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My God! Thought Annabelle Lee, in total consfusion and utter distaste. The girl eyed McCallahan, and became very wary of him. What if he got mad at her? Would he threaten to kill her, just as he did this nice girl!? Suddenly, Annabelle was filled with fear as she looked upon the Captain she once looked fondly upon. "C-Captain!" She said; half in shock and half in fear. She scooted away from him, and looked upon the crushed girl. She looked young- possibly nineteen, or younger! How could he be so cruel? She raised a hand to her chest, and inhaled deeply as she looked upon Aiden with fear. As she looked back to the lovely little girl, her spirits drooped. Annabelle knew it; she could see it in this girl's eyes. This fiesty girl knew that Annabelle had the consumption.

"Wait!" Annabelle screamed, nearly hopping off the bed in attempts to catch the girl. Seeing that she had failed, Anna sighed heavily and returned to her bed. When Zaldeer left the room, it grew tense. Belle refused to say anything. She merely pondered. How could such a gentlemen treat a young girl in such an uncalled for way? When the white-haired woman returned, Annabelle felt compelled to strangle her as she put her hands on McCallahan. Was she jealous? Was it really him who needed the comforting?! Her fists clenched. She wanted to go away. Anywhere. She wanted to get away from this sick crew. How could they be so mean to this child? After all she'd gone through! Annabelle expected the Captain to be exited and joyful at the girl's enthusiasm. Instead he threatened to kill her! Was it in Annabelle's defense? Anger rose in the girl's breast, and she stood- fists clenched.

"I am not a child, Captain. I do not need to be hidden from an innocent girl like her. And I am most shocked that a gentlemen like you-" She pointed to McCallahan. "-would treat a girl with such anger that was in my favor. I may be sickly, but to yell at a girl like that was completely uncalled for and most distasteful. All she wanted was to speak with you, McCallahan. She wasn't trying to kill me." She now directed her attention to McCallahan. "That girl knew I had the consumption. She could have helped." Her eyes flared a bit, and she tried to relax. "I know the severity of what I am saying, but I will suffer the consequences for what I know is right. The both of you should be ashamed." With more anger thriving in her, Annabelle stormed out of the room and over to the corner. Once she was in the corner, she sat down upon some sort of barrell, and crosed her arms. The nerve!

Tia watched Tracey smiling abit, never not even James had tended to her wounds. She had always taken care of them herself, to her this was an amazing moment and only made her wish to be in his arms again stronger.
"Im sure you wont get in to much trouble. It wasnt really your fault, she is not part of the crew yet and you tried to stop her, even though you didnt try to phisically." Tia watched as Penelope had run to the edge of the deck and was now crying."Future pirates these days truly worry me, crying over something like this is quite weak.... Thank you for tending to my wound Tracey, its really nothing for you to have to worry about though." Tia smiled trying not to blush she looked away from him and as she did she noticed another large ship docked at the island.
Without thinking she took her hand from him and walke to the side of the deck that was the other ship.
She looked at it for a moment before turning to Tracey.
"That's no merchant ship, its to ready for battle. This could be a problem. We might want to tell the captain even though he has set the below decks off limits."

The site of Penelope in tears had certainly proved that Aiden's anger had been ferocious enough to get his point across. As the tears continued to stream, the man turned away in an attempt to not go back on his word. The woman was certainly beautiful, dispite her flow of liquid pouring from her eyes. As he turned, he looked towards Annabelle, an expression of grief upon his face. The captain, though at very rare times, could be ferocious, but only when needed. If he could choose to remain in a more pleasureable mood, then he would.

Only when the sound of two pairs of footsteps were proof that both Penelope and Victoria had left the cabin did Aiden growl again and clench his fists tighter. "This day has certainly become something else.." Looking around, the captain had a faint smile upon his face. Through all of the stress, he understood that he was getting a worthy crew and that each experience only let him get to know them better and vice versa. Still somewhat frustrated, despite his cheeky grin, the man took a seat on a box next to Annabelle and then spoke quietly, "I apologise for the tone I-" But the captain was cut short as Annabelle began to screech.

Weary and becoming worn out, the man looked up to Annabelle as she rose, her own fists clenched tight and her expression deadly. Flaming eyes watched her carefully with curiousity as to what she was going to say. Sadly, the man worried both Annabelle and Penelope would both have to leave his ship. As Annabelle spoke, the man felt his blood boiling inside, though he remained calm for her favor. Stepping outside and in Annabelle's direction, the man spoke, "Return to your cabin at once. You will not leave that room under any circumstances. I do not wish for you to contaminate my ship." His voice was stern, though his eyes showed a great deal of worry and regret. "You have been given the choice to return to the isla or remain here. If you wish to remain here, it will be under your Captains terms.." the word captain was stressed.

Hearing the returning footsteps of Victoria and then hearing her begin to speak, the man quickly became quiet. It would certainly be a good choice of his to promote a certain pair of pirates to keep a better order upon his ship. The increased amount of deckhands would need to be both structured and trained somehow. As Victoria spoke, the man watched carefully between the two women. It had seemed that all Victoria said sounded fair and to the point and the man hoped Annabelle would view it in much of the same way. With a slight sigh, the man remained silent, until Victoria finished, apologised and left the area. At a later time, the captain would speak with the other woman.

Aiming to escort Annabelle back to her room as quickly as possible, the man tried to help her up and stand behind her to ensure she did not leave unless she wished to return to the island. Completely unrelated to what he had said earlier, though still needing to be discussed, Aiden spoke again, "I did not protect you from the girl. I was protecting the girl, and all of my crew, from becoming contaminated. It was a risk for me to save your life and bring you upon my ship, Annabelle. My actions are not in anger, but in absolute need. If you can not respect your captain and follow his wishes, then you will need to find another flag to sail beneath." It saddened the man to think that his crew already doubted him. This was not the type of crew he wanted.

Annabelle nodded sadly, tears now coming to her eyes. The Captain's harsh words stung her, and she wished that she would not have said anything in the first place. She rose, and walked back into her cabin. As she saw the way the Captain looked upon Victoria, jealousy knotted up in Annabelle's breast. Even though she was upset, she still felt some feelings for Aiden McCallahan. It seemed apparent that he only liked Victoria; she was perfect, wasn't she? She had beautiful hair, lovely eyes, a great outit, and she didn't have a deadly diesease. Annabelle wanted to apologize to McCallahan so she could restore some honor upon herself, but what could she say? She'd made a fool of herself, and was having strange feelings for a man that was nearly foaming at the mouth with anger for her."Jonathan.." Anna whispered, barely audible between sobs. She flung herself onto the crates she was forced to sleep upon, and wished to God that she did not have the consumption. She wished she was Victoria, that's it.

Once her sobbing had ceased, she wiped her eyes and sniffed, looking upon Captain McCallahan. "I am sorry, sir. I was being a stupid impudent girl, and I should not have said the things I did." Annabelle was frightened now. She wanted so badly to have a say, to say something in the Greek girl's favor. Anything. Nothing came to mind except, "Sir, would you please tell the girl why you were so violent with her? At least she would know that you were trying to protect her from me," She choked on the word 'me,' not believing that she had caused havoc once again. "and not trying to intentionally hurt her feelings. Compromise is a good thing, but-" She broke off again, biting her lip. "I'm sorry, I spoke out of place again." Annabelle said with a bit of remorse to her words. Maybe I should get off this ship. I can't stand being around people who are so cruel to others.. And I should take that poor girl with me. She meant no harm- and yet they treated her as if she were dirt. Captain or not, that was just plain cruel.

Annabelle then realized that she'd said Jonathan's name when she was crying minutes ago. It was true, she still loved him. But would she ever see him again? No, probably not. Besides; he'd hate her once her saw her. She deserted him after all, didn't she? But I miss him... Jonathan wouldn't treat a girl like that. But Jonathan was a human. This Captain is a Dragon-Kin. I suppose it's different. The Viking girl resumed her posture, and with a cream-colored hand, removed a few locks of hair from her face. She also wiped away the remaining crystals of grief that clung to her cheeks. What was she to do? McCallahan didn't even ask for her name! "I'm sorry, too, sir. I'll be sure to call you sir from now on. I'm not worthy enough to call you Captain, and Im sorry for speaking out of place in the girl's favor. If you really thought she was dangerous, than I suppose I should listen to you." Remarked the girl, her faint girlish charm returning to her, as well as the color to her cheeks. Her ruby lips parted as she drew in a deep breath. It would never be the same.

Tracey was relived that the captain didn't seem to deem him incompetent. Responding to the order, he said respectfully, "Yes, sir!" Heading over quickly to the side of the ship that he had climbed up in the first place, he waited for Victoria. Really, he and Tia left quickly and he had no idea who was accepted and who wasn’t, Victoria would be very helpful.

He honestly didn’t want Tia to come along, sure he would rather she not be in danger should the other ship attack. On the other hand, her hand was hurt, climbing ropes would be near impossible not to mention dangerous and undoubtedly very painful. Of course, in the end it was it was her choice.

Moving onto the deck after Aiden, Victoria listened to what the Captain was saying, letting out a single "Aye, Cap'n," before she moved over to Tracey and gave him a nod. "If ye go to the tavern, I'm sure ye'll find pirates destined fer the Auarius there. I'll look 'round the rest o' th' island."

With that, she moved to the end of the ship, hopped on the rail, and left, moving to find the remaining pirates on the island.

Tia cracked a quick smile to Tracey she was so happy with how caring he was about her. "Thanks Tracey." Tia quickly remembered where she was and what going on. Her serious face returned and she turned her eyes back to the captain to await his orders. This was her chance to prove to the captain she was no ordinary deck hand. She was experienced and very ready to move quickly under what could be bad circumstances.
Getting a ship ready under these conditions she had faced once before.
They were diffinatly not ready to fight so they would have to get out silently and quickly. She felt she knew what needed to be done, but she wanted to prove she trusted his dessions and if he so choose he wanted her to go ashore after all she was ready to go.

Penelope sat on the deck, thinking. She knew that what she'd said had came across in a bad way. What she really meant by all thse words was to show that she was a dedicated pirate! I guess I'll have to prove that instead.. Penny sighed, wiped the tears from her face, and stood. As she turned away from the bow, she noticed the Captain above decks. Suddenly, her heart began to beat against her chest. Had he come to skewer her?! No, -with that Penelope sighed in relief- he had come to see the other ship docking not too far off. She whirled around, her long white-blonde hair billowing behind her back. The ship was very large and intimidating; yet it had some sort of aura about it that made the girl smile. She knew right away that the crew and its Captain and the ship itself were pirates. Perhaps they were looking for a crew? With thoughts filling her mind, Penelope turned away from the large ship, arms folded neatly across her breasts. Her sky blue optics glittered in the sun as she pondered what to do. She saw that the Captain was with another woman, holding her hand. Was he a lady's man, eh? No, wait. The woman's hand is bleeding! The Greek girl acted on impulse, and ran over to the woman.

"What happened?" She asked, not expecting an answer. She quickly bent down and ripped a shred of cream-colored fabric off of her dress, and wrapped the woman's hand delicately. Once she was done, she tied the two ends of the shred into a neat bow. Suddenly realizing that she was standing in the presence of the Captain yet again, she began to grow fearful. Slowly, Penelope began to back away. "I-I'm sorry Sir... I just wanted to help. I meant no harm, really. It's just, I do know a lot about dressing wounds." The girl turned to the other woman, and bowed her head in respect. "I am sorry if you did not wish for me to touch you. If it is your wish, I will leave. But," She stated, her confidence growing momentarily. "You will have to soak that in clean water, which I could buy from the tavern. The water will possibly disinfect the cut and stop the bleeding for a while. After you soak it, I will tend to the wrapping. I can also pick up some wrapping somewhere in town. Sir;" She looked to McCallahan. "if you'll allow me." It seemed quite evident to her that the Captain had already began to dislike her. But what could it hurt to try and make the best of herself? She did have some medical experience. When she lived in the palace, she often had to stay with the nurses and doctors during her pregnancy. Since she was very sick during the pregnancy, it was best for her to stay with the health unit to prevent a miscarrige or something along those lines.

When she stayed with them, she often watched their ways of tending to wounds. Slowly but surely, Penelope began to pick up on their techniques and tried to tend to some wounds herself. When she lived by herself on the island for all those years, she suffered many a wound. Luckily, she knew how to tend for herself. Though she had help from others, she usually was able to dress the minor wounds by herself.