HELLO MY BISCUITS! I'm so sorry for not uploading sooner . I was busy moving into my new house... Anywho~ I'm so glad that all of you like my story! It's a big compliment ;3; LOVE YOU GUYS!

I wake in the same frock I was originally put in.
"I completely despise and loathe this dress in every way possible..." I mumble.
"Really? I think that it's QUITE flattering... Oh, if only Captain would let me wear it... He's so gorgeous, don't you think?!" Says a freakishly falsetto voice. From what I can see in the dim light, it appears to be a male figure. "Oh, I absolutely ADORE Captain! He's sooo handsome and beautiful in every way! If only he would accept a fair maiden like me..." He puts his hand on his forehead and thrusts out his bottom, bending his knees as his eyes glimmer at me. "Although... He wants an heir... And I cannot bear his wonderful children..." He whimpers.
"A-are you not a male?!" I question.
"Oh, no. I'm a lady trapped in this... Male cage." He giggles. "My name is Lucas, but I prefer my natural name: Tiffany!" He strides - no, STRUTS - over to me.
"But... You're a man..."
"I want to change my sex! I hate being stuck in this pitiful body!" He whines as he looks at me.
"... You're... A homosexual?!" I almost feinted... Half from this DAMNED corset and half from what he... She? Just said. Homosexuals in this time are... Unheard of... Unclean...
"Oh... I wish I was as pretty as you... But... You must be lonely stuck down here all the time! Let us be friends! I'm usually stuck with the tasks down here..." He pouts.
"O-okay..." I stammer.
"Eeekkkk!" He squeals excitedly then reaches through the bars and takes my hands, bouncing a little bit to express his excitement. "We shall be the best of friends! We shall always gossip and chit chat and carry on!" He pulls me closer, and I can see his profile. He has caramel colored hair that reaches down to his waist and soft brown eyes. He looked surprisingly clean compared to the other men and a rather feminine shape, considering. He was thin and somewhat small. His handkerchief was tied around his neck in a bow and the fingers that pressed against mine were surprisingly well manicured and clean.
"Alright... Tiffany..."
"You're so kind!" He takes the keys from his waist and opens my door, coming in to converse with me. "So... Has the Captain drowned you in his large stash of rum and whiskey?" He lays on his stomach and puts his hands on my arms, looking up at me.
"Yes... Although I refused it..."
"How are you still alive?! That's practically all he has on this ship..." He scoffs. "I find it rather distasteful and disgusting..."
"So do I, which is why I refuse to drink it..."
"I think we might have some water... I'll check for you at meal time." He smiles at me.
"Thank you Tiffany."
He sits up and hugs me. "Can we speak, woman to woman?"
"S-sure?"
"Is there anyone you fancy? I fancy the Captain... Then again, who doesn't!?" He pulls me into the pillows with him and giggles. "What about you?"
"I... I guess I like the Captain... But he always seems so sad... Broken..."
"He is..." He furrows his brow. "His father abused his mother... He killed her..." He purses his lips. "They say that he did it because his father didn't believe in love... Isn't that so sad?! And on top of that, he had to watch his mother die!" His eyes fill with tears.
"Th-that's terrible..." I tear up too, and we hug each other.
Suddenly, a loud voice breaks us up.
"LUCAS!" It's Jonathan. "What are you doing with my lady?!"
"YOUR lady?! And we all know that I'M a lady too!" He pouts, hugging me. "I made a friend, if you must know!"
"Get away from her." He walks in and tosses Tiffany off of me. He yelps as he cracks his head against the bar, then tears fill his eyes.
"You hurt hi-... Her..." I pout. "That wasn't very nice..."
"HE... He was all over you! And you're mine! I shall save you from that bastard drunk the first chance I have... Mark my words..." He leaves us, locking Tiffany in my prison with me.
"A-are you okay?!" I take him in my arms and look over his head. "Oh... You're bleeding..." I take the hem of my dress and hold it against the injury on Tiffany's head.
"Y-yes... He does that a lot! It hurts!" She cries. Once the flow stops, I hug him. "You should lay down." I gently help him to my bed so that he might rest. "It looks painful..." I stroke his hair away from his face.
About an hour later, someone comes crashing down the stairs, and I gasp in surprise. It's James... And I'm not surprised by his drunken fall.
"James!" I screech for him, but he isn't conscience. Soon enough, Jonathan comes down the stairs with a smirk and tosses him in the cage with Tiffany and I.
"Silly wench! He isn't drunk, I pushed him! Don't worry, my little lark... We shall have our fun soon enough!"
And with that, he vanishes.