The next few weeks were odd for Seychelles as she stayed with the captain. She felt as though they had become less intimate in the way that they slept beside each other, and although he still teased her, it wasn't as often. He still teased her, but she felt as though something between them had changed. She couldn't tell if she had done something wrong, but she didn't bother to ask, feeling somewhat disheartened.

Thankfully for the crew they were arriving at a port to pick up more supplies and fix up the ship. Seychelles was grateful, thinking she would be able to walk on land and explore the new town. As she was about to go and pick up supplies with Feliciano, she heard the captain call her name, asking her to come with him like the last time. Nodding her head she followed him into what looked like a salon.

As Francis and Seychelles entered the salon, many females started to surround Francis again like before, except unlike before, they pushed Seychelles away from the Frenchman by crowding around him. Seychelles didn't mind, it meant he couldn't use her as an excuse, but at the same time she felt a bit of her heart pain as she watched from afar. The tall blonde Frenchman was laughing while drinking, flirting with the women that surrounded him. Seychelles, deciding she wasn't just going to stand there doing nothing, decided she was going to get a drink for herself. She had never drunk alcohol before, but she figured it couldn't be too bad after seeing Francis and many others drink alcohol day and night. After receiving the drink from the bartender, she started to gulp it down; it burned her throat and chest. At least it sort of helped stop the pain in her chest she thought, despite it tasting horrible. Perhaps she could get used to the taste. Drinking the alcohol like water she quickly finished it and asked for seconds, and soon after thirds, ignoring the fact that she was getting semi-dizzy.

Receiving the drink, she slowly drank her third drink, staring around the salon; Francis was still near the crowd of women flirting. Much to Seychelles surprise she felt upset; why? She turned away feeling a part of herself becoming lustful and hot. As she turned around she saw a couple of men enter the salon and then sit down at one of the tables. Seychelles, with her mind getting clouded, inspected what appeared to be the leader of the men. He was very handsome, as tall as Francis it seemed, and with short blonde hair, the only thing that bothered her was the fact that the man had very thick eyebrows. Looking back toward the Frenchman who seemed pre-occupied and then back at the thick-eyebrow man, she staggered off of her seat and tried to saunter over to the man. The man turned seeing her stagger over in his direction and then smiled, "Well, hello lovely."

Without thinking the girl sat in his lap and wrapped her arms around the man's neck, "Hello."

The man appeared shocked but seemed to allow Seychelles to sit on top of him; he looked entertained. Seychelles grinned and stared at him; he had gorgeous green eyes. "You're very handsome. I'm goin' to kiss you."

The man laughed at her and was about to speak when Seychelles put her lips on his. As she did so she closed her eyes, but as she was about to remove herself from him because he wasn't kissing her back and she had lost interest and wanted to drink more, she felt a hand press against her back holding her close to the man, and a tongue entered her mouth. Feeling the tongue poke at her own, she moved hers into the man's mouth as well. She was feeling breathless now and was feeling even more dizzy, but even more lustful than before.

Suddenly feeling herself being jerked away from the man by the shoulder, she yelped in pain and then turned around to find that it was the Frenchman. His face was furious, more so than she had ever seen. Looking up, she wrapped her arms around Francis as she had done to the other man, and then smiled, "Well, hello lovely. H-he called me lovely, c-captain."

Francis frowned staring at her, "You're drunk aren't you?"

"W-w-what are yer talking abour? I'm not! Only had two drunks. 'Zats nothin'!" Turning around back to the other man she grinned and then turned back to the captain, "Now, excuse meh, I'm a little busy righ' now." As she was about to move back to the man's lap, she felt two strong arms pick her up, and the next thing she knew was she was looking at everything behind the Frenchman. "Oh, c'mon Captain, le' me go!"

"Yes, Captain, let her go." Said the voice of the other man; he had a British accent.

"Long time no see, Arthur." Francis's voice was very serious and sounded angry.

"I couldn't agree more, Francis. Who's that girl you have on your back? She's quite the charmer." He chuckled.

"None of your business."

"'Ze name's Seychelles!" Seychelles screamed hearing the conversation. The Frenchman shifted her body on his shoulder, and Seychelles yelped as it hurt her, "Hey, what's 'ze big idear?"

"Au revoir, Arthur, I wish I could say we should meet again, but to say that would be a lie." Seychelles felt the Frenchman move and turn around making the girl face the Englishman; she smiled and winked, "Au revoir, mon ami!"

The Englishman laughed and stared at her as the Frenchman quickly carried her out of the salon and started to run toward the ship where the rest of the crew was. As he ran onto the ship he told the crew that they were to depart immediately; they had gotten all of the items they needed. Seychelles still feeling dizzy and very sexual was groaning as she felt semi-nauseous. Looking down, she started drawing circles on the Frenchman's back. "Le' meh go, Francis!" She growled trying to wriggle free from his clutch; it was impossible. The captain, sighing, moved towards his quarters and closed the door after himself. He threw the girl on the bed; his face was furious, "What were you doing?"

Without thinking, Seychelles started to stumble towards the man on the bed, ignoring his tone of voice, "yeh know, yer kind of sexy when yer angry."

The man, frustrated, ignored the comment and repeated himself as the girl wrapped her arms around the man's neck and started kissing his neck; she had wrapped her legs around his waist now. The man sighed, "It is hopeless talking to you in this state."

Removing the girl from his body and placing her on the bed, he moved toward his desk and sat down. Seychelles, suddenly feeling hot, started to strip in front of the man. Climbing into the bed naked she felt tired, "Oi, Captain, aren't yer goin' ter join meh?"

"No, Sesel, I won't. You're drunk." The Frenchman didn't look up from the desk, and Seychelles pouted. "Why not? I'm na good enough 'eh?"

She heard the man mutter something and then stand. He moved toward the door and locked it, and then back toward the desk where he sat down and continued to do his work, "Go to sleep, Seychelles."

Frowning at the man, she plopped her head onto the pillow; she felt dizzy and nauseated, "Yer no fun, captain…."

Soon after the girl fell asleep.

So, thus the end of chapitre 7! Things should become very interesting from here on out I hope. And as always, sorry it has taken a while to update, I have been very busy as of lately. Please continue to read and review!