Geneva was quite sure that altercation couldn't have gone any better. Certainly, it could have gone worse, but she was a bit frustrated now. She wished that she had known this was a pirate ship before she decided to just sneak aboard. She had never been on a pirate ship, and had never been associated with pirates in her life. If this had been a regular merchant ship or cargo ship, she would have gotten along much better. But now, she was stuck in the brig, and there wasn't much she could do.

She brought her fingers up to where the large man had carved into her skin with a dagger. It was still bleeding, and it still hurt. She shuddered from the pain, and then took a deep breath. She could take care of that. She hadn't ever taken care of any wounds before now, but she was confident that she could.

She excruciatingly focused all of her thoughts on the cut on her cheek and scrunched her eyes shut, just for added measure. Sure enough, after a few seconds, she felt the pain subside, and rather quickly. So, it wasn't necessary to scrunch her eyes shut at all. That was a relief. She didn't want to look ridiculous. She reached up to touch her face again and found that the cut was gone, and there was only dried blood left over. Her face was entirely smooth, as if she had never been cut. Geneva was in awe. That would come in handy.

She looked about the brig. There was nobody there. She stood up and walked over to the cell door, trying to see how it worked. She sighed, fuming a little bit. There was no way she could pick the lock, and there was no way she could just break down the door. She would just have to wait for the right moment.

Geneva had been in the brig for close to a month now, if she was still counting correctly. This was becoming a real bore. She didn't know where she was on the sea, and she had barely any room to walk around in. They could have at least let her swab the deck or something.

They did give her food daily, but it was hardtack and water, and it was only once a day. She was glad that she was immortal, for there was no way she could die from malnourishment; she would only suffer from it.

For the most part, Geneva didn't speak to the men that brought her food. For a while, it was that man named Lewis that brought her food, and then it was the tall man, whose name she found out to be Douglas. Douglas seemed a bit more trustworthy of Geneva than Lewis did, so she figured that she could use him to get some answers about the ship.

She didn't say much to him at first when he brought her food, but after a little bit, she started to talk to him. He was stubborn at the start, but over time, he talked to her more. Geneva figured he secretly felt a bit of pity for her persona. Just to make things even better, she started to even be a tad polite with Douglas, in hopes of snagging even more information out of him. She had dropped to a new low of foolery, but she really wanted to get off that ship.

"Mister Douglas?" she asked, drawing his attention before he left from the brig one day. He had just dropped off her food for the day. He looked down at her through the bars. He was very tall, and a bit on the lanky side, with matted black hair.

"What is it?" he asked, trying to sound more gruff than he was. Certainly, he'd be able to overpower her, but he was trying to put up a sort of front it seemed.

"Where's your ship headed to?" she asked, curiosity in her voice. She added that it was "his ship" on purpose. She knew that would appeal to his ego, and when something appealed to a man's ego, nothing could keep him from talking.

"It's headed off to Singapore, that's where," he said proudly, a grin forming on his face. She could only imagine that he was picturing himself as the captain.

"Singapore?" she asked with a confused tone. "You mean the Singapore in Malaysia?"

"You bet your arse, I do," he replied pompously. "We'll be there in a matter of a week, that's how fast this ship is!"

"Why are you goin' to Singapore, Mister Douglas?" she pushed on, and Douglas opened his mouth to continue, but then stopped, looking down at Geneva. The closed his mouth and thought for a moment, his eyes squinted at her.

"Well that ain't none of your business," he said lowly, and he walked out of the brig. That didn't really bother Geneva at all. She had gotten exactly what she needed to know.

About a week later, Geneva knew they were close to Singapore. She could hear it in the crew's voices above her on the deck. She was waiting quite patiently in her cell now. It was about time for Douglas to come with her ration.

Sure enough, the man came thumping down the steps and into the brig, greasy black hair and all. He really was quite ugly looking.

"We're making port!" he snarled, shoving Geneva's food through the bars. Geneva caught it and stood up quickly, looking very excited.

"In Singapore?" she exclaimed.

"Of course, in Singapore, you idiot! Where else would we possibly be?" Douglas snapped, and she could smell his breath. She refused to wrinkle her nose.

He turned to head quickly back up to the deck, but Geneva had different plans.

"Mister Douglas!" she said, and he stopped and begrudgingly turned back towards her, only to be caught in a golden gaze. Now, he was hers for manipulation.

"Do you think that maybe I could come up to the deck to see Singapore?" she asked hesitantly. Douglas' eyes were glossy, but he was hearing every word; the only difference was that now, he trusted the lad behind the bars much more than he had before.

"I ain't never seen Singapore with me own eyes," she continued, looking back up at him. "You could take me up there for jus' a moment, an' then bring me straight back, that's all. I'll do jus' what you say."

"Well then jus' let me tell you what to do!" he snapped at her, grabbing the key off the rung across the wall from her cell. He shoved it hastily into the lock and pulled the door open, grabbing her by the shoulder and pulling her out of the cell.

"Now, we're only going up there for a minute, you hear?" he said gruffly, pushing her off to the side and out of his way.

"Yes, sir," she said, letting his ego gorge on the false authority she was dangling in front of him for the taking. She really had to work to keep herself from smiling at it all.

He stood there for a second facing the cell, trying to decide whether to close the door or keep it open. It was rather amusing. Geneva could sense what he was feeling, simply because she was nearby. He finally decided on keeping it open because he'd be back with the prisoner in no time, and right when he was about to turn back around, Geneva shoved him with all her might, and he fell forward into the cell. She slammed the gate shut behind him and pulled the key out of the lock, tugging on the door to make sure it was locked, which it was. Douglas stood up, a look of exasperated shock written all over his face.

"Why you little!" he said, his rage heightening. Geneva only smiled and chuckled, not even bothering to lower her voice.

"Why, thank ya', Mister Douglas," she said in her Irish accent, bowing and taking off her hat to mockingly reveal her gender. "That was awful kind of ya'!" A look of utter shock washed over his face, and he was left speechless as she put her hat back atop her head again and bounded up the stairs to the main deck. He didn't even bother calling after her in protest, he was so shocked at the revelation.

Geneva made her way quietly to the top of the stairs and peeked out from the shadows. There were men running every which way, preparing to make port in Singapore. It was rather dark out. Geneva smiled. This would do nicely.

She scanned the ship for the captain's quarters, and found the doors to them sitting wide open right across the main deck. She looked left, and then she looked right. Nobody had seen her. So, with the upmost stealth, she slunk over to the starboard railing and hid behind a cannon that was halfway across the deck. Then, when the coast was clear, she scampered soundlessly into the captain's cabin.

Once she got inside, she noted that there was no one there. She saw her swords sitting by the back window of the room and quietly went over and grabbed them, attaching them to her waist again where they belonged.

"Now, who let you out?" came a smooth voice, and Geneva snapped her head up, pulling her rapier out instinctively. There was the shaggy blonde captain, standing at the door to the room.

"I let me-self out," she said, not bothering with her disguise anymore. The captain's face got a bit confused, undoubtedly wondering why she sounded like an Irish woman and not a British boy. He pulled out his sword as well and pointed it at her.

"What is your business aboard my ship?" he growled lowly, that being the first time she had seen him show aggression. Geneva was not fazed by this at all, though. She knew what her choices were, and she had already thought out all their outcomes. She was already three moves ahead of the captain.

"Well, that's none of your business, is it?" she said, letting a sly smile creep onto her face. The captain bore his teeth in fury and charged at her, brandishing his sword. She blocked his attack and shoved him backward, her footing already set. He came back for her, but she had already drawn her cutlass as well, and she knocked his sword from his grasp in two strokes, one from each sword. Quickly, the man backed away, Geneva still pointing her swords at him.

"Get off," he said bitterly. "Just get off me ship, you filthy creature."

She would have taken her leave at his first sentence, but his second one really struck a chord in her, and she turned around to face him.

"Just so you know," she said, pointing her cutlass at him, looking down upon him with disdain. "I don't do what I'm told. I'm a sea lioness. I don't have to listen to the likes of you, so don't waste your filthy breath with me."

And with that, the sea lioness left the cabin, the captain still sitting there, dumbfounded.