Captain Dusty sighed, slightly adjusting his captain's hat as he begrudgingly looked out into the sea past his ship.

I knew I should've just stayed in me bed today. He sighed, both in boredom and in nice thought at how comfy his bed was. Of course, he also recoiled at the thought of how he awoke: To the smell of seawater as it splashed into his shiproom window and guzzled into his nose.

But even that was better than this boredom.

Yep, me hearty Dusty, he thought to himself. This was just another day at the sea.

The boring, blue sea.

        Nothing, except waves.

        And tides.

        Fish..

        Girls...

Dusty stopped, furrowing his brow. "Wait a clamming minute."

Dusty looked into the water again. Laying on a rock, he saw a tangle of seaweed, greener than shining emeralds. But that wasn't the interesting part. The interesting thing was what they were covering.

Under the seaweed was a pink-skinned girl, with hair of green and lime, her eyes closed, breathing calmly. Why she was there, he didn't know the reason.

So, the curious one he was, Dusty ran towards the edge of the ship, grabbing a lifesaver ring, and jumped into the ocean, swimming towards the girl as fast as he could (which wasn't really all that fast; he was a pirate, not a pro swimmer).

In a few seconds, he managed to grab onto the rock which the girl lay. He looked into her face. Her eyes were still closed, and her breath was still calm as ever. Quite a pretty face, he thought. His mind then wandered to when he last had a date...

Before that thought could manifest further, Dusty turned his thoughts to the seaweed wrapped around his lady.

Dusty, ever thoughtful, decided to cut it free. With that, he grabbed his pocket knife, and began to make a tear in the weed.

Suddenly, he stopped. Hold on a mere moment.

He took a small glance under the seaweed. he immediately closed it back up, his face now redder than a ruby.

Dusty gulped. Somethin' tells me beardy self that I just found me some booty. His face reddened even more. Quite literally.

His hormones beginning to rush to a place he would rather not think of, his eyes glanced down to where the girl's mentioned, erm, body part, lay, stilled wrapped under ocean plant, but still round.

It has been a while. And...the fair lady be asleep.

A nervous smile began to creep up Dusty's face as his arm slowly began to advance toward her behind.

"One little feel couldn't hurt her, now..."

That was the last thing Dusty said before he blacked out.....

Lemon slowly sat up, shaking her hand, as it kind of hurt punching that pirate's lights out in one hit.

"There's yer feel for ya, matey," She said half-smirk, half-sneer.

With that, she cut herself free using the pirate's knife, took the pirate's clothes (leaving, of course, the undergarments), and climbed aboard the polished wooden ship.

She took a good look around. It was actually a pretty nice boat. Solid oak. She stomped against the floor and patted the sides a few times. Sturdy.

She then looked up at the sail. Black with a white skull and crossbones. Edged across the back of the sail were the words:

Dusty's Pirate Ship. Warning: Dusty's Pirate Ship. Property of Dusty. Do Not Touch Except For Dusty.

Unless yer a mermaid. Then you can touch me ship, and me booty, all you like.

Lemon gaped at the message.  Then, without another thought, she walked up to the sail, and, with her naked might, ripped off the sail with one sweep.

"The first to go on my new ship."

Lemon adjusted her newfound belt on her newfound oversized pants until it (somewhat) fit around her waist. Man, this dude was huge! She then sneered, remembering his sail message. No wonder the guy didn't have a girlfriend.

Then, the belt the best it could be, Lemon looked at herself in the mirror. The pants weren't the only things that were big. Her new white cotton shirt hung over her like drapes, going down almost to her knees. That wasn't all, though. The collar was so low, it exposed much of her chest for everyone to see.

Lemon grimaced. I've already done that a bit too much recently. She shuddered at the thought of what those Dogs were doing with the thought of her dressless.

Her new boots were also too big, feeling really floppy on her tiny female feet. Not only that, they kinda smelled.

Lemon decided to look around for anything that might be smaller. She walked all around the captain's quarters until she came to a big unlocked chest.

She opened said chest, and gazed into what lay in it. In it were several garments, of all shapes and sizes. On the bottom of the lid was another message: Clothes stolen by me.

Lemon smiled, rubbing her palms together. I just found me some treasure!

Now this was much better, Lemon thought to herself, putting on her new outfit.

She looked in the mirror once more, and smiled. Her whitish-green top fit her like a glove, and was tied at the collar so that no more body parts could be exposed, and tucked in her pants and belt. Her striped brown and orange pants were still a little big, but now more of a stylish big. Like disco pants.

She also managed to find some nice dark-brown leather boots for her small feet. However, not from the chest. She had noticed them underneath the captain's bed, with another message:

In case Elizabeth Swann comes back.

The name sounded familiar to Lemon. Maybe from a movie. She did know one thing, though: that girl is probably not coming back.

Lemon put that thought away as she continued to look at her new pirate portrait. However, she felt that something was missing to complete this.

She put a finger on her chin, looking through the chest some more. Then, at the very bottom, she found something of interest.

At the bottom, she found two things: a very nice-looking standard pirate's hat, but light blue instead of brown, and a dark-green pirate trench coat, with whitish green trim color to match her shirt.

These are perfect! Lemon was filled with glee as she put on the pirate hat and slipped on the coat.

She jumped in front of the mirror once more. Now we're talking! She began to strut her pirate stuff, looking at each awesome angle as if she was a model, and the mirror was a cameraman.

But, then, she felt a slight itch at the back of her neck. Frowning, she reached around, and scratched her neck.

Her hands, however, scratched unto something else. A piece of paper, of sorts. Lemon groaned, bringing the paper around. Another note. She opened up the crumpled paper and read:

For when I finally go on that diet :)

Lemon shrugged and threw the paper into a corner. At least he tried. Now, I've got me some threads

With that, Lemon, smiling her best pirate smile, let out a mighty, "Yaaaaarrrrggh!!"

She stomped out the quarters, stroding towards the wheel of the oak ship, took its handle and began to steer.

She began to sing a mighty pirate shanty:

Yo ho, yo ho a pirate's life for me.

We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot,

Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.

We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot,

Drink up me 'earties, yo ho.

Yo ho, Yo ho, a pirate's life for me!

As she sailed into the sea, she suddenly remembered: how is she sailing if she took off the sail?

She looked up, and immediately saw a new sail in place. It was a nice, green color, with the image of music notes sprawled around. In the center of it was the spitting image of her headphones.

Lemon looked in awe and confusion. Then, with a grunt, she shrugged.