she hung in Jimmylegs' grasp. Bree had fought like a wild beast, giving as good as she got. He might as well kill this woman now. They had no use for her. She wouldn't work like Bree.

"Kill 'er."

Two screams were heard. One from the mouth of the woman, and the other from Bree, "No!"

Bree had her sword out and snarled, "I won't let you!"

Jones went and stood in front of the girl, "How would ye stop me, whelp?"

Bree didn't back away, "What kind of a man are ye? Ye'd kill a defenseless girl? Coward!"

Jones snarled at her, reaching out with his claw and gripping the girl's sword arm. The sword fell from her nerveless hand. The crew chuckled cruelly as Jones turned away, shrugging, "Fine…she's under yer care, Miss Bree." He turned to the young woman, "Thank the kind whelp, Miss…ye're sentenced to a life aboard this ship!"

Bree and the young woman sat in the hold. Bree had managed to fend off the crewmembers who were coming below to gawk at the young woman.

"I'm sorry…" Bree was saying, but the woman cut her off.

"You should be! Thanks to you I'm trapped on this ship!"

Bree felt tears prick her eyes. She was right. But she put her arm around her shoulders, "I'm sorry…but we'll figure out-"

The young woman gasped, pushing Bree's arm away, "Get off of me! You're no better than the rest of them! A pirate…that's what you are! Once my father comes out looking for me, you'll hang with the rest of them!"

Bree scooted into the corner, knowing she had no right to retort. She had just sentenced another innocent girl to the living hell she now lived.

Things never eased up between Christine, the young woman, and Bree. Christine was a snob by nature, looking down on Bree and thinking of her as one would a flea-infested dog. Bree took it all in silence, thinking she deserved it.

But Christine possessed another despicable quality. She was a flirt…not that being a flirt is bad, but in her case, she was a terrible flirt. And she was gaining confidence. She claimed to hate all of the crewmembers, but she noticed that they were paying special attention to her as none of them had seen a proper lady in over one hundred years. Clanker, Bootstrap and Jones seemed to be the only ones not caring what happened to her.

Christine led them all on, even purposefully tearing the skirt of her dress to show quite a bit of her thigh. Bree became quickly disgusted with this behavior. Contempt for Christine soon replaced the pity. This girl was enjoying the attention she got, even if she would never go with any of the men.

And then it happened…

Bree wasn't allowed to fight this day, as they were all afraid she would try something new. So she stood at the railing, watching. Christine stood close by, watching it all haughtily. The young woman vainly spoke, "Have you ever seen them fight so fiercely?"

Bree shook her head honestly, "No! Never."

Christine blew a bored sigh, saying, "They're all trying to impress me…of course, I wouldn't expect you to realize that. I'm sure you've never had a man court you. He'd have to be blind or forced."

Bree actually grinned, "I know…lucky, ain't I?"

Stunned by Bree's cheery reply, Christine turned back to the battle. Then she drew in her breath, speaking, "I say…isn't that Captain Jones?"

Bree looked to where she pointed, "Aye, so 'tis. Why?"

Christine put her hand on her neck in a dainty gesture, her lips in a thoughtful pout, "He certainly is a skilled fighter…"

Bree answered in spite of herself, "Aye, he is a good warrior…"

Christine drummed her pale fingers on the railing, "Strong, isn't he? Of course, I'm sure he's fighting hard for the same reason as the others. I've noticed…he's been watching me."

Bree's head snapped around so fast that it hurt. Her eyes grew wide.

"What?"

Christine grinned cruelly at the girl, "Oh yes…I'm sure he's going to start courting me any time now. He seems to be the only one with any manners. But it's no surprise. I can tame any man with one look."

Bree's heart was tightening with every word Christine spoke. No…no, NO!

"He wouldn't!"

Christine smirked, "Of course he would. After being exposed to you, I'm sure he's relieved to be in the presence of a proper lady. I can buy my way out."

Bree snarled, "Love hurt him! He'd never fall in love again!" Not with you!

Christine didn't look at Bree as she spoke, "With me he would. Every man I've ever met has fallen in love with me."

Bree muttered under her breath, "I suppose they never spoke with ye."

Bree watched as the crew came back over onto the Dutchman, carrying spoils. Several threw greetings to Christine, and some gave Bree a pat on the back as one would a comrade. Clanker stopped and gave Bree an ever-so slight hug, then cuffed her lightly.

Bree turned to see Jones walking towards his cabin. Then she heard it. A high pitched "Captain!"

Bree turned, only to have Christine brush by her and follow Jones into his cabin. Bree wondered why her temples were so hot…no…no, I'm not angry…

She was angry.

Christine had let one side of her dress slip from her shoulders, giving her the look of a Tortuga wench. Now was her chance to leave this ship! And a chance to cause that little whelp some pain. Obviously the girl was disturbed by Christine's words. She swung the door to the cabin closed, leaning against it. Jones turned to her, seeing her. He didn't feel anything as he looked at her. He simply spoke, "What?"

Christine came closer to him, brushing her arm across his chest. She looked up at him, her long lashes fluttering as she cooed, "You were wonderful out there…such a strong man!"

Jones looked down at her, confusion filling him. What's she doin'?

Bree clenched her fists as she watched the door close, her claws actually drawing blood as they sank into her palm. I'll kill her!

But why was she feeling this way? I don't care about Jones! I want him to die! Those two would make a good couple!

But she knew she would rather die than see them together. Rather die!

Jones stepped away, but Christine followed him. Jones growled in surprise, "Missy, what are ye doin'?"

Christine went up on her toes, putting her left arm around Jones' neck and whispering, "Come now, Captain, I know you've been watching me…and I've been watching you. I've met a real man at last! Master of the seas, they call you…"

Jones watched in horror as her face neared his. He spoke in a choked whisper, "Girl, ye're mistaken…and the men…" Then he spoke without thinking, "Bree…"

Christine shook her head, "Bree? That little rat? Is she your little wench? You could do better…you could have me!"

This was too much for Jones. His feelings were welling up. He didn't feel anything for Bree…I don't think I do…

But I don't feel anything for this woman!

Jones pushed her roughly away, roaring, "Wench! Get outta my sight! I'll flay the hide from yer back!"

Christine was startled. A man had just turned her down! She spread her arms out, looking injured, "Are you so blind that you think that little dog out there is a passable girl? You can't love her…"

Jones snarled, "I don't…"

Christine came closer again, "Good…a man like you has more sense than to love a worm like that when you…" She was cut short as Jones struck her savagely across the cheek, "Don't call her that!"

Christine was knocked out by the blow. Jones stood there, shaking in rage. He didn't understand what he was feeling. Wrath had built inside of him when Christine had called Bree those things. Bree's the real lady! She's strong…brave…this girl is just…He glared down in hatred.

Christine woke later. Bree was sitting in the corner of the hold, watching the woman with a satisfied eye. As Christine lifted her head, Bree snarled, "Well, didn't go accordin' to plan, did it? Got a nasty lump there…I don't suppose he kissed it to make it better?"

Christine scoffed at the girl, "I suppose you could do better?"

Bree turned, lifting her jerkin and baring her back. Christine gasped at all the scars crisscrossing Bree's tanned skin. Bree turned back around, "I did better long ago."

Then Bree got up and hauled Christine up. She ignored the woman's groans of protest and pushed her up the stairs to the deck. Going to the side, Bree looked over, seeing that the boat was in place.

Bree turned to Christine, taking a skin of water from her shoulders and giving it to the woman, "Cap'n's lettin' ye go. Ye're to go in the lifeboat. An' he told me to tell ye he doesn't care what happens to ye. He just wants ye out of 'is sight."

Christine looked angry. She took the skins, then slapped Bree. Bree laughed, "That the best ye've got?" Then she full out punched the woman.

Christine crumpled on the deck, and Bree hauled her body into the boat and lowered it.

"Have a safe voyage!"

Bree sat at the side, drumming her claws on the deck. She heard the familiar clunk of the Captain's footsteps. She looked up expectantly.

Jones looked down at Bree. He felt…like he should apologize.

"Bree…"

Bree looked away, asking, "Did ye like 'er?"

Jones felt his stomach tighten. Bree looked hurt. But as she looked at him again, he could see veiled hatred.

"No…I liked 'er 'bout as much as I like ye, whelp!" That's a lie…ye don't completely hate Bree…

Bree looked away, "Fine…"

Jones knelt, softly but firmly slapping Bree to face him. She looked up at him.

"I'll tell ye this, though…I'd rather have you on this ship."

Bree felt her heart swell.

Even if neither would acknowledge their feelings, Jones would never feel for anyone else.