I'm so happy that people have reviewed. I'll never forget your kindness. TTTT But enough of that; it's time for your reward. LOOK AT THAT. Another chapter. But first, allow me some ramble-time.

Death Note? Death Note? What? Please don't ask, I'm not sure. I guess that was…rambling…

Oh, right. I'm all done with my scary exam, so I get to work on this story some more. That, and I get more sleep. Yay…this story needs Jade…

Disclaimer: I will never claim to own Tales of the Abyss, yet I find myself having to keep doing this horrible disclaimer. Oh well.

Chapter Summary: Florian, newly-appointed swabbie of the Face Breaker, meets a familiar face on his high-sea adventures…(bet you can't guess who it is.)

"Yar, here we are, kiddo," said Bilbo, Florian still hanging over his massive shoulder. The walk to Daath Bay, while exciting, had been extremely jarring, and Florian wasn't sure if all his limbs were still in their sockets. Still, he had never really been that far out of Daath, and, while no white kitties appeared, there were plenty of other interesting sights to be had.

Florian's thoughtful recap of the journey was interrupted when Bilbo dumped him onto the ground.

"Owwww," cried Florian, lying on the ground in an unceremonious heap. He was largely ignored by both Bilbo and Bilby, who gazed up at their rickety old ship with unbridled pride.

"This is her, runt," said Bilbo. "The Face Breaker."

Florian sat up and rubbed at the bruise on his leg. "The Face Breaker?"

"Yeah," said Bilby. "She's a real sight, ain't she?"

Well, yes, Florian supposed she was a sight, with her tall stick-things covered in falling-apart sheets patched with what looked like fabric from polka-dot pajamas. Seaweed trailed from the side in a stringy mess.

"Well, time to board, boys," said Bilbo, finally remembering Florian wasn't a girl.

Pushed and jostled, Florian ended up on the deck of the Face Breaker, staring the motley crew in the face. He was fascinated. Never before had he seen such people!

"Well, mates, this is our new swabbie." Bilbo pointed to Florian with a gigantic finger.

"Methinks he needs a name, Cap'n," said one of the crew, a short fellow with teeth of gold. Florian, although it was rude to stare, couldn't help himself. Teeth of gold!

Another member of the crew, a man with two wooden legs--wooden legs!--spoke up in a southern drawl (you can imagine it, can't you?": "Well, Cap'n, I'd say he needs a name."

Florian's brow furrowed. "But I have a name!" It was true, he did have a name, and that name was Florian. He couldn't quite remember what it meant…but it was a gift from his Best Friend Anise, and…well, gosh darn it, it was his name!

Bilbo stared at him. "Son, we don't want to hear any sissy name of yours. You need a real pirate name, a real swabbie name."

A unanimous cheer, and the name game was on.

"Red Vasquez!"

"Violent Vassal!"

"Humphrey Bogart!"

Bilbo shook his head at all of these name, except the last one, at which he nearly choked. And then, finally, and idea popped into his over-sized head.

"I've got it!" cried Bilbo in his gravelly voice. "Yar, this runt's name will be…Little Lady!"

Florian stared up at the hulking man with giant eyes. "L-little Lady?"

The crowd cheered. "Here here, it's Little Lady!"

"Cap'n's such a genius," said Gold Teeth, wiping a stray tear from his eye. The tear, while being very unmanly, had squeezed out at the Cap'n's latest creation.

Still dumbstruck, Florian was ushered up to the top deck and handed a mop and a bucket. He was vaguely aware of being told to "argh, swab the deck, swabbie (har har har)", and then he was left alone to contemplate his situation.

To be completely honest, Florian didn't exactly know what a pirate was. He now knew that a) they owned big, run-down ships called the Face Breaker, b) they had golden teeth and wooden legs, and c) they weren't very good at telling genders. Oh, how he wished Anise were there.

Suddenly, the ship began to rock alarmingly. Florian, clutching his mop for dear life, struggled to keep his footing on the wobbly deck. He had absolutely no idea what was going on, and he was scared stiff. Well, not stiff, exactly. He was technically flopping all over the place.

A cry of "argh, hoist the sails!" sent the giant sheets down in full, where they billowed out in the wind. Florian, although terrified, was also amazed. Such strange new things he was seeing! And with that, the ship began…to move.

Sailing had been fun for a few hours, but after Florian got used to the rocking and the scenery ran out, he was reduced to his swabbie duties of swabbing the deck. While Florian had never before swabbed a deck, it really wasn't as fun as it sounded, and reminded him much of Cleaning Day at the Daath cathedral.

And the scenery!

At first, there had been lots of islands and town to see as they passed by. But after that, it was just the flat line of the water smushed up with the flat line of the sky. And, even to Florian, who didn't get out much, that was boring beyond all reason.

Florian sighed and sloshed the wet mop around on the wet floor. He didn't exactly know how to swab a deck, so he was trying his best. If the goal was to completely soak the floor, then he was doing great.

Suddenly, cries went up from the deck below.

This was a new development, and much more interesting than swabbing the deck. Florian slipped and slid over to the railing, using the mop to prevent himself from falling over. He was a bit short, and the railing was a bit tall, but he managed to hoist himself up so he could see below.

"Argh, Cap'n, we've got him!" cried Peg Legs. "And his ship, too!"

Florian squinted to see exactly who they'd got. He pushed himself farther over the rail, feet dangling, to peer over the bedraggled crew of the Face Breaker.

"Terribly sorry to disappoint you, men," came a voice over the top of the crew's mumblings. ""But this…well, it isn't exactly a ship. Of course, compared to yours…"

"ARGH! What are you saying about the glorious Face Breaker?" Bilbo's indignant bark came shooting into Florian's eardrums, causing him to lose his balance, which he desperately tried to regain. Unfortunately, Florian was not the most well-balanced youth to begin with, and easily began to tilt more…and more…and more…

The other voice drifted up lazily. "Oh, nothing, nothing. It sure is a glorious ship you have here, I must say. Nothing compares to this gem of the sea."

And with that last sarcastic line, Florian tilted just a bit to much, enough to send him toppling over the railing and onto the ship's latest passenger, who, unfortunately, happened to be standing directly below.

So, I hope you like it. I had to leave off there, sorry. Can you guess who it is? Huh? Huh? I'm sure you can. Now, if you review, I'll be able to confirm your suspicions in the next chapter…and thanks so much to the reviewers. You make me so happy. Well, I'm off to go play Disgaea. Or Tales of the Abyss.