"All hands on deck! Sail's down, all men up top, we sail NOW!" Captain Rodgers yelled as he ran up onto the docked ship. He was carrying a big bag on his shoulder and was obviously in a huge hurry. Standing tall in his attire with his side pistol sitting in his holster with a bit of smoke coming off the tip. He had been in a conflict and with his lovely crews track record they wouldn't want to stay in port for very long.

"Maverick I want these men in working order and out of sight from the coast by the time that I come back up top! Mr. Hughes put Ms. Turner down in the cell, un-gag her, and give her this apple, they are pretty damn good. Now lets move people!" Captain Rodgers said as he put the bag full of little princess on Arron's shoulder and a apple in his hand as Maverick head around the top whipping all the hands into shape.

Joesph sat down on his bed as he whipped his face and took a drink of the water on his hand table. ".....Dammit! What the hell was I thinking...." Joesph laid down on his bed as he thought back to the events that brought him to this horrible mess.

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Joesph walked through the streets of Spain, enjoying the scenery, taking in the atmosphere. It was a good day around good people. As he was walking his mind kept coming back to the fact that he was a little shorthanded, he didn't have the biggest crew in the world but they were good enough to keep everyone afraid and on the run. He only let the men he trust on his ship and that was the real reason of it so that wasn't something he was going to change. Instead, he needed a better ship. If he wasn't going to make a bigger crew he needed a better ship. So he started designing in his head. Thinking of all the best parts and weapons from around the known world, wood from china, weapons from spain, sails from britian, his ship was going to be amazing. Even though he was one of the most well known captains in the world, he didn't have enough money. That ship was going to be expensive and he would need more money but where would he get it. Just as he thought that he saw a carrige ride by, on the back was a british flag. With a smile on his face Joesph started walking to the british embassy as a plan started to form in his head.

"Lord Turner, a Mr.....Buckshot, to see you. The man looked up from his desk with a start as he took a big sigh and waved his hand. In walked Joesph with a big grin on looking around the room, "Ohh! ops, sorry, I'll get that on my way out." He said as he tripped over a sack of apples in the room. The butler rolled his eyes as he left the room closing the door. "What do you want Joe?" Said the man looking at the pirate as he stood up from his desk. "How are you today chap? Been quite a while John." John Turner, a high lord in Britan, he played around with politics and other things and was filthy rich because of it. When Joesph was a kid on the street, John kept a eye on him. He gave him some food every once and a while and a bed when it was to nasty out. John kept offering to adopt him but Joe wouldn't have it, he couldn't have that life. "I need a loan John, a big one." Joe said as he chomped into one of the apples that laid on the floor. "Ughhhh...Joe you know I can't do that, I'm suppose to arrest you on sight after that big event in Ireland." "Hey, they said it was fine! That wasn't my fault. Besides when you have something that shiny in the middle of a cake, you don't value money. Look I need this money John, I can get it from you or I can take it." Joe said as he took another bite into the apple looking a bit more serious. "Joe, this isn't you, you've been getting a bit more careless over the years and I'm not going to support this!" "The world's nasty John! Not everyone can talk with royal family and sleep in a mansion! Sometimes, sometimes you have to make your own way." Joe said looking at the older man as he reached down and pulled the hammer back on the pistol. "Joe....how dare you, after all I've done for you! You will not get any money out of me." Joe nodded his head as he turned to the door opening, in walked the framiler face that he had grown up around. "You may not care about your life John, but you care about Alice's." Joe said as he drew his pistol and wrapped his arm around Alice's mouth. "Hello love, been far to long. We'll catch up later, I hope school went well." "Joesph Rodgers! Are you out of you'r mind?!" "I'll give her back when I get word the money is in a safe place." Joe grabbed the bag that he had tripped over and threw it over her knotting it when her feet were in. "Up we go darling." He said tossing her on his shoulder as he pointed the gun at John. "You send someone after me and you know what I'll do John." Behind Joe he heard a click and turned quickly as he saw the butler holding a pistol. Sadly for the butler, there were few that was a faster pull than buckshot Rodgers. Joe pulled his flintlock and let off a shot at the butler. With a shot off he knew there was no time to waste, he ran out of the mansion and headed to his ship.

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"She probably thinks I killed John, dammit Joe what were you thinking." Joe came up top of the ship and walked up to his second in command. "Well, we can't sail north, Britian is there, we can't sail south, there's nothing there, east is nothing but land, that leaves one option. Sail west, hope we hit a island, it's the best we can do." Joe said patting Maverick's shoulder. "Set sail, I have to go below, I need to talk to our guest."

Alisha was going through the fields, looking for the ripe fruit of her hard labor of planting and now harvesting the crops. Today, she was in the orchard. They had several different types of trees, every other tree a different type of fruit. She picked the fruit that was ready, taking a bite out of one of the ripe apples she found. As she walked under the sun, she looked around to make sure no one was watching, and took off her outer dress, leaving her in a flimsy, loose white dress. She pulled it up, belting it so it was just above her knees, and continued to pick her fruit.

The dress was loose, and she felt free. As she climbed up one of the trees to reach some ripe fruit, she looked out over the horizon. To the East, she saw a dot on her endless horizon, a dot that was coming toward them. She knew she should tell someone, but she wanted to watch the dot. Alisha abandoned her task and started looking at the dot, focusing on it. It was scary, this unknown dot, moving closer at a glacial pace. Alisha knew of no life beyond her little island, and didn't want anyone interrupting her normal. She jumped down from the tree, pulling her normal dress back on, and running back toward the village. She had to warn someone! That dot would not interrupt her life! It would not interrupt her normal!

Arron was sitting half awake on the crate he would always sit on when in port. He loved the box and whenever he was on it it felt like the world had just melted away. "All hands on deck! Sail's down, all men up top, we sail NOW!" . "Shit" Arron said under his breath before getting up. He heard his name and rushed over to his captain "Mr. Hughes put Ms. Turner down in the cell, un-gag her, and give her this apple, they are pretty damn good. Now lets move people!" "Aye" he said sighing as he took the bag and apple. He rushed down to the cell and opened the bag when he got down to reveal a girl a bit older than him. "I'm so sorry ma'am." he said taking the gag out and he put the apple beside her. He sighed and walked out of the cell and then locked it quickly. "Sorry but I have to keep you in there." he said sadness in his voice. He went up on deck and nodded to the captain. "She's in the cell sir I'm gonna check the guns unless there's something else you need." he said then rushed down to the cannons.

He had no idea why or how he fought so well in battle or why he was drawn to guns but he knew he could do it and that was keeping him and the ship afloat in battle. He pulled out a small rag from ontop of a barrel nearby. It was somewhat clean and it was the only thing Arron would use for the cannons. He pulled a cannon in and began to wipe the interior. It was dusty but that was about it. They crew hadn't had to fight in a long time (of course a long time for Arron is about a week or two) so the cannons weren't that dirty on the outside either so he finished up quickly. He then turned his attention towards his pistol. It was a flintlock revolver a relatively new concept but it worked just fine for his tastes. All the chambers were loaded and the hammer wasn't pulled back yet so he put it back in his holster. He then went to the storage area and checked on the guns that weren't used on a regular basis. A few blunderbuss', some spare flintlocks,and a couple daggers encase of emergency. He smiled happily and checked on every one of them individually to make sure they were okay. It usualy took the whole trip to do and he was happy to do it.

Alice tried to scream for her from inside the bag but her mouth was gagged tightly and it came out as just a muffled cry. The gag was digging into her gums and it stung when she tried to scream. But still she tried. The bag was small and dark and smelt like they'd found it in the sewers. The material was rough and scratched her bare face, arms and legs where her dress had ridden uncomfortably up. She fought to get out of the bag but the man was strong and Alice didn't even stand a chance.

Frankly, she was still in shock. She'd always wanted adventure and fun and the thrill of defying her parents to be her own person, but this was in no way what she had in mind. God knows what they were going to do to her or even where they were taking her. And she'd heard the gun shot. Her father was dead... That pirate had killed her father. At that thought, tears sprung into the corners of her eyes. She blinked fiercely. Alice Mary Turner never cried. She screamed and shouted and got angry at people, but she never ever cried. Crying was for those women like her mother who prance around society hosting dinners and batting their eyelids at any man with a sack of gold. And Alice Mary Turner was certainly not one of those women.

She heard her captor give a whole load of instructions, none of which made much sense to Alice. But there was one bit she picked out. "Mr. Hughes put Ms. Turner down in the cell, un-gag her, and give her this apple, they are pretty damn good. Now lets move people!"

An apple? And apple in exchange for all this?! She began to struggle more violently than ever as she felt herself being transferred to the shoulder of another man; Mr. Hughes, supposedly. Alice considered herself pretty strong for a girl of her size and age but against these men she was hardly able to even put up a fight. She screamed again, but it seemed to have no effect either.

She felt the bag being dumped, albeit carefully, for a pirate, on a hard wooden floor. Quickly, the bag was opened and her surroundings revealed. The floor was wooden and she hear the swoosh of water under it as the boat rocked gently on the water. Above her, the roof was wooden too and she could hear footsteps, running hurriedly back and forth above her. She could still hear the captain's voice, continuing to give urgent orders. He sounded slightly panicked. Ha, Alice thought, he should do! Her father would never let them get away with this! In front of her were lots of metal bars, close together, stretching from the floor to the ceiling. There was a small gate right in the middle, her escape route! But the pirate she'd been given to by the captain was stood in the gate, blocking her.

"I'm so sorry ma'am," the pirate said apologetically. To be fair to him, he did sound genuinely sorry but Alice was far too angry by now to care. She'd been kept gagged and bagged for the last half an hour whilst dragged and pushed around by pirates who clearly cared very little about the fact that her hair was now completely messed up, so they were bloody well going to hear what she had to say.

"Oh you will be when you let me out of this cell!" she shot back angrily.

He simply sighed, locked the door and began to walk away from her. "Sorry but I have to keep you in there."

"Don't you walk away from me!" Alice shouted after him. Now she was really mad, "I am talking to you! Let me out right now! You can't do this! I want to speak to the captain! Bring him here right now! Do you know who my father is?!" she broke of in shock before continuing softly, "Was..."

Alice had never cared much for her self-obsessed, socially climbing mother. But she'd loved her father. They'd been close and he'd meant a lot to her.

"Let me out!" Alice screamed again bitterly, although the pirate was long gone and no one could hear her any more. She screamed in anger and hurled the apple at the wall. It smashed against it and the apple exploded into hundreds of little pieces that scattered across the floor. The juice ran down the wall in little drips, splashing to the floor.

Joesph came down the stairs, clunking his feet the way down as he turned to the holding cell. With a sigh Joesph took of his bandana and ruffled his hair. He pulled up a stool on the outside of the cell and sat there looking at Alice. She probably didn't recognize him from their childhood, sure back then he was just as dirty but even Joesph knew he had changed. He pulled all three of his pistols and set them on the floor behind him, he undid his sword and laid it with them. With a big sigh he looked back at her.

"I remember the first time John, your father, brought me in. It was pouring, like a ocean on land. I was living in a alley, someone left a big wooden crate around and I was using it as a roof. He told me that there was no way he could leave me out there, he was going to drag me back home if he had to." Joe nodded as he stared away into space and then looked back at her.

He stood up and kept looking at her, "We will keep you here for ransom, you be a good little girl and we'll let you walk around deck. It's been great seeing you again dear. Must go, make sure the royal fleet isn't on our tale yet. If you need anything Mr. Hughes will help you."

Setia was sat in a tree admiring birds singing along to them.

Maverick/Jessie
Maverick jumped up as soon as he hear the captain’s voice making sure everyone was at their post doing what was necessary, to get them sailing.

“Get your nose out of the book and pull that anchor up!” he called t Jessie who was reading lounged n a few crates on the deck of the boat eating his apple.

“You got it boss man.” He smirked as he started to reel the anchor in. For a small guy he was pretty fast at it. As soon as the anchor was out of the water he quickly started getting the sails into place. After his work was done he grabbed a drink before sitting lounge back in his spot, waiting for more orders.

Maverick simply rolled his eyes, he nodded to his captain when he told him to set sail so he could speak to their guest. They always had captives and he was used to it, but there seemed to be something different about this girl, her voice seemed so familiar. He ignored the thought, he didn’t care much about the captives in the first place.

“So what’s the deal with the new one?” he said casually as he lend against the wood railing of the boat watching Arron clean the equipment. Everything seeming to calm down a bit seeing as they were a bit always from the Spanish docks now.

Awen/Enapay
Awen sat at the river bank as she braided her long brown hair to one side. She could no longer stand being in the village her father continued to lecture her on how marrying Tecumseh, the best warrior in the village would be best for her. She let out a loud frustrated noise as she watched the fish swim slowly and then dart around her feet quickly trying to avoid them. She smiled lightly trying to get her mind off of the morning’s events. She stood up brushing off her brown dress she had made herself. She made her way under the large willow tree where her horse waited for her. She ran her hands from his back all the way up to his neck. The horse softly nudged her as she kissed his nose.

“I always know where to find you sister.” Her brothers voice called from behind her. She sighed as she turned to face him. “You know father is only looking out for you and Tecumseh is a good man.” He smiled as he walked over to his sisters horse petting it.

“You’re only saying that cause he is your best friend.” She rolled her eyes.

Enapay looked at his sister for a moment giving her a small smile “Well that may be part of the reason.” He laughed. “But Awen, you know it is your choice in the end.” He said calmly. “Now come, we have to get back to camp.” He said as he started to jog back to the village. Awen jumping on her horse, bareback as she headed back towards the village.

Arron calmly went through the weapons inspecting everyone of them with caution not to miscalculate. He was checking a sword on how sharp it was when he heard Maverick. “So what’s the deal with the new one?” Arron shrugged and put the sword back. "Not sure mate " he said calmly. It was like being around a different person if he had a weapon in his hand. His anxious timid attitude disappeared whenever he got a gun or sword in his hand and transformed him into the cool under pressure gunner he was promoted to.

"She seems extremely pissy if you ask me but then again she was put into a bag and brought to a ship and put in a cell. " he laughed a bit then grabbed a flintlock. He looked it over a bit then handed it to Maverick. "Could you please see if this still works the flint might be worn out. Just fire it off a couple times and that should tell. " he said calmly then went back to the rest of the guns.

Alice looked up at the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Finally! Maybe someone was coming to let her out!

"About time too!" Alice said angrily. "You can't just leave me here, you-"

She was cut off by the captain. He sighed, ruffling his hair. There was something strangely familiar about that gesture, but she couldn't place her finger on it. Pulling up a stool, he laid his weapons out behind him and sighed again, meeting her eye.

"I remember the first time John, your father, brought me in. It was pouring, like a ocean on land. I was living in a alley, someone left a big wooden crate around and I was using it as a roof. He told me that there was no way he could leave me out there, he was going to drag me back home if he had to."

Alice couldn't help but let a small smile creep onto her lips. That was her father, always trying to help out others, much to her mother's utter disgust. There it was again, another flash of memories but she still couldn't work it out. This man obviously knew her father, and presumably her. Alice was sure she knew him but she had no idea where from.

He stood up. "We will keep you here for ransom, you be a good little girl and we'll let you walk around deck. It's been great seeing you again dear. Must go, make sure the royal fleet isn't on our tale yet. If you need anything Mr. Hughes will help you."

"Wait-" Alice said. A whole host of sharp remarks and sarcastic insults raced through her mind, but none would help her now. As much as she hated this man, a question would help her more than an insult. She had a very short temper, but somehow she managed to rein it in to ask this. "You talk like you know me. You seem... Familiar. So who the hell are you?"

Alisha saw the prince and princess by the river, and ran up to them. Respectfully, she knelt on one knee, looking up at them both.

"Something odd is on the horizon, my prince. A dot, I can't quite make it out yet, but it seems to be some sort of water creature coming towards us," She let her eyes hit the ground again, knowing it was improper for her eyes to linger to long on the royals, unless it was a special occasion. Alisha looked back up, looking for any sense of listening in their eyes. "Please, my prince, you must warn your father. The something is odd, and coming directly at us. I feel ill when I look upon it, as if it brings something black to our world..." Alisha once again let her eyes fall, and she stood. "I shall return to work," She said, backing away slowly. When she was a respectful distance, she bowed, turned, and walked back toward the orchard.

“Alright, Alright.” Maverick smirked getting a very bad Idea but going with it as he took the flintlock from Arron. Casually walking over to where Jessie had fallen asleep shooting the gun off a few time next to him. Causing Jessie to practically jump of his skin.

“Works great!” Maverick smirked

“WHAT THE HELL!” Jessie yelled throwing his half eaten apple at the Lieutenant.

Maverick laughed as he walked back over to Arron tossing him the gun. “Any other guns you won’t me to test maybe I’ll actually hit Jess this next time. He could use it” he said as he made his way to the cells where they were keeping the new captive under the deck. The moment he saw her he knew exactly who it was Her amber eyes, blonde hair and fair skin...it was Alice Turner. His best friend growing up, he was a few years older and he would always tease her.

He walked over to the captain standing next to him looking at the girl before smirking “Oh God, how did you manage to get yourself in this mess Princess?” he said calling her by the nickname he had given her back when they were kids.

Pay looked to the young girl who knelt at his feet listening to what she had to say before glancing back to his sister.

“Alisha, are you sure of this?” he asked looking to her

Awen jumped off her horse as she followed after the girl once she had left. Calling her name finally catching up to her grabbing her arm gently taking both of her hands into her looking into her eyes seeing the fear in them.

“Alisha, take me to where you saw this. I must see for myself.” She said worried for her tribe “Pay, go and warn father. I’ll find Setia.” She sighed as she and Alisha headed back to the fields. He nodded as he hopped onto her horse kicking it's sides gently as the horse took off at a dead run past the two girl toward the village.

"I'm.." Joesph put his bandana back on and glanced back at her, "I'm just a pirate, just a pirate..." He walked back up and took a walk through the deck, making sure everyone was keeping their job straight. He headed back up to the wheel and releaved the man at the wheel. He sailed over the waves, supprised to not see a trace of any ship after them. Sure they had a reputation but after what he pulled. He would at least expect a scout after him, it was strange. He nodded at Maverick as they started sailing west. After a few hours it was sun down and the coast was far from sight. Everything seemed to be calm now as he called over one of the hands to take hold of the wheel for the night and keep them on line.

Joesph walked up next to Maverick as he nodded at him. "Sorry bout having to take off so fast, I know you don't like leaving on short notice. As you can see there was a conflict." Joesph took off his bandana and ran his hand through his hair like he always did when he was stressed. "She's Alice, Alice Turner, yea that Alice. She doesn't seem to know that I'm me, christ it's been years since we've seen each other. I tried to ask John for a loan, he wasn't up for it. I don't know, I lost it, I saw Alice and I just grabbed her. I've changed Maverick, I started all of this because I wanted a easier life for me, my friends, my family, and here I am, holding a girl that was like a sister to me hostage, for money!" Joesph shook his head as he looked out into the golden horizon. "Let's keep it that she doesn't know who I really am OK? I can't handle that now. We're going to be sailing for a long time and I need someone to watch the night shift of people, you up for it old friend?" Joe patted his back as he turned putting his bandana back on and walking up to a tired Arron, "You're releaved for the night. I want you on mornings with me." Joesph tossed him a ring of keys as he walked towards his cabin. "Let Ms. Turner out and show her to a bunk, she won't be a bother, she just needed a breather. Your going to be her best friend while we're out her. Maverick! Wake me at dawn." With that the captain closed the doors on his cabin and locked them, knowing only Maverick would have the key to it. He stripped to his boxers as he ran his hand through his hair once again and laid down on his bed.

Alisha took the princess to the tree, helping her climb up and pointing to the dot on the horizon. "There, and it's gotten closer since I left to find you! What is it, princess?" She asked, holding the princess by her back to make sure she didn't fall. She was certain this was against the rules of her society, having the princess high up in an apple tree, looking out at some mysterious dot on the horizon. She was certain, as well, that she'd get in a lot of trouble for not finishing the harvesting she was told to have done by sunset.

Alisha focused on the dot on the horizon, certain it was coming to them to kill them. "Princess, just so you know, I'll protect you and your sister with my life if that's what it comes to with this...monster," She said, picking her word for the dot carefully. She couldn't have been gone an hour, maybe two, looking for them, and already the dot was larger, and darker.

Maverick listened to his captain “You know I’m with you no matter what Joe, but I know Miss Turner’s family personally, we have to be carefully with her.” He said casually before agreeing to stay up for the night and watch over the crew. “Dawn it is cap.” He smirked as he sat on some crates eating an apple he looked to Arron “Well go get her boy!” he smirked “She’s got fight, I’m sure she’s coming after me.” He rolled his eyes knowing exactly how she was.

Jessie laughed “Ha, Arron’s got wench dutie!” he said fixing the sails.

Aaron sighed when he was told his orders. "Aye" he said. He looked at Jessie and rolled his eyes."Yes I'm in charge of the one woman on this ship and your dealing with anchors and sails. Clearly you have the upperhand here my friend." He put the gun away and made his way to the cells. He looked at the girl happily, his smile was geniune and wanted to follow orders as he was told. "Let Ms. Turner out and show her to a bunk, she won't be a bother, she just needed a breather. Your going to be her best friend while we're out her.". He pulled the keys out and opened the door and walked over to the girl. "Hello again miss." he said "Looks like the captain said you're allowed to roam the ship a bit and he assigned me to show you around a bit." he held his hand out to help her up.

He didn't want to come off as a brute like most of his crewmates were but he also didn't want to come off as a weakling. He nodded to the woman and smiled again. "It's alright I don't bite." he said lauging sightly.

Awen looked at the dot it was something, but whatever that something was wouldn’t be here for a few days at least…she hoped.
She glanced to Alisha “You’re so sweet, but let’s hope there will not be a need for that” she smiled casually.

“Awendela, What are you doing up there! You’re going to get hurt.” Tecumseh voice was loud and strong as he moved in front of Alisha to help Awen. But, she didn’t use his help. “Alisha, you should have never…”

“Tecumseh, I am fine.” She said cutting him off and stepping in front of Alisha. “I asked her to help me into the tree.” She said looking straight at him.

“Where is this dot?” Enapay interrupted. The men of the tribe looking at the unknown dot for a while trying to figure it out though it getting dark before they could come to a conclusion. “We shall all retire for the evening and not let this bother us for now, let us men worry about this.” Enapay spoke to everyone who had gather, he was a natural like his father.

“Come on Alisha.” Awen smiled to her as they walked back to the village together.

Alisha was absolutely offended by his last comment. "Men aren't the only ones who can handle things," she said under her breath, looking at the ground. "My princess, I would be glad to come back to the village, but I still have work to do. I will return when it is finished," She bowed low, in respect, and returned to her work with the fruit. She knew this was something to worry about, and she knew she could handle it as well as any man. As she watched the group walk back to the village, she merely continued her work, singing in their native tongue, and glancing up every so often to watch her little dot as it seemed to grow like the moon in the sky. The dot would be upon them by the end of the coming week, if they were lucky to get that time...

"I'm.. I'm just a pirate, just a pirate..."

Alice watched him for a second or two. He was lying. She definitely knew him. Now she just had to figure out how. He obviously knew her father personally and their relationship had meant more than just the men her father did business with. Finding out might give her leverage.

Another man appeared behind the captain, studying her. There was also a familiarity to him too. For god's sake, did she know everyone on this ship?! Was it some big conspiracy by all the people she knew but couldn't quite place. 

“Oh God, how did you manage to get yourself in this mess Princess?”

With that they both left. Alice's mind raced for an angry, sarcastic insult about them leaving her. But she was frozen. His voice echoed in her head, 'Princess'. He'd called her Princess. Other people had used that name for her before in reference to her status and general demeanour. But none said it the way he did.

It was Maverick. Maverick; the boy who'd teased her when he mother had put her in a pink dress and did her hair. Maverick; the boy who'd taught her to play cards and tie a fisherman's  knot, even though she hadn't been very good at it. Maverick; the boy who'd she'd exchanged promises, when they were both just ten, that they'd be friends forever.

"Oh," she said softly, too stunned to come up with anything more creative.

It didn't feel like long before someone came to see her again but Alice had been so wrapped up in the past that it could easily have been much longer.

The man from before who'd brought her down here originally, Aaron, she was sure he was called, descended the stairs with a friendly smile. "Hello again miss."

"Aaron..." she said, showing him she'd caught his name.

"Looks like the captain said you're allowed to roam the ship a bit and he assigned me to show you around a bit."

He offered her a hand to help her up. When she didn't take it he continued. "It's alright I don't bite."

"Are you sure about that?" her voice was suddenly serious. "I didn't think you'd help kidnap a young, defenceless girl, but you managed that. So I don't know what you will and won't do..."

She let it hang in the air as she held his gaze. She stood up slowly by herself, refusing to take his hand.

But before he could respond, Maverick appeared on the stairs beside him. She heard him throw a comment about her towards Aaron but Alice wasn't going to give him chance to just smirk and her and saunter off this time. She was going to tell him exactly what she thought right now.

"And Maverick, I didn't think you'd help kidnap your oldest friend, but you managed that," she shot at him sharply.

Maverick sighed looking to Jessie “I better go help Arron, knowing her she’ll pull something over on the poor kid.” He shook his head as made his way down the stairs to under the deck. “She give, you any trouble yet?” he smirked

He glanced to her when he heard his name before giving a loud chuckle “I didn’t kidnap you that was all Cap’s idea, I had nothing to do with that.” He smirked “You complain too much for me.” He teased “By the way you look good without the pink bows and dress” he smirked a cocky smirk glancing to Arron “Don’t let this one foul you” he said in a serious tone. “Personally I think she needs to walk the plank” he said glancing back to the blonde. “Please be nice to Arron, he’s a god guy your lucky you’re not stuck with Jess taking care of you.” He yawned “It’s going to be a long night I’ll be up top if you need anything, Have fun Kid” he laughed as he headed back up.

Aaron was slightly displeased with the remark she made against him. After Maverick explained a bit of what had happened to the girl. Maverick didn't seem very fond of the girl and by Aaron's view she wasn't being very nice to him either. “Don’t let this one foul you. It’s going to be a long night I’ll be up top if you need anything, Have fun Kid." Aaron was about to shout. He knew he had a job to do and he was going to do it accordingly but he couldn't help but feel like someone else could do this better.

He looked back at the girl and sighed." Come on " he said starting to go down the corridor which lead to the bunks. He moved around and found one of the beds that was currently empty (treason). He fixed it up a bit making everything look halfway decent. He turned to the girl "This is your bed Ms. Uh Turner is it ?" he rubbed the back of his head slightly embarrassed.

“I didn’t kidnap you that was all Cap’s idea, I had nothing to do with that. You complain too much for me." Alice hissed under her breath angrily. That boy just didn't know when to hold his tongue; didn't when they were kids, still didn't now.

“By the way you look good without the pink bows and dress,” he smirked cockily.

Alice didn't miss a beat. "Thanks. Wish I could say I like how you've changed too but the pirate outfit is even worst on you than that purple woolly jumper your mother bought you for Christmas when you were eight..."

Maverick turned back to Aaron. “Don’t let this one foul you. Personally I think she needs to walk the plank."

His eyes flicked back to Alice and she caught a glimmer of the boy she used to know in them again. “Please be nice to Arron, he’s a god guy. You're lucky you’re not stuck with Jess taking care of you.”

"I'll try my best..." she replied, with a look that clearly meant the opposite of the words leaving her mouth.

He yawned, looking back at Aaron again, “It’s going to be a long night, I’ll be up top if you need anything. Have fun, Kid.” With that, Maverick was gone.

Aaron sighed, looking back at Alice. "Come on." He lead her down a corridor to a row of bunks before stopping in front of an empty one and rearranging it. "This is your bed Ms. Uh Turner is it ?"

"It's Miss," Alice said sharply before sighing. "No, it's Alice." So far, Maverick had shown no interest in her. Which, although she hated to say it, had hurt Alice. The Captain refused to tell her how she knew him and, from what she'd heard, the rest of the crew were worse than these two put together. Aaron had been the only person who'd shown any care or compassion for Alice since she'd been dragged onto this ship. She needed someone on her side or god knows what would happen to her. And, the more she could persuade Aaron to care about her, hopefully the more jealous this would make Maverick and he might finally crack. And then maybe she'd figure out who the Captain was too. She needed Aaron's help, and the best way to get it was by being nice, no matter how much in pained her to do...

She paused. "I... I don't have anything to wear to sleep in... And, I need to know if the Captain killed my father..."

Aaron looked back at the girl and nodded. "Very well Alice." She was starting to be nicer but still had the slightest bit of sass in her voice as if she wanted something. "I... I don't have anything to wear to sleep in... And, I need to know if the Captain killed my father...". Aaron thought for a moment then began to speak again. "Well as for clothes there isn't much around. I mostly sleep in my regular clothes and we don't have much to make any new ones, sorry. when we get to port I'll see if I can get you something. As for your father I doubt he's dead. The captain won't usually kill someone unless there's something to it or they have had it coming." he shrugged. "I'm gonna say he's alive and probably looking for you."

(OOC:sorry writers block)

The few seconds he thought for were agonising for Alice. Silently, without letting it show on her face, she began to panic. He wasn't answering because he didn't want to admit to a girl he was holding captive that his boss had murdered her father. He probably didn't want to have to deal with a crying girl, Alice thought bitterly. But she wouldn't cry. She began to steel herself for his admittance of her lovely father's death. Not one tear would leave these eyes, she silently promised herself. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction.

"Well as for clothes there isn't much around. I mostly sleep in my regular clothes and we don't have much to make any new ones, sorry. when we get to port I'll see if I can get you something," he said. But his words might as well never have left his lips. All Alice wanted to hear was about her father.

"And my father?" her tone was slightly faster and her pitch higher than she intended. She silently scolded herself for it.

"As for your father I doubt he's dead. The captain won't usually kill someone unless there's something to it or they have had it coming. I'm gonna say he's alive and probably looking for you."

"I heard a gunshot," Alice said blankly. "He told my father he'd kill me if he sent anyone after me and then he shot him..." Alice widened her eyes in what she hoped looked like innocence and fear. She had to know.