Myra, Alfhild, and Abigail struggled as the man from the crew dragged them up onto the main deck, where most of the crew was assembled from the previous quick turn back out to sea.

"My my, have we a couple of stowaways?" The captain stepped forward.

"Aye Captain Blackbeard. Found them in the cargo hold."

"Well, throw them to the sharks!"

"Wait!" Abigail said. "You can't throw any of us away. We're talented!"

"What?" Myra and Alfhild said at the same time as Blackbeard.

"Yes, they sing!"

"We sing?" The two looked at each other, then at Blackbeard. "Aye, we sing."

"We've no need for singers on board this ship."

"Ah, well, then it's a god thing you've got good old Abigail here," Myra said.

"Looks like you've got the goods to be a pirate after all," Alfhild said.

"I do?"

"Yes," Alfhild hissed.

"What?"

"You're going to save us. Just go along with it." Myra whispered.

"So," Alfhild sidled up to Blackbeard, throwing away any regard for his personal space. "It's somethin' else ye be wantin' from us ladies, aye?"

"Hey! I'm thirsty!" Augusta had snuck up onto the deck.

"Come here, love," Myra pulled Augusta over to her, hiding her from the men. "Stay away from them pirates, bad news I tell you…"

"Yes, it be something else I'm wantin' from ye." Blackbeard grinned.

"Hm, not quite love. You see, you'd love to have a flower, wouldn't you? If we were said flowers?"

"Aye, I think I would,"

"But not if two of those said flowers have been…de-pedaled, as it were."

"You mean to say…"

"Aye."

"May I inquire as to the lucky enough pirate who's done such a thing?"

"Jack. Captain Jack Sparrow."

"That mother's son? He's…"

"You know him?"

"Yes."

"Good man. Good in…never mind." Meanwhile, Myra was attempting to distract Augusta from the present conversation taking place before their very eyes.

"But the one, dear old Abby? She's new. Brand new, as it were."

"Really?"

"Yes. Never even kissed a man before. You can show her the ropes." This got a laugh from both Blackbeard and his men.

"As long as you take it easy. You won't scare her; she'll come to you on her own. She's…always loved pirates." Alfhild slid even closer to the pirate captain. "Loved pirates…always wondered what it would be, to be with a pirate. You'd be doing each other a favor, really."

"Well then."

"Wait for the night, moonlight's a big turn-on for her since the whole Isla del Muerta fiasco."

"Anything else?"

"Myra, anything else?"

"Not that I can think of."

"Well then it's settled. That one stays; the other two go over board."

"What!" Alfhild began to panic. "What about-"

"We don't need your artistic services. You two have been spoiled. What are you good for?"

"We babysit!" Myra stepped in.

"What?"

"We can watch the girl, Augusta."

"It only takes one to watch a girl."

"Yes, but it takes two to watch a girl as crazy as this one." As if right on a pre-planned cue, Augusta ran up to Blackbeard and kicked him in the shins, then ran off only to be chased by Myra.

"Difficult child. You'll be needin' two of us." Alfhild ran after Myra. The two ended up in a cell in the brig, and spent the rest of the afternoon plotting ways to get themselves and Augusta off the ship.

A/N: A bit of a shorter chapter, but we're updating as much as we can. W00w00, sugar! W00w00! Pirates! We just saw DMC again, so now we're very very happy.