Ward walked down the stairs to the room Skye was sleeping in while she was aboard the ship, "I see you're already awake," he looked at her clothes for a second, realizing that she was still in her nightgown form the night that they had taken her, "do you want a change of clothes?" he asked.

"You have clothes for a girl here?" she asked.

He nodded, "we keep a few articles of clothing here for when it takes longer for the ransom money to come."

She nodded vigorously, she was anxious to get out of this gross nightgown, "yes, I do."

He nodded and turned away, walking up the stairs. He paused and looked at her, "do you want the whole outfit?"

"Of course I want the whole outfit!"

He laughed at how scandalized she sounded, "that's not what I meant, but you asked for it."

He returned a little while later with neatly folded clothes and handed them to her.

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Skye walked confidently onto the deck, satisfied with the way she looked. Who knew she would look amazing as a pirate?

She had gasped when she saw herself in the mirror. Her black leather boots reaching to her knees with tight tan pants, and a white shirt. The shirt had 3/4 sleeves with a low neckline, the part around the middle was tight and resembled a corset, making her cut quite the figure. Next she spotted the jewelry, she eagerly put on the skull and crossbones diamond necklace and golden hoop earrings. Lastly she wrapped the bandana around her head like a headband and put on the provided eyeliner that apparently, nearly everyone on this ship, except for the captain, wore. She liked to call it guyliner.

She looked in the mirror and she hardly recognized herself. She did a full turn and realized something, she looked hot. Sure, she looked pretty in ball gowns and dresses, but this, she wished she could wear it everyday.

When she walked on deck the men stopped singing. She smirked, "as you were." She walked up to Ward, "thanks for the clothes, they're great."

He looked her up and down, "glad they fit."

She laughed, "you aren't the only one."

He laughed, "I apologize for my men, they can be a bit..." he struggled for the right word.

She laughed, "it's ok, I'm used to it."

"I'd imagine so, being the princess and all."

"So," she said as she settled down in the corner, hugging her knees, "where are we off to?"

He sighed, "you just won't give up until I tell you, will you?"

"Nope!" she said, popping the p.

"Come here."

She got up from where she was seated and moved next to him. He pulled her closer and moved his arm forward, so that it was practically around her. He held out a spyglass and she looked through it, "we're heading that way towards those islands."

"I don't see any islands."

"Well they're there, they're just very far. It'll be about two weeks before we get there."

"Two weeks?!" she exclaimed, stepping away from him so that she could look at him.

"Well I'm sorry your majesty, but it can't be helped, there's no way to get there any faster."

"We can just not go!"

"Not possible, it was your mother's dying wish to get you there."

"My mothe-"

"Forget that I said that," he said rushing back down to his quarters.

Skye sat herself down on the deck and hugged her knees, something she was now very familiar with and often went to for comfort, "my mother's not dead. What aren't you telling me?"