Amy awoke to Matthew shaking her and dumping salty, cold water on her.

"Wake up Am- Alfred!" Matthew's voice was so far away…

"Five more minutes, Francine… Tell Mattie to make pancakes…" she said groggily. She didn't feel like waking up, which earned her another splash of ocean water.

"I'm awake Francine, sheesh!" She sat up in her hammock and found Matthew laughing at her sopping wet figure, along with Gilberta, Peter, and Cody. "What in the world, Matthew? That was cold and heartless! And now I'm all wet!"

"..Oops…" Matthew said. Amy's hair flopped down and her thin, wet clothes revealed her true gender.

"You're a girl?" Cody proclaimed. "Ah… If someone was going to be the girl, I thought it would have been Matthew."

"Hey!"

"Don't worry. You look like a guy to me," Gilberta winked at Matthew.

"What's wrong with me being a girl?" Amy asked, keeping her pride.

"I'm not sure if piracy is girl friendly and usually not allowed on the ship, plus the Captain's not very good with girls," Cody answered and Peter bobbed his head along.

"Huh? He's fine with me and that Princess Eileen. Why wouldn't he be fine with Amy?" Gilberta asked. Cody and Peter thought for a while.

"Maybe cuz she's blond?" Peter suggested. Gilberta laughed.

"You guys don't make any sense. Anyways, we are supposed to be on deck now, so see ya!" Gilberta left.

Matthew tossed Amy a dry shirt, rag, and a few pieces of hardtack.

"Better get ready. There's you're breakfast by the way." Matthew followed Gilberta up onto the top deck. Amy stuck her tongue out at him.

"See you on deck, um, Alfred!" Peter said.

"Oh, my name is Amy, but you're going to have to keep calling me Alfred for the sake of this journey."

"Ok then, Amy. See you!" Peter and Cody went to the upper deck. Amy went and changed behind some crates and boxes and when she was done, she stuck some hardtack into her mouth, grimacing, and ran out into the sunny air.

"Lad's finally awake?" Amy was greeted by Captain Arthur, who seemed to be in a much better mood, and also realized she was pretty short compared to him and his crew, being a girl of course. He was a little taller than Matthew and probably thought that Amy was a kid still.

"Uh, yes… sir… Captain?" Amy said in an attempted deeper voice wondering what she was supposed to call Captain Arthur. Definitely not Artie, like Peter. That would be a trip off the plank!

"Captain's fine!" Captain Arthur laughed loudly. "Now you do know how to work right? And fight, too?" Amy nodded.

"Yeah I do, Captain."

"There's a good lad." He grinned and tousled her hair. "I want you to, I don't know… polish the weapons with Peter, Wyburn, and whoever else. When you're done, you can help repair the sails, scrub the deck, or help prepare food for dinner."

Arthur listed the things Gilberta and Matthew could do and the other things she could do. Yep, he was definitely in a much better mood. Amy wondered if he was bipolar of something.

Amy didn't really pay much attention to what he was saying, but stared at Captain Arthur. He was wearing a white linen shirt, a deep red, blue, and gold long coat, a wide belt across the chest that held daggers and muskets, and another belt across his waist.

He was without his leather tri-corner hat he was wearing yesterday and she realized that his eyebrows were really big and darker than his sandy blonde hair. Otherwise, he was quite handsome. Strung around his neck were the two pendants: the blue moon and green star.

"Well, what are you staring at?" Captain Arthur interrupted her thoughts. "Off you go now."

"Ok, Captain!" Amy ran off and easily found Peter sitting with a few boys, cleaning out the canons and polishing muskets, pistols, cutlasses, daggers, and axes.

"Hello Peter!" she greeted happily. This pirate ship seemed to be really cheerful. "Arthur is cheerful today. Is he always like that?"

"Well, considering we weren't born pirates and English gentlemen, we don't treat the crew roughly so it's a pretty happy ship," Peter responded. "Artie just gets serious when we fight or if he sees someone he hates, which is usually when we're about to fight."

"Er, makes sense… I think."

"Anyways, these are my friends, Wyburn," he pointed to a boy with light brown hair and thick eyebrows wearing a red scarf around his neck.

"Raivis," a boy with curly tan hair and wearing a red jacket waved. Amy waved back.

"…and Ladon and yes that is an actual name," Peter gestured to a boy with orange (red?) hair, wearing a white and blue jacket and had a green streak across his cheek crossed his arms and grinned smugly.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Alfred, yeah…" Amy told them her boy name. "I'm short but I'm actually 17."

"For a 17 year old, you are really, really, really short!" Ladon laughed. Amy was only about a foot and a half taller than Ladon, who seemed to be the tallest out of them.

"Don't pay attention to him," Wyburn sighed. "He's an idiot." He went back to using a rag to scrub out the canon next to him.

"Get back to work, Ladon." Raivis looked at his shiny cutlass, in satisfaction. "I'm not missing my turn for break because of a mess you started." Ladon pouted and stuck his tongue out.

"Whatever, you Russian." Ladon retorted. "At least I'm not afraid of the cold!" Raivis started to tremble.

"I-I'm not r-Russian!" he stuttered. Amy looked on, confused. Was it always like this?

"What are you talking about?" she asked. The boys looked at her.

"When some huge northern ship of some sort attacked us and the Spaniards while we were fighting each other, Captain managed to fend them off and escape! He even captured Raivis!" Peter explained bouncily.

"So Raivis is from another ship." Amy tried to process this but she's not the smartest person in the world.

"Ok, it's like this." Wyburn tried to explain now. "Most of our crew is from raids on other ships, or slaves that managed to gain Captain's favor. Like Lee is from an Asian merchant ship we happened to cross paths with. Also, Ladon is from somewhere up north, like around Scandinavia. From an explorers traveling ship something or other." Ding!

"That makes more sense. Thanks Wyburn!" Amy said happily.

"How about getting back to work now?" Peter suggested.

"Sure thing!" Peter showed Amy what to do and eventually she got the hang of it. Peter, Wyburn, Ladon, Raivis, and Amy finished cleaning and polishing by sun high.

"I say we take our break now and repair the sails after," Peter told them. "After that storm last week, we've had a lot of work to do."

"Well, at least it's not our week to scrub the deck!" Ladon yelled obnoxiously. "Sails are much easier."

Wyburn rolled his eyes. "We had to teach you how to sew smart one."

"Whatever…" Ladon headed to his hammock, where he gnawed on a piece of hardtack. Wyburn and Raivis did similar things while Peter went to the kitchen and grabbed some jerky and handed it out to them.

"So after our break, we fix the sails?" Amy asked, trying to get with the schedule. "How come today is so calm compared to yesterday?"

"It's not like we fight every day. This is a big ocean so it's actually pretty hard to run into somebody you know is your enemy," Raivis said.

"Makes sense." Amy flopped down into her hammock. "Hey, wake me up when our break is over." She started to snore softly…

Hello! Sorry for the random boring chapter. It was long, too... Um... I jusst couldn't quite motivate myself to write anything. Not even my almost original awesome bloody story. Blargh. This is getting more popular than my first story so I'm happy i guess. I'm starting the eighth grade tomorrow so I probably will update a lot slower... poo you school...

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