"What did you just call me?" Fuzzy yelled, her hands balled into fists at her side.

"You heard me, gorilla!" Russell shouted back.

Kris, as well as most of the rest of the crew, watched on in amusement as Russell goaded Fuzzy on. A bull fighter waving his red cape in front of the angry bull. She didn't know what all had started the fight, or why Russell was continuing it, but she couldn't help but to smirk and watch the events unfold. It had been a while since the traders had attacked the ship, but the tension on the ship had almost doubled. Everyone constantly on guard for any signs of danger. Morgan had also ordered everyone to double their training to improve fighting skills. From what she'd heard from everyone else about the attack, the traders didn't appear to be used to fighting in the same manner that they were. Something Morgan thought would work to their advantage in the future.

But for the first time that week, everyone seemed more relaxed. Amused by the quarrel between the Fuzzy and Russell. Fuzzy's face was turning redder and redder with every snide remark Russell was throwing at her. The two had been at each other's throats almost the entire time they had been on the ship together, getting worse by the day. It had only been a matter of time before a fight would start, and Kris didn't want to miss the entertainment unfolding before her. Nathan was standing next to her with his arms folded across his chest, a smirk on his face.

"I'll bet you ten gold pieces he beats her." Nathan said, watching as the two began circling one another with predatory-like stances.

Kris scoffed. "I'll take that bet. She'll wipe the floor with him."

"I'm with Kris on this one. Russell's still too cocky." Christopher chimed in from the other side of Kris.

"Come on guys! You don't have enough confidence in our Russell! I'm placing my money on him!" Thomas interjected, looking almost offended that Kris and Christopher were betting against him.

Kris shrugged. "Hey, I've trained with Russell, remember? And I can tell you this one now. She's going to murder him."

"Yeah, and I've seen Fuzzy in action. She's a hell of a lot tougher than you two are giving her credit for." Christopher agreed.

Nathan nudged Eduardo who was standing next to him. "What about you?"

"I think they're both idiots." Eduardo grumbled, rolling his eyes.

Kris couldn't help but to let out a small laugh. "You placing a bet on either of them or not?"

"I guess so. Fuzzy's the safer bet of the two."

"Not you too Eduardo!" Thomas complained.

He shrugged indifferently. "You get Fuzzy mad and she's like a raging bull. I actually almost feel sorry for Russell at this point."

"Hey, has anyone seen Morgan or Alan lately? I know Morgan would definitely want to cash in on this one." Christopher said, quickly scanning the crowd forming around the two riled pirates.

"They're probably up in Morgan's quarters talking. I'll go get them and see if they want in." Kris volunteered. She began squeezing her way through the crowd towards Morgan's room, listening to the split crowd calling out Fuzzy's name or Russell's. Loud cheers echoed behind her and Kris smiled, the fight must've just begun. She listened briefly before opening the door to Morgan's room, hearing Fuzzy's shrill almost demonic-like shriek and laughed. Yep, fight definitely started.

"Morgan, Alan; Fuzzy and Russell are fighting and we've got a bet going. Either of you want in?" Kris said as she walked inside, glancing over her shoulder to see if she could still see some of the fight from where she was.

But as she turned around to face them, Kris instantly froze. A group of about four men were surrounding Morgan and Alan, all soaked to the bone with water dripping down onto the floor around them. Both Captain's with knives placed against their throats. Kris remained frozen there for a brief moment. The men's eyes on her as they tried to anticipate what she was going to do. It was only a matter of seconds, but Kris's mind ran a mile a minute. Where had these guys come from? How hadn't anyone been able to see them? Instantly spinning on her feet to head back out to warn everyone, one of the men leapt forward and grabbed her by her hair. Yanking her back and wrapping his other hand around her throat with such dexterity and swiftness that it stole the breath clean from Kris's lungs. She struggled in his grasp, willing her voice to work despite the vice like grip he had around her neck. Then, feeling a cold blade pressing against her throat, she stopped. Her mind boggling at how rapidly he'd been able to capture her.

The man holding a knife against Morgan's throat pulled him up, shoving him towards the direction of the door. "The crew will have to surrender now."

Grinning with pure malice dripping from his face, one of the men ran over to an opened window. A window Kris was now guessing was how the men got inside in the first place. A very loud and high-pitched whistle came from the man's lips, and he closed the window. Nodding in some sort of silent acknowledgement to the rest of the men in the room, the group grabbed their three new hostages and slowly made their way back onto the deck.

Kris exchanged quick, worried glances with both Morgan and Alan. All three of them unable to utter a word, but somehow expressing the same thing with their eyes. They were all in trouble. And there wasn't anything they could do about it. They stepped out onto the deck where, only moments ago, a playful fight between friends had been taking place. Now, floods of attackers pouring onto the decks from all sides of the ship. Kris's eyes widened, watching their crew scrambling about trying to fight back at such an unexpected attack. Where had all of these guys come from?

But another high-pitched whistle pierced the air, and both the Sirius and Rika crew stopped. Turning their attention to the three of them, with knives nicking their throats. Shoving the three of them forward, the crowd below visibly looked taken aback. Both Captain's and Kris captured and being held prisoner before their very eyes.

"We have your captain's and friend here, so relinquish your weapons, and no harm will come to them." The man holding the knife to Alan's throat shouted at. Defeated and confused looks crossed the crew's faces. Looking as if they were confused of exactly what they should do. To try to fight and regain their crew members back, or to surrender. But slowly, one by one, weapons clattered to the deck. Men standing on the sidelines from the invading group came forward, grabbing those whose weapons were dropped and forcing them onto their knees. Kris scanned the crowd, searching for her friends.

"Sir, what will we do with the women?" One man asked from in the crowd, grabbing Fuzzy and yanking her back by the hair, "They won't sell like the others will."

The man holding Morgan contemplated the question for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. "Take them to our Captain's quarters then. I'm sure he'll make use of them."

Kris felt herself as she began being drug away, in the same direction as the other man began dragging Fuzzy. With everything in her being, she wanted to fight back. To fight with her crew and friends to regain their ship. But she knew that she couldn't. That would mean putting both Alan and Morgan in danger, and Kris knew with just the flick of a wrist, the men holding them hostage could slit their throats. A risk Kris knew she couldn't take.

A smaller ship, one at least half the size of the Sirius, Kris noticed as the man pulled her towards the railing, was pulling up alongside them. She looked up for one brief moment, and met eyes with Nathan, who was being restrained just in the distance. He looked torn and worried, and Kris knew the exact feeling. She felt the same way. But as he was just fading from her vision, the men beginning to lower her and Fuzzy to the other vessel, she threw him a wink and a weak smile. Letting him know that she would be okay. And that she would find him again. Somehow.