Soon, Hermione was kitted out. She had a red bandana to tie back her unruly hair, sturdy boots, a loose, stained, cream top. Her red jacket covered her arms, but was covered in patches and was a little worse for wear. She had striped leggings which were covered by cargo trousers. None of these were overly clean and certainly not of high quality, but she wore them all the same.

At the sound of a gunshot she tore out of the room and looked at Anne's fearful expression.

Once the both Link and Harry had settled down, they picked out the clothes they wanted and started to pull them on.

Little discussion was made.

"Gun!" Anne hissed and ran down the corridor, followed closely by Hermione and Naia.
Their feet thundered on the wooden beams and Anne brushed other confused sailors aside.
Hermione found the door and they burst through and Anne turned murderous.

"BARBECUED BILLYGOATS! DOES ONE OF YOU BILGE SUCKERS WANT TO EXPLAIN WHY YOU AER FIRING GUNS ABOARD A WOODEN VESSEL?! A FLOATING WOODEN VESSEL!" She roared, her face a deep scarlet. However Hermione's face was scarlet for another reason entirely.

"AGH!" Link screamed and tripped over his own feet, landing squarely on his bare back and shaking the floor with the force of the fall. The vibrations released the mirror next to him from its enchanted balancing act and it fell on his stomach.

"OW!" Link groaned.

"HERMIONE!" Harry gasped, pulling the dirty white shirt over his head quickly, "Knock before you enter next time, will you?!"

Thankfully the glass on the mirror hadn't shattered, so Link had managed to lift it up and let himself up.

"Sorry about the - the mirror." He cleared his throat and turned back around, "And yeah, that 'gun' thing! It's awesome, isn't it?! Can I have one?!"

"Link!" Harry hissed as if he was cringing from watching his dad dancing.

"Uh - oh! Yeah! Top!" Link scuffled about, picking up the baggy white undershirt and pulling it on. He continued to grasp a raggedy green jacket and pulled it over his arms, dusting off his brown ripped trousers and tying a green bandanna around his head. He reached inside the stretch of material and pulled out his bangs which then hung over the bandanna like curtains with a lot of volume.

"WHAT IN NEPTUNE'S NAME WERE YOU DOING WITH A GUN?!" Anne roared menacingly. She put a hand to her head in despair. However after a minute she let it drop and looked at them grumpily. "And you, where d'ya get that scar?" She pointed at Link.

Naia giggled and sat on Hermione's shoulder. "Apparently we'll see more people with less clothes than that if anyone gets cabin fever or a lashing!" Hermione looked at the floor and decided not to grace her with an answer.

Link gave Naia a very long and suffering look and said to Anne, "The scar... Faron woods."

Naia's face fell and she fluttered up to Anne. "It's… A long story… That we don't want to relive. "She managed.

Footsteps echoed through the corridor behind them and a woman appeared in the door way. Anne saluted.

The woman wore a long red coat with brass buttons that mimicked an admiral's coat. Her hat was as black as her hair, which was plaited in several places, but still flowed loosely down to her waist. She was dressed considerably better than even Anne.

"What do we have here, Anne?" She looked confused, but then suddenly sneered. "Not stowaways I hope."

"No, Captain Kore. They aren't… We picked them up at last port. They're here to crew as bilges or whatever we need."

"Oh good." the captains smiled returned.

"Oh, hello, Captain!" Link beamed, holding out hand, "Pleasure to meet you!"

Captain Kore chuckled to herself and shook his hand.

"Oh no, grand sir, the pleasure is ALL mine!" She straightened up and laughed. "Hand shakin' is a bit posh for a ship like this." She explained. "I'm Captain Kore and that is how you'll address me. Stick with Anne here an' she'll keep you right." She looked at Anne and they hit their upper arms together in an act of companionship. "Tell me truth'ly. Do they know much about boats? Or did their mamas want to get rid of 'em?" She asked, only half joking.

Anne looked down. "They have a stout nature and are strong enough to pull the ropes and…"

" .. I can help with maps!" Hermione interjected as Anne trailed off.

"- But this is their first voyage, Captain." Anne said.

Captain Kore clapped Anne on the back and said, "No need to worry! You'll teach 'em well, along with the others. How old..?" She looked at them directly.

"Thirteen." Harry answered quickly.

Link laughed and scratched his head awkwardly, "Well... Uh... Seven... Seventeen? That's a good point, actually! What year is this?"

Naia's facepalm was good enough for all of them.

"It's 1754." Anne said, very confused.

Captain Kore let out a short laugh. "Watch this one in the grog, yeah?" She rolled her eyes and walked out of the room.

"Miss... Come with me an' we'll have a look at the maps." Hermione followed her.

"LINK YOU ARE SO AWKWARD!" Naia managed to scream between her hysterical giggles.

"Well I don't know!" Link hissed, "The ocarina's not exactly stable time travel! It could have taken us anywhere, I could have played the wrong note - in fact I DID play the wrong note! That's why we went forward in time more years than I anticipated!

"Anyway..." He breathed deeply and said calmly, "If it's 1754, then I'm..." He stopped, blushing, "I'm not seventeen." He hurried over to the mirror and looked at himself in it, pulling on different parts of his face and grimacing.

"Then how old ARE you?" Harry asked.

"Uh... Um... Well..." He turned his back to the mirror, looking a little distressed, "A tiiiny bit older than seventeen." He laughed with an embarrassed edge to his expression.

"Link..."

Link muttered something inaudible.

"Link!"

"Twenty four! We went forwards eleven years, not four, Naia!"

"That's so adorable!" Naia squeaked. "You're all so tiny!"

She looked at the many confused faces then decided to change the statement. "Young, I mean. I'm the tiny one. Human years are so confusing." She did a mid-air pirouette. "I'm the baby of the family, I'm not even three hundred yet. I'm two hundred and twenty one. Fairy years. I'm not sure about the conversion," she smiled. "I'll ask Hermione, she might know."

"I don't think you quite understand, Naia." Link said in a slow, explaining tone, "I've just gone from just becoming a teenager to my mid-twenties! I've missed out eleven years of my life, which is quite a long time for us!"

He looked back at the mirror and groaned, "I can't believe I didn't notice before... And my hair... It's really long..."

"Isn't it always like that?" Harry inquired.

"No!" Link stressed, "I barely ever take it out of the hat! Look!" He grabbed a handful of his blond hair and held it up. He stared at it in horror. Even when he was holding a large chunk of it, the length came down to below his shoulders.

"And you didn't notice when you washed it or anything?" Harry couldn't believe this.

"It's been two days for me! And a busy two! Give me a break!" Link huffed, letting his hair fall down again, "I look like a girl."

"That's not new."

"Oi!" Link pointed at him dangerously, "Don't you start!"

Anne strode over to link and held him firmly by his shoulders.

"Number one. Girl isn't an insult. Number two. I have no idea what's going on, but I think we should take it slow. You seem to have had a lot of shocks for one day. Let's go above deck and I'll teach you how to tie some knots, it calms most people down. I will help you get your friend back, an' that's a promise. The Captain seems to like you lot too, so that'll go a long way in helping." She dropped her hands off his shoulders and walked to the door.

"I never meant it as an insult..." Link muttered, following her with Harry, "I mean there's nothing wrong with looking like a girl! It's just not what I normally like to look like..."

"Link," Harry said to him, "For your own good, please stop talking."

"Yep." Link smacked his lips together and bowed his head awkwardly.