Francine was sulking a few meters away from the ship as she always did when Ned woke up from one of his drunken stupors. Floating in the water with only her eyes showing Francine huffed, a jet of water shooting into the air from her blowhole. Francine wished Ned would come visit her one time without reeking of rum, lucky for him he was so cute, and tiny, and squishy. Glaring at the flying ship she day dreamt of swimming into the sky and destroying the Rotsman for getting more of Ned's attention then her. Francine felt something bump against her and annoyedly pushed it away from her futilely. As the Strange object bumped against her for the third time Francine rose out of the water and grabbed the hard object, which turned out to be a rather large turtle shell, in her teeth and, using all her annoyance at the morning, threw it towards the flying ship that had stolen Ned's attention. The relatively flat surface and the curve of the shell seemed to gather the air making it fly faster towards the Rotsman as it broke through a cloud of seagulls that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. The wind started whistling around the shell as it sliced through the air making a beeline straight for the notorious vessel.<br/><br/>With all the force of a raging, jilted Spermwhal the turtle shell harmlessly bounced off the bottom of the flying ship jarring the ill fitting patches that hid the recent renovations made necessary by the pirate queen Efer and her ship the Pervy Freedom. Unlike so many times before the random junk falling from the Rotsman was not done intentionally as the freshly patched holes were re-opened.  Deflected from its previous course the spinning turtle shell filled with the rage and anguish of Francine the jilted Spermwhal flew directly towards the Pervy Freedom. Breaking through the top of the main mast the turtle shell embedded itself vertically into the deck of Queen Efer's ship right at the feet of one Galleon Ship-Wrecker giving credence to his name. Unknown to anybody else this was the day Francine would forever be known as Francine the jilted spermwhal, however due to the fact that no one speaks spermwhal her new nickname faded into oblivion never to be uttered.<br/><br/>Meanwhile in 1786 Francisco Frizbee is unaware that the ground breaking invention he is just about to make was already invented by an angry jilted spermwhal.<br/><br/>"Cap'n your fish thingy with the horn just threw what looked like a turtle shell at the flying ship up there but it bounced off and hit that other ship that has what looks like tentacles... I think someone might have been on the turtle shell but I'm not quite sure, I think I saw underwear." The grinning crow bastard yelled down to Ned taunting him with his ability to notice things. Ned glared at the crows nest and laughed.<br/><br/>"Ahah so you can't see everything, not knowing whether someone was on that turtle shell or not. I expect you to do better from now on." Feeling like he had told off the grinning bastard Ned started turning back towards Rina.<br/><br/>"So you saw if there was a person on there cap'n?" Ned froze and glared back at the crows nest letting a uncertain grin cross his face. He hadn't even seen the turtle shell much less what was on it but that grinning crow need not know it.<br/><br/>"Of course I did now get back to staring at the ocean." With that Ned quickly faced Rina.<br/><br/>"Now back to you my demoness." Ned gave Rina an appraising look noticing her slightly intoxicated demeanor and the slight aroma of a full bottle of rum encompassing her. "You know what I'm gonna wait till your less rum soaked and I am more so." Turning towards the impudent but supposedly useful boatswain Ned leaned against the rail.<br/><br/>"Hmm you pretending to be captain and sneaking us aboard the flying whale. Clever, underhanded... I like it!" Ned smiled and nodded his head. "No, that's where it starts! First I let you pretend to be captain then you start wearing hats more often and drinking more rum next thing I know I'm overboard in an empty rum barrel. I will not have it! When the rum barrels get empty they must be thrown overboard immediately I will not have such things as empty rum barrels disgracing my ship!" With this Ned spun a full circle and then walked up to the helm. Stopping at the top of the stairs Ned spun around and looked at the boatswain.<br/><br/>"You can start wearing a hat if you want though. But I will be watching how much rum you drink." With that Ned grasped the helm and steered towards the storm the ship was already headed towards. "Captain has the helm! But no rum. Someone get the captain some rum!"<br/><br/>Satisfied everyone was doing their jobs and the ship was heading towards the storm Ned turned his attentions back to moving the giant wooden wheel back and forth, effectively making it look like he was doing something. Ned finally felt like everything was going his way and that nothing could possibly ruin his day now. Suddenly the ship groaned and the wood on the back deck started cracking the slowly the ship started tipping backwards the bow slowly lifting out of the water. Ned completely oblivious of anything bad happening to his ship stumbled backwards slightly, completely confused as to why the ship was suddenly tipping, he was pretty sure he hadn't drank any rum yet this morning.<br/><br/>"Cap'n your horned fish thing has climbed onto the back of the ship!" The voice rang out of the crows nest instantly raising his hackles, Ned growled and turned around running smack into Francines face. Francine cooed suggestively and nuzzled Ned, unfortunately this caused her horn to cut a giant hole in the main sail.<br/><br/>"God damn bloated fish look what you are doing to my ship. What kind of crazy ideas have you gotten into your head." Francine responded by cooing even louder and trying to climb further onto the ship, the crack of wood breaking coupled with the love coos of the spermwhal made a sort of discordant harmony as the ship tipped even more with the extra weight, throwing Ned once again into Francine who used it as incentive to nuzzle him more. Now furious Ned pushed himself away from Francine and grabbed onto one of the rails.<br/><br/>"Get the hell off you bloated fish! You are destroying my precious ship!" Ned yelled as he kicked Francine as if his meager strength could get the Spermwhal off his ship. Francine not one to be daunted and barely noticing Neds frantic kicks floundered trying to get even closer to him and although her cooing was quieter no one who heard them could misunderstood how they were meant. The sound of wood breaking under Francine made the increased tipping of the ship more terrifying. Unable to think of anything else Ned cursed under his breath.<br/><br/>"Damn fish making me do this. Someone throw a rope over the back of the ship once the fish is off!" Ned growled and kicked Francine one more time before jumping over the side of the rail. Francine let out a loud coo and rolled off the side of the ship chasing after Ned. As Francine rolled off the ship she crushed the ships wheel, while her horn smashed into the crows nest and stabbed the grinning crown in the shoulder, throwing him off his platform. Ned frantically swam away from the boat trying to get out from under the falling spermwhal Ned barely made it out of the way as Francine crashed into the water with a loud splash. The waves from Francines belly flop pushed Ned farther away from the spermwhal who quickly swam through the water easily catching up to Ned. Quickly grabbing Francines horn Ned hung over the water dangling in front of the spermwhals face as she lifted her head.<br/><br/>"Damn't Francine look at all the damage you did to my ship. How many times do I have to tell you water is for fish, ships are for me!" Ned rebuked Francince knowing full well this is the first time he has said anything like that. Francine had never behaved like a love sick puppy before, leaving Ned with no idea how to handle her. Ned having used Francines name while sober shocked the spermwhal out of her "Now take me back to the ship and this time stay off of it or I will use you for lamp oil. Got it!" Francine lowered her eyes and huffed a jet of water shooting into the air the mist heading away from the Whop Molly. As Francine swam back to the ship she noticed the water current gently pulling at her and tiny bubbles slowly forming around her. Francine barely noticed that she had reached the ship, lifting her head up in surprise brought the horn up high enough for Ned to climb back onto the ship. Neds quick departure pushed all thoughts of the strange current and bubbles as she sank just under the water and sulked. After clambering back onto the ship Ned looked around to see all the crew members, except for the one helping the grinning crow bandage his pierced shoulder and now broken arm, had stopped and were staring at him. Muttering under his breath about stupid fish, and grinning crows that couldn't fly Ned stomped up the stairs and retook his place at the helm.<br/><br/>"What is going on have all of you forgotten how to man a ship. And why hasn't my main sail been fixed. Also why is my apparently flightless crow not in the crows nest staring at stuff. What if there were a helpless barrel of rum stranded out there? It would be out there helpless with no one to drink it. Get back to work all of you before I launch you all at the flying whale up there that you are all so scared of." The men went back to work some grumbling  most laughing at the ordeal they just witnessed between there new captain and Francine.  As the ship started moving again Francine dejectedly followed it silently cooing to herself.