Hello, sorry it took so long. Well, here you go, one more chapter before the pain begins.

I woke up and uncurled from the blankets. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood, getting dressed then walking up to the deck. Surprisingly, we were still docked. I raised an eyebrow. I went back below-deck to the galley and saw everyone in the crew spread around the room, completely drunk and completely unconscious. I grimaced. Idiots the lot of them.

I made some coffee, black as I could, and then said, "Good morning, idiots!"

They all moaned, waking up to my yell. "Get off your asses and get this ship moving!"

They groaned and sat up, looking at me in surprise. "What do you want, Amy?" asked Alfred.

"I want to leave this town and go somewhere else. So get off your asses and get this damned ship moving."

"Where's the Captain?"

"Most likely in his cabin."

"Why isn't he up?"

"Have no idea, but I made coffee, so get up and get moving. If I come back and the ship is not ready to leave, there will be hell to pay." I served a cup of coffee for Arthur and left.

As I left, I heard Gilbert mutter, "Your sister is a demon, Al."

Alfred laughed nervously. "I know. But her coffee does wonders, so we might as well move."

I walked to Arthur's cabin and knocked. There was no answer. I rolled my eyes and opened the door. The room was a mess. There was an empty wine bottle on the floor and Arthur was splayed out on his chair, holding an empty bottle of what was probably rum. I sighed. I set the cup down on the table and tapped him on the shoulder. "Arthur, it is time to get up."

He did not stir. I sighed and bent so I could speak directly into his ear. "Good morning, Captain! Rise and shine!"

He bolted out of his chair, collapsing onto the floor. I giggled. He moaned. "What the hell? It's too early for this." He was clutching his head.

I laughed. "Why the hell did you get so drunk?"

He shrugged. "I don't honestly remember."

I laughed. "Come on. The crew is up and should be getting the ship ready to depart. I brought you some coffee."

He grimaced. "I hate coffee."

"You are hungover. It helps."

I helped him to his feet and handed him the cup. He scowled at it. "This is just straight coffee."

"Exactly."

"Can't I at least have some cream or sugar in it?"

"No. That ruins its effectiveness. Now come on and drink it."

He sighed, plugged his nose and emptied the mug. He gagged slightly and I frowned. "I will force feed you it if I must, Arthur. It is high time we left this island."

He sighed. "Alright, alright, I get it." He straightened and walked to the door. "Are you coming?"

"I am going to clean up this mess you call a cabin. You left it in a terrible state last night."

He grimaced and said, "Fine, fine. Do what you will, Amelia."

I chuckled. "I will."

He stumbled out the door and disappeared into the ship. I surveyed the room and quickly began picking up the mess. It was soon clean. I gathered up the trash and carried it on deck where I dumped it over the side. I noticed that everyone was working and smiled in satisfaction. We had already left the island behind. I went below-deck again and went to the galley where I began cleaning up from their late night partying.

It took much longer but I finished it in time for lunch, which Feli was alert enough to make. Lunch was boisterous as usual, and everyone had mostly gotten over their hangovers, including Arthur. He really did not try anything either, which, although I was grateful for it, I was also rather disappointed.

I went up on deck again for some sea air and noticed a small black dot in the distance. I frowned. As far as I knew, there were no islands near our location. I climbed up to the crow's nest and found the telescope. I pointed it toward the dot in the distance and frowned. It was a ship. And it did not look friendly. In fact, as I watched, they raised the English flag. I frowned and glanced at the flag we were flying and realized that we were still flying the Spanish flag. I rolled my eyes and stowed the telescope, then scrambled down the mast.

"Change that flag, idiots. There is an enemy ship approaching. It is flying the Union Jack." Somebody scrambled to follow my instructions.

Arthur touched my shoulder. "What did it look like, Amelia?"

I turned to face him. "It was black with black sails. Whoever it is, they are not here for a cup of tea."

"Have they seen us?"

"I can only assume so, they raised the Union Jack while I watched."

Arthur frowned. "This can only mean trouble."

"Captain!"

"Yes, Tino?"

"I can see the ship now, and it looks like Captain Maleki!"

A gasp echoed around the ship. I frowned. The name belonged to the one pirate who was more feared than either Arthur or Alfred. He was known for never leaving anyone alive, ever. Now that I thought about it, I should have recognized it from the beginning. Captain Maleki was famous for his ship, Hell's Howl, which was black and flew black sails. I cursed.

Arthur growled. "He's picked the wrong ship today."

I turned a frightened eye to him. "Arthur, would it not be better to run?"

"We can handle 'im, sweetheart. Keep your wits about ya and ye'll be fine."

I shivered. His eyes were hungry, thirsting for blood. I looked around the ship and noticed everyone getting ready for the battle. "Arm yourselves!"

Alfred ran up to me. "Amelia, you should go hide below-deck."

"And let you do all the fighting?"

He frowned. "Amy, these aren't just pirates. These are highly skilled murderers. They have a very high chance of winning."

"And what happens then, if they win?"

He looked down, avoiding my eyes. I growled at him. "Exactly. Let me fight. You need me."

He sighed and nodded. Arthur was yelling commands. We dropped anchor and waited for the Black Ship.

Oooh! Scary ship. What is going to happen?

Also, today I went to Ikea! For the first time in my life. It was pretty awesome. The food was pretty good and the atmosphere was very friendly and helpful. Not at all like most stores in the US. Anyway, it was cool, but I didn't see any monkeys wearing jackets.

Sweden: Those are not normal.

Me: Yeah, I know. It was a joke.

Sweden:...

Me: But, it was pretty cool! There were all sorts of cool stuff. You could basically build a house with all the stuff they had there. You done good, Sve.

Sweden: Thanks.

Me: Anyway, enjoy. ^.^