(A/N: If it's a bit long, tell me so I can get rid of the useless stuff)
Skylla was still counting her lucky stars for what happened last night, if it wasn't for the rum and the hangover Kirkland gotten it could have been horrible for Skylla after all. The men who were not entirely hungover were loading all the gold they gotten from a nearby ship. "OK, we need to be very careful and not let Arthur find out..." Gilbert was whispering to the crew as they unloaded, "Not Let Kirkland find out what?", Skylla whispered beside him. She made him jump then he came back to composure, he explained supposedly the heading they followed was false, he was drunk, and the island of gold was not real. Lucky for him they stole from a ship that was discovering gold in Africa and so Gilbert lives another day. "Yeah I would probably kill you for that.", Gilbert and Skylla turned around to see a very hungover captain trying to stand straight. Skylla just shook her head and walked off to start her kitchen duty leaving the poor albino pirate to defend himself.
Once she got to the kitchen she heard that bone chilling laugh from the time she was taken; she froze in place, knowing it wasn't a good sign. " Fred, Jeremy, did you convince the rest of the crew?". His voice sounded off to her, like it is faked, "Yes Mr. Lane." they both responded, "Good, now remember, lock him up and after the ship is cleared we burn it.". He chuckled and even his chuckle was errie. "A good captain always goes down with the ship.", Skylla heard Jeremy sounded unsure along with Fred. "What is it?", Jeremy stammered until Fred contributed his thoughts about the plan. "Well do we need to burn the captain alive? He'll be surrounded by water and no land in sight.." Jeremy got his words back, "That's right. Also what will happen to Skylla?".
Mr. Lane thought for a while and chuckled again, " Her sisters will take care of her if I don't do it for them. Now anymore dumb questions?". Fred and Jeremy went back to their drone sounding voices, " No sir.", "Good, now wait for my signal." Skylla heard Mr. Lane stepping away leaving the kitchen then Fred and Jeremy coming to the stairs. Acting sly and quick she went to the top of the stairs as if she was just coming down and greeted them, " Hello." She said normally. Both of them stammered a reply and hurried up the stairs. 'Those two..I'll keep an eye out for them. Obviously they don't want to do it. But who is this Mr. Lane and why does he sound odd?'
Skylla pondered the whole time cleaning, " Oliver, can you help me with the dishes please?". The boy came running eagerly, "Yes ma'm". Skylla grew fond of him being so helpful and kind. He is a bit shy and some what awkward like the first time he handed her the clothes she wears but he has grown comfortable since. " Thank you so much!" she praised him, he is the only one besides Fred and Jeremy that Skylla can talk to and let her feelings show bit by bit. Oliver was still young but was as handy as any man on the ship.
When they both got done their chores it was late sunset as they enjoyed the view scrubbing away the deck. Skylla found her thoughts drifting and mind listening to the sea's song of crashing and seagulls calling until he snapped her out of it. "Are you alright?", " Oh sorry, I was listening to the sea." she said calmly, Oliver looked at her confused as Kirkland was walking out talking to Gilbert as they they over heard. " Why do you listen to the sea?, Skylla pondered for a moment. " It reminds me of home." Skylla had sincerity and melancholy in her voice; Oliver continued with questions. "You mean that village?", she simply shook her head. "No my real home. I use to live on an island. One side all nice and tropical and the other a winter delight. A huge land with two other sister islands"
She started to reminisce all the good times her oldest sisters and her had on the island, all the flora and fauna. From the fight clubs in the more colder regions to wonderful jungles. "Then what happen?" she turned to see an audience of some of the crew, all eager listening. She didn't notice the captain silently listening in with Gilbert and went on with her stories.
"And there it was, a legendary cliff that only a few knew where it was deep in the jungle. In the winter when the sun sets the waves crash so high it looks like a stairway to the moon!" she got up to emphasize the waves moving away from the crowed in delight and for once feeling happy.
She got up dancing gracefully as she told the next part of her story, "And when they did, glass bottles and crystals hanging there from other people sounded like wind chimes in that summer breeze, the melody was moving to any person who heard. Legend of hearing them you find the one you love.." She laughed with the crew as she opened her eyes from her story "Obviously it was a legend." and stopped promptly to find emerald eyes staring at her intensely giving off a slight smile, so subtle, she almost missed it. When he noticed he looked away and scoffed showing pink in his cheeks as if still drunk. Skylla's eyes widen when she noticed he was watching her dancing, then the calm evening's sun over the horizon fully sank and a new color pallet in in the sky was taking form for the coming storm.
"My, that was a lovely distraction." a feminine voice said in the wind, this made Skylla uneasy and looked to the crew. Some were looking at her strangely and Arthur looked puzzled. " Distraction??", Skylla returned his look, "What?". Arthur walked forward to her, "That voice said something about a distraction,", he grabbed her roughly on the arm bending it back behind her "Now tell me what are you planning?". Oliver looked furious yet strangely calm, "Let her go Arthur. And Olivia get down from there so we can get this over with."
A shadowy descended from the crow's nest in a jolly roger mask and a trench coat. The feminine voice giggled in delight obeying the order, the figure removed the coat and mask to reveal a freckled girl with short red hair. Everyone was shocked except Oliver and Skylla, mummers from the crew consisted of her being dead overboard and thinking she was a boy. "Olivia? Explain to me what is happening this instant!", Olivia turned to Arthur, "Shut up you washed up sea sausage! Why would we explain if your not gonna live?". "Now Olivia we shouldn't being as rude to him" , Oliver addressed to her while motioning his hand to the crew to move, "Now Arthur, I won't say this again...Let. Skylla. Go." He pronounced every word in more fury than the last staring his blue eyes right into Arthur's emerald. The evening's delight has turned into a dangerous storm.
