(Lesee, where was I? My story is pretty long) Oh, yes, the evil captain of the ship was trying to kill me. . . I whispered to Rubelle, the seer who I had first met, "Don't worry about it. I'll take care of him no problem." I gritted my teeth happily. The last beast I had slain was an adder, and he was no picnic. A ferret should be no problem, I thought. Rubelle shrugged and whispered back, "Do what you want," I told Rubelle to go back to her cabin, and she did. First, I rumpled up the covers on my bed, and propped them up with some old boxes. It really looked as if somebody was sleeping there. Then I squished myself up against the wall outside the door, borrowing a dark blanket to conceal my bright red fur. I waited a long time for Drastool to come into my cabin room, with a knife in his paw, maybe, or a sword or something of the like. It finally happened. He was pawing a fancy, sturdy, long cutlass, but he didn't have it in his paws, it was sheathed in his belt. I watched him without moving from the wall. He walked into my room, drew his cutlass, and stabbed viciously at the boxes under the blankets on my bunk. Then he carefully sheathed his cutlass, and turned around to walk out the door. I walked over to the doorway and folded my arms across my chest. He would now have to fight me to leave the room. "Looking for someone?" I asked him mockingly. He sneered. "I was looking for you, Zyneera. (Who was Zyneera? I asked myself again. Where had I heard that name before? Was it mine?) "That's nice," I said, raising my eyebrows. "You've found me now, you backstabbing scum! Did you think I would actually go to sleep tonight?" He hissed through his clenched teeth, "I will do anything to kill you, princess." He drew his cutlass and stepped forward. I poised myself, waiting for the perfect moment to draw my own cutlass, all the while trying to provoke him, because I know beasts who are angry act foolishly sometimes. "Tsk, tsk, tsk." I smiled at him. "Getting a little angry?" He swung his cutlass at my face with amazing ferocity. I ducked easily and took a few steps back. I shook my head at him. "Ah Ah Ahh!" I said "Getting a little violent?" He hurled himself at me. I stepped to the side, at the same time drawing my cutlass and putting my boot out to trip him. He fell on his face, and before he had a chance to move I was on top of him, my blade at the back of his neck. I said one last word to him before slaying him:"Captain!" I then picked his cutlass from his dead paws and examined it. It was better than mine. "Strange," I thought, what were those markings? I threw my old cutlass into the sea, and then went to bed. Maybe Rubelle could give me some answers in the morning. I was up before everyone else, scanning the horizon for land. Diringe the searat walked up and stood next to me. "Mornin', Capn' Zyneera." Suddenly, something clicked in my memory. I was Zyneera! I turned to Diringe with an expression of shock on my face. "Why am I the Capn'? And how do you know my name? How did everyone know my name? "You're the daughter of Quixler Fireblade, correct?" He asked me. I frowned. "Yes, I am!" He shrugged. "I 'ave a story to tell you that might answer some of your questions, if you want to hear it," He replied caustically. "Ok," I agreed, so he started. --to be continued--