Colorful Moniker

        She looked up at him with a smile on her face. ❝ Why am I not surprised, Captain? ❞ Hearing his words, she immediately ran to where he was, happy to know she was going to be fed. She licked her lips and hummed. ❝ You’ll eat fish too? We should cook a siren one of these days, I bet they taste delicious… Maybe after that, they will respect you, Captain K. ❞

       Going to stand near the edge, Pluto glanced down at the sea, observing what was happening. If she was in her cat form, she would be moving her tail slowly, attentive to what was happening and ready to pounce on a siren to eat her guts out. ❝ Are they always a nuisance?❞

"Aye, they are. At least to me they are. My reputation isn't exactly sparkling, lass." He licked his lips and sighed now that everything was calm night had already rolled in and some of the men began a fire on the shore. "We should get to feeding you." He walked forward and looked out to sea. "This is a pretty bad area for those creatures, they run rampant in these waters." 

       She watched how everyone moved and soon, she moved out of their way. After a moment, she realized how everyone could be in a rush so suddenly, and slowly, she got to the stairs, wondering if there was something she could do to help the rest of the crew, or maybe even the Captain.

     The ship was moving funny and she wondered if this was something that happened often. Seeing how he reacted, seemed that it wasn’t. Pluto nodded and leaned against the door frame, waiting for the Captain to come back and the ship to stop moving.

Groaning and ordering the ship to change direction so they would hit them out of the way, Killian ran to the helm of the ship taking control and turning it until it became difficult to steer. "Cut down any of those wretched creatures you see!" A few men went below, running past Pluto to grab the ors, forcing the ship to go faster so they could get away more easily.

     She nodded and walked out. She didn’t trust them yet. It felt like in any moment, they would jump to her and try something, so she kept looking around from time to time, making sure everything was fine.

     She was going to hide that hook. It was a fact now. ❝ That includes you. ❞ Even if right now, Pluto didn’t have a favourite person to be around, she wanted to make sure the Captain was going to be clean too. ❝ No, I’m fine, thank you. ❞

"Me as well." He concurred and opened the door for her to walk through first. He was likely going to become her body guard on the ship, keep an eye on where she went and with whom so no one would screw up the arrangement they had, it wasn't good form if they did. And he would likely flay the man that sentenced them all to death. 

       ❝ We’ll see? ❞ She arched an eyebrow. It was like he was taking this as a challenge and was going to make her smell them. ❝ It’s a fact. I’m not smelling your stinky asses. ❞ She huffed. ❝ I’ll eat with all of you, memorize your name and faces while you all still smell decently. ❞

          She was quiet for a moment. No wonder why there was no women around. Pluto then quietly continued drinking her water. ❝ I think when you all start smelling, I will have to remain in my cat form and in my room. ❞

Hook cackled at her statement. "We'll see." He leaned on one leg then listened to the creaking of the ship, it tilted oddly but then he got distracted by the muffled sound of one of his shipmates. "Do you want to eat here? I can bring the fish here for you, or would you prefer to come on deck and eat with everyone else?" 

        ❝ Yes, you have to. ❞ She said before drinking the water, feeling how it refreshed her body from the inside. When she heard his last comment, Pluto blinked. ❝ You don’t shower here? You don’t have a shower?… Do you even have a toilet? ❞ Even cats were more clean than them, with their sandbox.

        She smiled at what he said. ❝ We are loyal if we like our owners. ❞ Once they were a bit away from the rest of the men, she sat near Killian. ❝ Mm. I don’t think I need something… ❞ She already has all the fishes she want and she is happy to own a bed, even if she liked more his. ❝ Do you have milk? Cats are not supposed to drink milk, you know, but sometimes it’s nice. ❞ She then took the chalice and nodded, as a thanks. ❝ I’m not surprised, you stink. ❞

"Mm. I'll have to be a good owner, then." He smiled back at her and then watched her sit down he remained standing in front of her, not because there was no where else to sit but because he always had a preference for remaining up right. "I'm afraid we don't but we can stop by and retrieve some when we visit the village." He laughed, "And maybe I will even shower. I've never been told I'm not of a pleasant scent, but you don't know me well enough to mince words. So I'll trust you." 

The way he flattered her, made Pluto smile. He was nice. ❝ You all will drink? ❞ She asked curiously as she followed the Captain.

"I'll have a crew of cats eventually then. If they are loyal, I'll replace the whole ship with them." Hook took a chalice and then took water from a glass bottle he had stored in a shelf. It was his own personal stash and he trusted his own things to be more trust worthy than that of the ships container. He didn't want her getting sick from the collected impurities of the shipmates. She was too valuable to compromise. "When we dock, we can go into town in the nearby village. I don't know the necessities of young women so if you need ... anything, that would be the time to take it on board the ship." He handed her the chalice to drink from. "Not all, some of the men don't like to drink too often. Smee, I think doesn't drink too often. The man used to be part of the church, can't seem to convert completely into piratism." He shrugged. "I always drink. It's like fuel." 

       ❝ They sound like they are pissed. Did men do something to them? ❞ She observed the fish and then up at the crew, it was probably something that they caused, and she wouldn’t be surprised if she was right on this. ❝ Have you ever seen a cat drinking alcohol? We are not good with that. Water, please. ❞

"Men eat fish. Most mercreatures are somewhat part fish and some men don't release them when they catch them in their nets. That was typically enough to anger them for centuries. Not that I blame them but they tend to be a rather racist and bigoted bunch. As you an see take their frustrations out on humans as a whole." He watched the pirate skin the fish then smirked when he heard her comment. "I dare say I never saw a cat turn into such a beautiful creature either, but here you are." He took a step towards the door. "This way, I will get you your water." 

       ❝ What they can do? ❞ She asked curious. If they possessed some dark magic then they might be dangerous, but not impossible to eat. ❝ Fire can do the trick. Let’s cook her! ❞ Pluto grinned and walked closer to them. ❝ Perks. Yeah, you get to stroke me and have me purring. ❞

"They cause storms at times, have some control over the sea and the waves. They have in the past, torn ships apart and brought sailors to their death below the sea." Hearing her enthusiasm he smiled lightly then looked away, back as the men began to prepare the fish. "That doesn't sound so bad." He spoke to the men removing the scales of the fish telling him to set any salmon apart for the feline. "I will cook half of them and then leave the rest fresh for you. Some variety might do you some good. Also, we have rum and water. What would you like?" 

        ❝ Well, if they are a problem to you, give them to me. I will eat them and disappear your problem. ❞ She smiled, resting her elebows on the wood as she observed the fishes. ❝ I can eat them both ways. If you have salmon I’ll love you. ❞

"Oh. If you can get them to disappear from existence you'd be a woman after my own heart, they have been a nuisance to all sailors for centuries. Pirates especially. We have a bad rep as fisherman, but I tend to avoid their kind at all costs. They possess a dark sort of magic, that I'd rather not meddle with." Despite his reservations, Hook still would have been content handing any of those creatures over to the feline. "I'll be sure to have salmon then. I do hope there are some -perks- to having you love me." 

After a few hours, she ended up curled on the Captain’s bed. She knew it was his, it smelled like him. Lazily, she licked her fur, trying to keep herself clean but when she heard a loud thud and the voice of Killian. Quickly, she jumped off the bed and went outside, sniffing the air. Food! Running to where everything was happening, she shifted back to her human self and looked at what they were doing. ❝ What’s wrong with that, Captain? ❞

Killian didn't expect to see the woman but there she was, he blinked a few times and he shook his head, his hand waving infront of himself for emphasis. "There was a damned mermaid trying to make it's way onto the ship. Probably angry with the nets." He tsked, "Those things are nothing but trouble they travel in mobs and sink your ships. Whatever you do, don't trust them. Bloody evil if you ask me." Killian stepped away and monitored the other net as it came up, it was clear. "How do you like your fish? Cook or uncooked?" The captain asked looking back at her. 

Once she was in her own room, she explored it and sniffed the air, getting used to it and trying to know if there was something different too that she needed to explore. She knew that getting along with the men was going to be hard if they were desperate, but nothing was impossible. And burning a ship while it’s on the sea, it wasn’t too hard. She just needed a safe place to escape without having to swim, because swimming was not an option of course.

"Cut the line! I don't want that bloody thing on my ship." The other male moved too slow and caused the captain to groan, his hook automatically slamming down on the side of the ship and breaking one side of the net and jerking the creature off. "Pick up the other net, before it attaches itself to that one too." Killian ordered and the pirate affirmed the order and quickly did as he was told. Going below deck, Killian sighed and tried looking for the cat woman wondering if she had jumped ship or if she was still there.