"Arrr. Me always thought Mad Jasper needed to be a wee lass... wearing pretty skirts and whatnot. Such a GIRL he is," said Thomas... and then... he looked down. WHERE WAS HIS BEARD?!

Feeling about his chin he let out a sound of DISGUST. A smooth chin he had. What the... he looked down further. WAS HE A GIRL TOO? For real?!

FLAIL!

"Cap'n... wha's this about?" he looked to his Cap'n with a stricken look on his pretty little girl face.

Misha saw Paisley and with adoration, moved her seat closer to him. That was him right and not some RANDOM landlubber that decided to sit on their property?! She eyed him, studying him while he made his way. The girl looked at him. LOOKED AT HIM EVEN CLOSER. When he spoke, she was suddenly screaming with pure glee. "AAHHHHH AHOY ME BUCKO! GLAD TO HAVE YEH BACK, JACK!" She screamed out aloud, almost tipping her chair backwards.

The girl patted him on the back, grinning.

SHE GASPED SO INCREDIBLY LOUD IT ECHOED THE GREAT HALL. "Yer fingers! And me never thought'd ever be brought back from the vast seaaaaaa..." Ohhh Jack! It was easily obvious that even after all these years and years, her powerful feelings for the First Mate hadn't been gone like the wind! Misha suddenly looked at herself. What was she doing? Her comeback? LIKE THIS? SO UNPIRATE-Y?!

No. No. No no no no no.

The girl-lady quickly moved over to Glick, who was ranting on how his whole body changed. "AHAHAHAHAHA. Lookit yeh, mate! A LITTLE LASSIE THAT YEH ARE HEHEHE!" She pounded her hand on the table with laughter, and then she snortled, making "hchchahachahcahahkekekae" sounds from her throat in the loudest manner as possible. Misha pointed to his legs--"OH LOOKIT THAT! YER LEGS! SO CLEAN AND SHAVEN! CHHCAHKCAHKHAR! Oh sink me! Sink me now!"

Misha looked back at her one and only leader, Jack! "Arrghhh, me soul's stuck in this ugly thing! TAKE A LOOKIT ME, JACK!" She desperately said, longing for his attention, "Me wart's gone! Me hairy wart that was almost as treasured as me long, lost booty... Ayyye, me teeth be all pearly whites too! THIS LITTLE LASSIE I'M IN IS THE LANDLUBBER OF ALL LANDLUBBERS..." Then with that said, she leaned over Jack, and whispered right onto that ear of his.

"Ayyyyee the Captain looks miiiiighty suspicious... Taunting us even! This could be yer chance to smaaaartly take over!"

The young man snarled at the first mat, and tugged at his clothing. Why was it fitted so tight!? "Harr! Yer be sent to th' locker for ye gets a piece of our booty!" He tugged at the sleeve of his sweater, successfully ripping it in half at the elbow, and flexed his hand. "Ahh. That be much better."

BUT WHY WHERE HIS ARMS SO SMALL?!?

Sea Dog Foreman burst through the doors of the Great Hall and let out a loud, "Arrgh Mates!" He then started to walk down the pathway to the staff table. On the way to the table he tipped his hat to the Captain and said, "How ye be doing, cousin? Enjoying the big seat?"

Then Sea Dog Foreman hopped over the other side of the table and landed right into his seat. Aye, this was the Pirates Life... what were all the landlubbers in Red, Yellow, Green, and Blue looking at? They were dancing on the line of getting their pretty heads beat in. "What ye lookin' at? Ain't you ever seen a pirate before?"

While the others jabbered about, Barnabus caught his reflection in the goblet. Handsome man. Looks good wearin' me hat. He smiled. Good set o' teeth. Very white.

He then flexed his arm and felt the bulging biceps. Strong 'un, too. Then he patted his stomach. Firm. No bulging belly on this one.

Then he looked up. "Arrr! There you be, Sea Dog!" the captain greeted the pirate who just arrived.

But something felt out of place. He patted his sides. "Blimey! Me trusty cutlass is missing!"

He looked at Toothless. "Did ye see which scurvy cur stole me piece 'o steel?"

Toothless looked at his captain. "No Capt'in, some scurvy cur took ye steel." He replied trying to think of where it might be. "Capt'in the first mate be fishy." He added realzing the the first mate was a little different then the rest of the crew.

"Best be on our guard." Toothless added.

Thomas turned his head so that his good eye fell on Sea Dog... "Eh... whatchu on about, bucko? 'Course they's fishy... Filthy bilge rats. Mutineers. That is what that lot is!" Thomas barked as he EYED the former first mate once more.

Mad Jasper Glick, still on top of the table and staring at his new features in horror, shot a glare down to the left end of the table. "I ain't no wee lassie, you right scallywag!" he yelled to Thomas Silverbeard. His voice was still booming, echoing across the fairly empty Great Hall. Mad Jasper Glick barely heard a sound, though.

"...but you is, you right scoundrel!" Then he laughed in a manner that would leave others to believe he was barking mad, just as his name suggested. He pointed to Thomas's features and threw his head back in laughter.

"Me Jack o' Cups!" he suddenly said, staring down at the right end of the table in horror. "I ain't no lass! I ain't! I'm yer Master Gunner! It's me, Glick!" Then he pointed down toward the opposite end of the table. He tried to lower his voice but his version of lowering was what most people would consider a thundering roar. "The scoundrels, they after the treasure, me Jack o' Cups!"

BAHAHAHAHAH! Thomas nearly choked on his... was that JUICE?! YUCK! Yeah. Glick being loud as usual, inhaling the JUICE- it was all pretty hilarious even as he sprayed said juice across the table toward the FIRST MATE.

...

He had already figured out that SOMEHOW he was trapped in a girl's body. "Look at ye, ye loon! You ain't no bigger than knee high to a grasshopper. Wee lassie, ye is," Thomas taunted a bit more. At least Thomas was in a nice looking girl's body. She even had SCARS that made her right rugged and almost manly... to a certain extent. Yeah. HE WAS WINNING.

Sea Dog looked over at Barnabus. He was never without his cutlass. This wasn't a good sign and Sea Dog knew how his cousin would get. Sea Dog looked over at Toothless and raised his eyebrow to him. "Ye best be watching the way ye speak to yer Cap'n. Them be some powerful assumptions Toothless." Then when Toothless mentioned the first mate Sea Dog looked over at the first mate and then leaned in towards his cousin. "Best talk to yer first mate cousin. Me thinks a mutiny is a foot."

Doubloon eyed Silverbeard with a frown. "Yer one ta be talkin' old fool," he said flipping his coin again in his fingers. "Nothin' more than a wee lass yerself." He gave him a wicked smirk as he flipped his coin again taunting the old doctor.

Yeah...want the shiny? Come get it. Please do then he could get some action without having been the one to cause it.

Silverbeard opened his mouth to speak... and then he SAW IT.

THE SHINY!!!!!!

Without a moment's hesitation he emitted something of a guttural sound - which was less than he would have hoped for seeing as he was apparently a wee lass- and pushed his chair back.

In a moment more he was barreling across the table, arms outstretched, going for Dubloon's neck. "I'll show ye a wee lass you filthy bilge rat!" he cried out right before impact.

Doubloon's watched as the old man turned girl caught sight of the coin and knew he had him. As promised the man came running toward him and he grinned as he slipped his coin in his pocket and braced himself.

He always did love fights. A grin on his face as the old man cried out he laughed, "Ye can't best me Silverbeard." But it seemed he was going to try. YAY! Because the old man was running at full speed it made Doubloon fall backwards at the impact. He gripped Silverbeard by the robes he had been wearing and tried to roll so he was on top to get the upper hand. "Come on ye scurvey dog!"

Silverbeard may have been a wee lass now, but he was a angry old man inside. And that rage coupled with what seemed to be a pretty strong little girl was enough to send he and Dubloon toppling backward.

Pulling his/her fist back he aimed it straight at Dubloon's face. "What ye think I is doing?! This the best ye got?" he bellowed as he aimed his fist at the man's face again. He would see Dubloon to the depths if he had his way. No one should be stupid enough to tussle with a man that lost an eye in Tortuga and lived to be the oldest man in the crew... TOUGH AS NAILS, HE WAS!

"Arrgh!" Fishlips' scowl turned to a snarl as he rose abruptly at the sight of the scuffle, shoving his chair back off it's feet. "Control ye scallywag, Three Fingers, or ye be see'n the same fate!" He'd join in on the scuffle if his crew mate needed his help, which he probably didn't. Silverbeard could handle himself in a fight.... even in the body of a child.

"Aye you mutanus traitor stand and fight you dog." Toothless Bill said the pirate. "Draw swords you scalywag and prepare ter meet yer maker." He shouted reaching for his sword in it's sheeth. He was prepared to fight till the death for his captian.

Doubloon managed to turn his head to the side and avoid the old man's fist with a laugh. "Is that the best ye-" He started to say getting cut off as his second punch hit him good. That'd leave a bruise.

He leaned up and brought his fist down toward Silverbear's face. "Think ye were just lucky ta get this far," he snarled bringing his fist down again. "Bunch o' tall tales and nothin' more."

Mad Jasper Glick cackled loudly. "Ye ain't got yer sword, you filthy rat!" he yelled. Yes, yelled. Mad Jasper Glick only heard low whispers, though, and so his voice continued to boom across the Great Hall and echo off its walls. Glick reached for his own sword yet found his was gone, as well. "Me Jack o' Cups! They've gone off with our swords, the scoundrels!" He stomped up and down the table, going first to the invisible that separated the left side from the right and then turning around and stomping back down the table. "Get yer deadlights ahead, me matey!" he yelled to Misha. "Look for our swords!"

Sea Dog chuckles watching the scuffle happen and just sits back in his chair watching them fight like dogs. He then looks over at Barnabus and then sighs. "What say you cousin? Should I handle them in me own way?" He said looking over at the ones scuffling with a smirk. "I could teach them a lesson."

"Ye be wrong!." Toothless Bill shouted reaching for his sword...but wait...Jasper Glick was right...there was no sword there!! "Shiver me timbers!!! No steel, no swords. You Dog you stold me sword." Bill shouted back. Toothless Grabbed the nearest goblets and threw it right at Glick hoping it hit him some where in the head.

Then Toothless took off running hoping to find his sword or at least a weapon worthy of fighting with!

Thomas smiled with triumph as his fist connected with Dubloon's face. "Lucky? HA! I'll show ye lucky!" Thomas bellowed as he blocked the fist punch with his forearm, but was going to bring his fist around when the next punch caught him in the chin.

"WHO PUNCHES SOMEONE IN THE CHIN?!" Idiot. Moving quite a bit more swiftly than he could have imagined, Thomas was off of the man and gripping a wand in one hand and a big knife in the other. Stepping out of the man's reach he tapped the knife with the wand and smiled as it grew to the size of a sword.

"I will see ye to the depths if I can, Dubloon. I would bet my good eye on that," he said as he lowered the sword and pointed it at his face.

HA he hit him. He the old man was a lot of talk. "Just tryin' ta shut yer trap!" he snarled back as he scrambled up an grabbed a knife from the table. Heh two can play that game.

Doubloon watched as Silverbeard turned his knife into a sword and frowned grabbing his own wand and doing the same. "Alright ol' man. Let me take yer other eye." He smirked and brought his own sword toward Silverbeard's knocking his sword out of the way. "I'll run ye through." And he'd never have to see his ugly face again. A perfect plan.

Sherman glared at the boatswain. "Who ye calling a parrot....Francois?" he taunted knowing the man hated to be called by his true first name. He would too if it made him out to be all sissy like unlike his own better suited name. As Doubloon focus his attention on the old man...young woman...geez, he mused to himself shaking his head before turning his own focus on the yelling gunner.

"Lookin' for yer sword are ye?" he asked, catching sight of his loyal crewmate's action, dupplicating it on his own nearby knife. "Got a sword for ye right here, ye deaf squiffy! " he yelled aiming the sword at the man.

"ARRR! They be too scared to fight wi'out a piece o' steel!" laughed the captain at the other group of pirates and he leaned back in his chair.

"Aye! They be scared of making contact with their own hands." Sean Dog said sitting up in his chair a little bit. "And they call themselves pirates. I'd send them all to the Locker meself!!" he shouted getting tired of the childish fighting going on.