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J.L.: To answer some questions left by reviewers, I will finish Skulls up, I promise. I just need to get back on track with the feel of it before I go running a 98265947369478356 miles per hour in the wrong direction. Also, within this fanfic, Leon (Mr. Kennedy as First Mate Valentine might be so inclined to call him) is Jill's brother. Before we assume that the last names are different, there is an explanation. Within this story, Jill is Lady J but in order to maintain a low profile (especially on the ship) she has changed her last name from Kennedy to Valentine while she is on board. Anyways, let's continue on!
Chris
"An island dead ahead!" I heard Forrest yell out from the crows nest. I stopped mopping the deck and looked out, spotted the faintest hint of an island on the horizon.
"Thank you Mr. Spreyer." Jill called out and left Enrico at the wheel to disappear below deck. I looked over to Joseph, who wasn't far from me mopping the deck as well.
"An island?" I asked him. Joseph smiled brightly.
"Yep. Once a trip, we stop at these islands to trade with the Muluki tribe. They like our tobacco and First Mate Valentine gets her damn fruit. If you've got any jewelry, you can get yourself a monkey from them!" He replied.
"Remember what happened last year though?" Sully called out. Joseph grimaced.
"I uh...well I probably won't be allowed to go to the islands. I kinda got caught with the chief's daughter and the tribe almost declared war on us." Joseph explained.
"Thankfully, Marini was nice enough to use you as target practice for his blowgun. Funniest damn thing I'd ever seen, a bunch of cannibals hollering for your head on a platter and Marini shoots you in the neck right in front of them chasing you." Sully remarked, chuckling.
"Right...anyways, they awarded him my 'body' so now I'm dead." Joseph finished.
"Speaking in which Mr. Frost, Wesker wants you to remain below deck during our stay. You're to report to the kitchen to help Mr. Burton with clearing room for our new supplies for the week." Jill barked as she reappeared and walked over.
"Yes ma'am." Joseph agreed and took off below deck. Jill's eyes glanced over to me, and a smile appeared on her face.
"As some good advice for you Mr Redfield, I would avoid repeating Mr. Frost's mistake. The Muluki tribe are very picky about who sleeps with their women, and it is a great treat to be able to trade with them." Jill advised, and then walked off back towards Marini.
"She ain't kidding either Chris. Even Captain Wesker's been saving up to get a monkey." Sully encouraged. I smiled over at him.
"Well, I'll just have to see for myself." I replied and returned to sweeping.
Jill
As I jumped out of the boat to help the other drag it to shore, the shouts of the Muluki tribe called out, the bodies of their men emerging from the jungles to appear on the beach following. As soon as the boat was safely tied to the land, I turned around and smiled at the tribe, waving to them. The closest Muluki ran up, grabbing Forrest up in a hug and shouting wildly in their native language.
"Alright alright there Nimbo, I see ya! Good to see ya!" Forrest cheered, returning the hug. The others of our crew moved to greet their Muluki friends, Chris staying close behind me.
"They know the King's tongue, so you should have no problem making friends Mr. Redfield." I encouraged him. He smiled his boyish smile at me and made his way to Forrest to be introduced. I watch him closely for a few seconds, then turned my attention to the Muluki trying to get my attention.
"Is that your mate?" Turu asked. I smiled at my old friend and shook my head.
"No Turu, I am still un-mated. What about yourself?" I asked as the chieftain's son lead the way to their village.
Chris
The days flew by quickly, with the celebrations of the Muluki tribe propelling us along. I had woken up hung over in the sand many times over the course of the week, once with a crab pinching my nose. I had been surprised as just how well everyone got along, and was almost shocked to death when Jill joined the tribe in their fertility dance. This dance required little more than loincloths, but Jill preformed the dance along with their tribeswomen in perfection as if she had done this countless times before. Rebecca had opted out the dance when Jill offered to teach it to her, choosing to sit back next to me.
"How long has Jill been doing this?" I asked Rebecca, keeping my eyes off the partial nudity to keep myself from embarrassment.
"Well, she's been sailing with Captain Wesker for three years for Lady J's company, but I think she use to sail with her father before that." Rebecca replied.
"Her father let her do this kind of stuff?" I asked.
"Her father was an explorer for the King year ago before the tragedy. I think that might have even been when she met Captain Wesker too, they really know each other well." Rebecca answered.
"How well?" I asked.
"It's not like that. You know Captain Wesker is Barry's age right? No, they're just really good friends. I doubt she'll ever settle down." Rebecca explained.
"Why is that?" I asked, eager to find out if there was even a small chance.
"Because the one guy I know she fell in love with got killed her first year with the company. She's good at hiding it, but trust me, under that icy heart lies one broken into hundreds of pieces." Rebecca answered. I felt my own heart drop, and turned my gaze towards the topic of the conversation. Then there's really no chance at all. Alright then, I guess I know what I need to do now. I need to stop fooling around and work on becoming the best sailor I can be for the crew.
Jill
"Take care!" Forrest shouted back as he worked on rowing the little boat back to the ship. The Muluki tribe waved back at us, shouting in English and their native language their goodbyes. I looked over to the row boat ahead of us, the one hauling the bananas and other fruits back to the ship. Captain Wesker stood firm on the row boat as it was rowed back, a monkey perched atop his shoulder.
"Hey Captain, what'cha gonna name him?" Sully asked as he continued to row the fruit back. I listened closely, curious myself.
"How about Waggleton P. Tallylicker?" Barry teased, rowing my boat with his powerful muscles.
"Absurd. I will name him Tyrant." Wesker called back.
"Now that not a very cute name for a cute little monkey." I teased.
"Well maybe you give yours a cute name next year Jillian." Wesker teased back, and threw the monkey a banana.
"Now what would I do with a Monkey, Captain?" I asked. The Captain smirked back at me.
"Well, for one, the monkey could cover up your chest a little better than that hair of yours during your pagan dances with the locales." Wesker teased. I rolled my eyes and scoffed.
"Come on Captain, with knockers like those, that Monkey would suffocate trying!" Sully called out. I glared at him, but the old man just cracked a smile at me.
"Fair enough. If you guys didn't want to watch though, you could have joined in." I challenged.
"Oh yes, because we all want to see Captain in a loincloth!" Richard called out from my boat. This resulted in a roar of laughter from both boats. I grinned at Wesker as he glared back.
"A man of my prestige has no time for such silly little fantasies, especially if they are your fantasies Mr. Aiken." Wesker called back.
"Hey now, if Richard gets to fantasize about the Captain, then I get to fantasize about the booze we have in our hold!" Forrest jeered, earning a punch from Richard.
"You'll not touch that booze until after we fight our first battle this year." Rebecca warned. I smirked at the girl.
"I cannot believe you put a sixteen year old in charge of our rum!" Forrest protested.
"Oh, and would you rather I put anyone else in charge of it? At least Ms. Chambers won't drink it." Wesker questioned, his row boat approaching the ship.
"You could always put Chris in charge of it." Richard tried. Chris looked up from rowing my boat with worry set in his features.
"Oh no, I'm not that dumb. Keep me out of this." Chris replied. I chuckled out a little, then turned my attention forward.
"Alright boys, let's get this stuff loaded up and quick. We've got a long night ahead of us from the look of those clouds." I ordered, my eyes studying the gray clouds gathering near the horizon.
J.L.: I do apologize for any Ooc. Wesker, if you haven't noticed, isn't the usual prick. I decided that I would make him into the fabled Captain of the S.T.A.R.S. that he was before the whole I'm-hell-bent-on-complete-global-saturation. Besides, this is a humorous fanfic (at least, intended to be).