After seeing Molly blushed, Archibald wondered why she did so and noticed how close he was now that he was propped up on his elbows. The young captain blushed slightly as well and watched her roll off of him and lay down next to him. He sighed after her teasing, but listened to what she had to say afterward. They only had their hands, and neither one had the intention to hurt the other, so when fighting other pirates it would be drastically different in comparison. "Yeah, and I'm pretty sure that we're the only pirate crew out there without any weapons, so even getting on the ground would be like a death wish when fighting others. Speaking of weapons, since nobody knows about us, I say we head to a port town and 'barter' with some of the merchants, see if they have any weapons that they would love to give to us."

Molly looked at him and laughed, "I feel like you are talking something a lot more sinister than bartering..." She looked back to the sky and pursed her lips. She nodded, "It wouldn't be that hard. I mean, if your charisma and my charm don't make them give it up to us. I'm sure that we have enough guys here to threaten their pretty faces."

She laughed again, being a pirate seemed to make you very ruthless. Never once had she even imagined hitting a person for anything other than self defense and here she was lying on a stole ship, suggesting they pummel people for products. She placed her hands on her stomach, "Maybe they'll have a guy who can actually use the weapons and wants to go to the dark side."

"Maybe, but I don't really think that they'll have a swordsman unless it's a pretty big ship. I could be wrong though." He said to her, wondering how different the mainland will be compared to their little isle. He wasn't sure if there would be other pirates there or not, but he was actually hoping that there weren't just so that they could have some more time to get the hang of actually being pirates.

A week later, Archibald went through his morning routine or freshening up slightly and putting on his now normal clothing. It had been a good week for him and the crew, as he fought some more with Molly and talked about things that they would do once they reached the mainland. Several of the crew members had gotten a bit better at fighting, to at least they would be able to stand through a bar brawl if they all kept focus. On a few nights though, the captain had climbed up to the crows nest and simply relaxed. It was peaceful up there, and was a great spot to just relax at. he didn't have to worry about his crew, or about other pirates, or anything for that matter.

Leaving his quarters with a small smile on his face, Archie could just barely see the mainland by squinting out to the horizon, and knew that they would get there by the end of the day.

Molly was sitting at top the mast in the crow's nest. She loved it up there. She had a thing with being up in high places, maybe it was the recklessness in her. She had luckily found some clothing that she managed to cut and alter here and there so that she had something else to change into other than what she left their isle in. She kind of hoped that she could find some money and buy herself something that didn't look like patch work. She wanted to look like a real pirate, like Archibald did, now that he wore the captain's clothes. She heard a door open and looked down below to see Archie walking out on deck. She smiled down at him and cupped her hands around her mouth, "Land Ho!"

It was clear that he was already aware for this, but it excited her. They'd been on the water a week now, discussing what they'd do one they reached land. Now they actually got to the things they were talking about, it excited her.

Looking up after hearing her voice, Archibald smiled at Molly and began to climb up the mast, making his way up to the crow's nest. When he had first caught her up there, he was a little surprised to see that she enjoyed sitting up there as well, but didn't really say anything about it. He kept his eyes focused up at the nest as he got closer to it, and smiled at Molly as he reached her. "We should be reaching land in a few hours." He told her, excitement in his voice as he looked out to the small part of land that they were able to see at the moment.

Molly crossed her arms when he reached the top and joined her in the crow's nest, "Who said I wanted you to come up here?" She said before breaking to a smile. She uncrossed her arms and held onto the railing, looking out to the land before them. She laughed a little, "I might sound funny... I find it weird that we are going to be on solid ground again. It feels as though the past week has made me forget all the years that I walked on ground that didn't rock beneath me."

She giggled a little and pushed her hair our of her face as the wind blew it around. She looked at Archie, "Are you excited?"

"I'm the captain of this ship, and I quite enjoy coming up here." He said with a small smile as quickly told her his reasoning for coming up there. He knew that she didn't mean it in any mean way, and knew that by how she broke into a smile and even laughing a little. She was right though. It would be odd for them to not have the ground beneath them rock back and fourth, and when they stepped on land they might actually rock from side to side out of habit. Archibald nodded to Molly and leaned his back over the railing slightly. "Yeah. It'll be the first time for most of us to be on the mainland, so it'll be weird compared to back on Kingsley."

Molly looked out to the land, "I've never been to the mainland..." She watched as every so slowly it got closer and closer, "I went on my dad's boat with him a lot but we never went to far. We didn't need to. Enough people were buying fish or he'd sell them to merchant..." She shrugged, "This is actually the first time I've left the isle."

She turned around and leant her back against the railing, facing away from the land. She wondered if it would be noticeably closer when she turned back around. She looked at Archie and smiled, "What about you? Ever convince anyone else to make the journey to the mainland?"

Archibald shook his head as he looked at her, almost embarassed to tell her that he had never actually set foot off of the island other than an occasional swim, but that was only once or twice. He wasn't sure what she'd say about him once she heard that the captain, who originally decided to leave the island had never been off of it, even on a boat. "No, I haven't. I haven't even been off the island before. My father worked at the bar and my mother stayed home with my sister..." he sighed as he remembered his sister, knowing that she probably wasn't all too happy with him leaving without a word. He now felt regret for leaving the island, and his face was put in to an immediate frown as he thought of her.

Molly looked at Archie, amazed, her eyes wide. After a moment or two, she threw her head back and laughed. When she slowly managed to quell her laughter, she put her hands on face, rubbing her eyes. With a sigh, her laughing stopped. Her hands remain on her face as she shook her head though. Finally she looked at him, "God... You are a charismatic bastard! You seriously had no plan at all."

A small giggle escaped her lips, surely his friends all knew this about him, and yet they all followed him. Well aware of the fact that he didn't know anything about anything off the isle. Her amazement about how blindly the men were following him grew. She shook her head once more and took a deep breath, "Amazing."

As soon as she called him charismatic, Archibald groaned and looked at her with a deadpan expression. "I'm not charismatic, and it was sheer luck that brought us on this ship. It wasn't because of my 'charisma' or my captaining skills." He didn't see why she always called him charismatic, but he never really bothered to question her about it since it didn't get on his nerves too much. His crew did follow him blindly, though, as they knew that he'd be the one to take the bullet if they weren't successful, and maybe that was why they followed him so willingly, because the captain would always stand before his crew, rather than putting them in the way so that he could make it out safely.

Molly laughed, "Yes, you are!" She looked at him, she didn't get why he kept saying he wasn't. She had more evidence for than he did against. She looked at him, "Yes, it was luck that we got the ship but it was your charisma that got the crew that got the ship. Deal with it! You are Captain Charisma!"

She smiled at him and crossed her arms defiantly, not going to give in on her theory. Just like all the other times before. She grinned on him, "The sooner you accept it, the less it will bug you when I say it."

Archibald sighed in defeat and grumbled incoherently as he looked at her. "Fine, I admit that I do have some affect on the crew, and that I do have some charisma... Happy now?" He looked at her with a small smile. He enjoyed having her around, whether it be teasing him about his charisma and affect on the crew, or sparring, or just about anything. He enjoyed her presence, and thought of her as a good friend. "I don't think that you're going to be saying it any less, huh?"

Molly grinned when he admitted to being charismatic but left her arms crossed. When he asked if she was happy, she nodded and pushed herself off the rail, "Yes, I am, Archibald."

She laughed a little and walked over to the mast, preparing to make the descent. When he asked her if she going to be saying it any less, she laughed more and started to climb down the mast, "Of course, I'm not."

Archibald sighed and smiled lightly, half expecting that answer from her. He would still be a bit aggravated whenever she said that he was charismatic, but he would be less than before, making Molly Right. The young captain stood next to the railing for a few minutes before climbing down at well, ready to get back on land and explore the mainland.

Molly hopped onto the deck below and walked to the front of the ship. She leaned against the railing, looking out to the mainland that was indeed quite closer. She smiled and stretched, before turning around and back under the deck. She walked into the kitchen/dining room. She saw the two men who were made the chefs of the ship were already cooking. She smiled and took a seat at the table. She leaned her chin on her hand as she waited for them to finish cooking.

Getting to the main deck of the ship, Archibald simply stood around and watched as the crew filed out from the lower decks. A few of them had bid their captain a good morning, which he returned to them, and once most of the men were up, he walked over to the kichen and dining room area, where he could smell the food being cooked. He was drawn into the room purely by the smell and suddenly became hungry just because of it. Seeing Molly there as well, he smiled lightly at her and sat down at his own seat, watching as the two chefs brought the food to the table.

Molly was lost in her own thoughts when she saw Archibald take his seat. She pulled herself out of her dream land and straightened. She smirked at him and leaned forward on her elbows, "You know, Captain Charisma, I'm starting to think that you are stalking me."

One of the chefs brought over plates and a moment later the other started to serve food. Molly was grateful, she never at a lot at night, which left her starving in the morning. She took her food happily and started to eat.

Archibald laughed silently as the chefs served the food to everyone at the table. He shook his head softly and looked at her. "It isn't a very big ship, and eating is pretty important." He knew that she was only joking, so he didn't take it seriously. He ate as well, thanking the chefs for cooking meals that were decent and didn't make him want to throw the food overboard.

Molly squinted her eyes, "I dunno," She grinned at him and continued to eat her food. They're best meals were dinner. She was starting to think that they might have working in a pub. Places like that rarely served breakfast. She grabbed some sugar and sprinkle it over her food. She was too hungry to really care. However, she was sure that once she remember what she was missing, she was going to yearn for anything other than these men's bland breakfast. She looked up at Archie, "So, where are we going first when we dock?"