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When Raja through the guy over board, Aiden was laughing to the extent that he was doubled over and tears were forming in his eyes. Finally able to control himself, he slowly stood back up to his full height. He sighed contently and wiped at the liquid threatening to spill over. "Thanks for that, Raja."' he purred.

Once he heard Jack's voice, his previous thoughts dissolved. He looked up towards the brown haired woman and was about to coo out a pathetic "Morn' , beautiful." That is, before she spat on him. Instantly, that pleasant sentence transformed into an aggravated "Aw, Jack! Why the fuck ya' do that for?" , a slight pout visible on his lips as wiped the saliva out of his dreads and flicked it to the floor in the same motion.

"S'ry, Aiden!" Jack apologized full heartedly. Cutting a rope and swinging down to him, she stood infront of him. He was taller than her - a fact that he wouldn't let her forget.
"Aw, Im relih' sorry, Aiden. I was jst' playin' round. We need more f'n on this vessel. Eh?" She winked, and tore some of her shirt off and used it to get the remaining spit off of his head.
"Bettar?" She asked, watching him closely.

Aiden lifted his head up from its original lowered and down casted position, grinning wildly like a fox.
"Nope, I 'ink I need you to rip more of ya' clothes off that way y'can get all of it out. Ya' know me cleanliness 'abits. " he replied, face twitching in his attempt to prohibit himself from laughing. He began backing away little by little, unsure of what the infamous Bloody Jack's reaction would be.

Hearing his name, Aiden spun on his heels a 90 degree angle and cut short the conversation he and Jack had been having. He was almost thankful considering he hadn't thought it through that it was possible that good ol' Jacki could've reacted in a violent manner. Now, Aiden had his pride, but he very well knew that the woman who they called 'Bloody Jack' could probably slit his throat in a second.

He resisted the urge to wipe his brow while saying "phew". Instead, he beamed at Captain Nick before hollering a peppy "Yes, Cap'n!" He then made his way across the deck in the direction of the Captain and the new English lass. On his way , he passed by Sunday and whispered a warning of "Don't ya' get any ideas, ya' hear?" in her ear, knowing all the amounts of trouble she'd want to get in today.

Once there was a two-foot distance between himself and the lady, he outstretched his hand towards the woman, indicating for her to take it and allow herself to be led around the ship.

"Come along now, yeah? "

*Raja was still smiling when Mr. Walls came to his side, bearing a large amount of line, custom tied by Raja himself to feature multiple knots for hand-grips. He and Walls shared a throaty laugh at watching the man nearly drown. Raja stayed in his little bubble of bliss until the Captain appeared. He snapped to attention at once, and presented the parchment to Nick.*

"Mornin' to you Captain! Here's the mornin' report, everythin' be ship shape an' ready. I told ye I'd get those repairs finished. As fer' tha' new girl, I'll keep an eye out."

*Raja turned his attention to Samantha, giving her a friendly smile, although only the crew would recognize it as such, his smiles tended to terrify most people.*

"Well, hello thar' young lassie. Don' you worry, Raja will take care of you. Mr. Walls! Let him flounder a bit longer, then reel that lubber up an' put him ta' work!"

*Raja tapped his pipe out on his boot, filled it again, lit it, and followed behind Aiden and to the right, keeping watch of the men on the deck, and shooting them an icy stare if they looked as though they were having so much as a dirty thought...*

Blushing at his comment, Jack smiled and laughed. She started to reply, "Ya wish, Aiden." but he suddenly shot around and started talking to the captain.
"Aye, Cap'ain." She replied, and jumped onto the hanging rope, climbing up it swiflty with ease.
"Sunday? Sunday? Where in Sa'in's name are ya!" Peering over the deck, Jack realized that she was with the Captain.
"Oi! I didn't see ya there lassie! Stop 'idin in tha shadows likes that!" She slid back down the rope and landed a good ten feet away from Sunday, and motioned for her to follow, sneaking a glance at Aiden.

Jack rolled her eyes, and replied, "'Most 'appened afore'. Got this tooth from the beastie." She held up a large shark tooth from her necklace and looked out to the ocean.
"Now 'isten 'ere ya little beastie!" She finally spat after moments of silence looking at the ocean.
"I don't 'ant to watch ya any more than ya want ta be watched. So if ya give me any grief-" She faded off.
"Just don't. Let's pretend e're friends so both our lives can 'ove on. Alrigh'? It's tha cap'ain's ord's." Jack glared coldly at the girl gripping her knife. Even though she was a rebel at heart, she respected the captain. He had saved her life.

A smile of amusement shone on Jack’s face, but she snapped out of it.
“Ya know I can’t do that! It’d be ‘gainst the cap’n. I ‘ave a lot of ‘spect for ‘im. I woul’nt go against ‘im, sorreh.” She replied, shaking her head. It was probably a very desirable bottle of whiskey, but she wouldn’t go against the captain.
“Awf’ly sorreh, Sunday.” Looking back out towards the ocean, her eyes went wide. Pulling out her telescope just to make sure, she looked through it and confirmed her sighting.
“Cap’n! Capt’n! Spanish trade ship, por’ side! ‘Eading east. If we ‘ontinue strai’ we can ram ‘er. Orders?” Jack knew all too well of the variety of ways they could capture the ship. They could put up another ship’s flag and pretend to be in distress, or they could ram it. Or, they could just blow it to bits. Shaking herself from her thoughts, she waited for an order from the captain or for someone to respond.

Samantha only narrowed her eyes even more. "So you actually think I'm just going to let you take me, go quietly?" she let out one mirthless laugh, "I'll have you know that there is no way I will let you get away with this. This is not my life, and so help me God if you do not return me to port this instant-"

She was cut off as the captain pushed her into the open, salty air of the upper deck, the cutting words disappearing on her lips. Dealing with the rocking of the boat on water, a constant reminder of where she was, was one thing when she was below the deck and guarded by blissfully solid walls. But the upper deck, with nothing but a small railing that hardly reached her upper arm standing between her and the merciless waves below...that was a whole other story.

Determined to show no weakness, however, Sam sealed her lips into a tight line, and jutted her chin up, half in defiance and half so she wouldn't have to see the dark, foaming water around her. The captain gave her a little introduction, though she could hardly call it that, seeing as she was being forced out her against her own will. The cheery smile that adorned the man's feature made the whole matter all the more infuriating, as he seemed to believe that she didn't at all mind being kidnapped by pirates.

Stiffly, she turned her gaze to the first gentleman that the captain had addressed, and was mildly surprised to find that he looked only a little older than her. Even more shocking was the fact that, upon looking around, her eyes fell upon a girl no older than 11. The youth looked up at her with a slightly giddy curiosity, and Sam wasn’t quite sure whether she should smile or look offended.
She turned her attention to an older man, one who at least looked tough enough to be on a pirate ship. His features, Sam assumed, would probably appear intimidating to most, but she actually found them more interesting than frightening. Much unlike most of his crewmates, he held a rather welcoming expression, and most certainly didn’t look like he was about to toss her overboard.
Well. This was unexpected.

Tentatively, Sam allowed her lips to curve up into a small smile directed at the man. Inside, her mind was reeling. All ships had to stop some places, right? So, the next time the ship stopped, all she had to do was sneak off and contact her father. Obviously the task was easier planned than done, but she tried not to think about that. And until they reached a port…although it pained her to realize it, Sam was pretty sure it was in her best interests to try and not set off the crew, captain in particular. Didn’t want them to realize she was going to be more a burden than treasure any sooner than necessary.

With a pained exhale, she looked up at the younger male-Aiden? Yes, that was the captain had called him, Aiden-who had appeared by her side, still an appropriate distance away. Forcing herself to meet his mischievous, glinting blue eyes, she gingerly took his arm, with a resignedly mumbled, “Alright, then.”

[I’m so terribly sorry it’s taken me so long to post! I couldn’t find the thread for a while, so I thought it kind of ended, but then Walrus posted in the OOC thread this morning, and I found it, and…I’m sorry!]

[Dont' worry about it.]

A sense of relief washed over Aiden as the woman took his hand instead of slapping it away. Having an uncooperative visitor was never any fun and it made it real hard to give a tour. Still a bits away from her , an attempt he made in order to make her feel more comfortable and not result in physical violence (he hated it when women struck him considering he could hardly do the same back), he began to lead her towards the bow of the beautiful ship. Then every thing happened and put Aiden on guard again.

Jack cried out from her place across the deck that there was a trade ship nearby and she basically suggested that the crew raided it. That, he decided to ignore and felt the best action to take was to continue on his way and make sure that the new mate on board was distracted from any thing that she might feel angry at. He had a feeling that she might find raiding an innocent ship immoral.

However, before he could do that, Sunday ran up to her and began yanking on her long, flowing orange hair in a way that must've been painful. Now, what was Aiden to do? He moved quickly and the moment words came from the girl's mouth, he had her by the collar of her shirt and was holding her a foot above the surface of the deck, forcing her to look him in the eye.

"When we've 'ot ladies aboard, we're not ta' act like animals, ya' hear. Aren'tya 'posed to be wit Jack?" he questioned, clearly exasperated and frustrated with the whole deal. His eyebrows were furrowed in a way that they never were, which should have signaled to Sunday that he meant business. He really doubted that she cared, though. The crew had raised her to be exactly what they were: a pirate.

*Raja walked with Aiden and the captive as they toured the ship, watching the assorted crew and pleased that everyone was doing the work he had assigned. He was brought out of his protective mode when Jack began to call out the ship that was coming fast. A twinkle of joy appeared in the Indian's eye as the prospect of a good fight and some violence was always something he was in the mood for...*

"Mr. Aiden, don' ye thin' we should inform tha' Cap'n? Seems as though we've some...business to do..."

Aiden was just leading her to the bow of the ship when a yell made her turn around. One of the crew members had apparently spotted a ship, coming their way. Sam's gaze slid to the blue horizon and, sure enough, a grand vessel with the unmistakable Spanish flag was sailing in their direction. For one split second, intense relief washed over her. She was saved! But...the alliance between the Spanish and the British was rather tense right now, so it was rather odd that Father had managed to get a Spanish ship to come after her. She dismissed the thought with a quick shake of her head. She was rescued!

Then she realized what the pirates planned to do.

She was about to turn and start yelling at her escort when her head was suddenly tugged down by the hair. Blinking in surprise, Sam looked down to see the 11 year old girl whose name she'd guessed to be Sunday staring up at her, her eyes wide with genuine curiosity. Sam opened her mouth to speak but Aiden had already yanked her into the air with a stern look.

As soon as the little girl was put down Sam roughly tugged on the young man's arm. "You're not actually going to ram them, are you?" she demanded, glaring up at him, "And then, I don't know, kidnap another innocent girl while you're at it?"

The kind looking Raja came over again, this time with an excited gleam in his eye. Sam's eyes went wide at his choice of words, and then quickly narrowed to two angry slits. "No, you will not be doing any business. You will leave that ship alone!"

A frustrated sigh escaped his lips while he placed a hand over his face and shook his head. He then lowered his hand and glowered at everyone. Of course his crew would do this. Yes, it was impossible for Jack to speak to the Captain in private as opposed to screaming it across the deck and Sunday just couldn't keep her hands out of the lass's hair and there was no way Raja could keep his mouth shut about the raid around Samantha. Now he had an angry English "princess" making a fuss and a ship full of pirates amped up to ram a ship.

"No, I think Jack's got that covered." he said first addressing Raja , a newly found grin spreading across his face as he looked at the humor in the situation. His mood took a quick 180 and he now turned toward Sam.

"Well, I'm not sure if we're going to hit the ship. We may pretend to be a Spanish ship wanting to talk or a local boat in distress. We may even blow it up. We may pass the ship all together and we may fly up to Netherlands. It all depends on what Cap'n Nick says. We are his crew, after all." he chirped while shrugging.

"In any case, you shouldn't witness such a thing on your first day out in the ocean. Why don't I show you the cabins and kitchen below deck, Miss Samantha? Raja, if Cap'n says so , I think it's alright if you stay up here and be involved with the pirating instead of accompanying the lass and I." he said, now outstretching his hand again to whisk her away. It really was like gambling, seeing what her reaction would be.

A hearty chuckle erupted from Aiden and his signature menacing grin touched his face. Now that the Captain had assigned him a new job, his thinking process was completely different. No longer was he a rich girl's baby sitter, looking out for her best interest; He was a fierce first mate to a strong Captain. The other men on deck made sounds of glee and excitement. Not many men would die today, he hypothesized. He bowed and cooed a perfect "Adieu" to Samantha and turned to Raja.

"Scratch 'at thought, mate. We both getta have some fun!" he cried before blurting a "Aye aye, Cap'n." and sprinting inside the cabins, grabbing arms full of weapons that had been lying around. He emerged back out onto the deck and tossed some materials to the men on deck. He himself decided on two blades with curved edges, similar to what one would call a sabre. He trotted back towards Nick afterward, knowing that he had a special weapon of his own some where that he would depend on.

"Quite an eventful week, yeah, Cap'n? What's the tactics fer t'day's raid?" he inquired , standing at his side while the men hauled up an English flag.