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Below deck, the crew was barely beginning to wake up in the early morning hours. In the bottom bunk of a bed, a white furred rat stretched and rolled onto her front without making a sound.

'It's nice to have a bed, no matter how small.' Elena smiled and rested her head onto her arms. Waking up peacefully and well rested was a luxury to the female rodent. A former stowaway aboard a galleon, she had island hopped all the way to San Marello where she had spent the past year and a half barely making a living. She had to rely on stealing when begging never gave her enough to eat.

'It's like a dream I do not wake up from.' Elena blinked and thought about Mickeyila offering her to be part of her female pirate crew. Her pink round ears heard the soft sighs of sleeping breaths. Turning her head, she glanced to the left and could see Roxanne sprawled out on her back, sound asleep. The red vixen's conical torpedo shaped breasts pointed upwards like her snout. Elena grinned and settled back down. Their newest crew member had spent the early hours of night telling a few stories and tales she had heard while aboard the merchantman for the past year. Some were emotional and tearful, but the crew was there to comfort her.

'Isabel is up early.' Elena thought quietly to herself as she glimpsed the strong lioness walking by the corner of her eyes. The rat sat up and looking around the dim sleeping quarters. Ruska also seemed to be awake, but was still laying in bed.

"Breakfast is ready!" Maggie suddenly called out from above deck causing the rat's pink ears to perk up. Snoring ceased as bed sheets ruffled and once slumbering ladies shuffled up and out of their beds.

"I almost overslept!"Roxanne smiled and quickly slipped on her pants and open vest. Ruska quietly went up the stairs and was soon followed by the red vixen. Elena almost ran after them but noticed Hibbary was sound asleep in her hammock

"Wake up! Breakfast is being served Hibbary!" She tried prodding the clambering coyote in her hammock. The coyote growled and swatted at the rat.

"I got her." Isabel reached into the hammock and pulled the coyote out. Hibbary's limbs wrapped around the lioness without opening her eyes. They climbed the steps and emerged from below deck.

Mickeyila emerged from her captain's quarters with several stretches before joining in on the action. A low table was brought out from below deck and placed at the center of the ship's main deck. Everyone quickly gathered around as Maggie served anyone who was seated. Hibbary woke up as she was set down at the table.

"Your breasts are smacking my head." Roxanne laughed feeling the older raccoon's soft saggy boobs bump into her head.

"Smack smack!" Hibbary chuckled as the raccoon hurried.

"Sorry! I don't have anything to hold them up anymore." She apologized with a grin and quickly served the vixen her breakfast. "Everyone eat up!" Maggie happily exclaimed before serving herself last.

"Thank you!" Resounding thanks were given by the crew as they ate. Having a warm meal to start the day was always appreciated.

"Did everyone sleep well last night?" Mickeyila asked.

"Mmhm!" Elena nodded. Several others agreed.

"No nightmares of giant squid." Hibbary mentioned to their amusement.

"That's good." Their captain hummed as she ate.

"What island were we heading for again?" Roxanne asked.

"It should be Grand Madreiga." Hibbary answered.

"Should be?" Isabel looked at the coyote questioningly.

"Yep." She nodded. "There were some strong winds last evening and through the night, but we should still be on course." She explained.

"Why are we going there?" Elena curiously asked.

"It's a prominent port where ships sail," Hibbary pointed out, "however, it is also a place where the navy garrisons."

"So if the navy garrisons there, do we know if gold or other treasure is being held in town?" Roxanne asked. Hibbary shrugged.

"We'll have to find out." Isabel said. "But it's a good place to start looking."

"We can do whatever we want while we are there, provided we do not find ourselves in trouble." Mickeyila reasoned.

"We're not walking around topless, are we?" Elena asked.

"I was wondering about that too." Roxanne mentioned. "It's kind of obvious." She held her hands up to her perky breasts poking outwards.

"Hmm." Mickeyila wondered. "I don't think we can get away with that so easily yet." She admitted. "I don't want to break our own code since I believe a woman's breasts don't need to be covered by strict punishment of the law, but we should conceal our chests if we venture into a garrisoned town like Grand Madreiga. I don't think we should attract so much attention to ourselves, until our crew is strong enough."

"That's a good idea." Isabel agreed.

"But the countryside is fair game." Mickeyila grinned and stuck her tongue out.

"That's fair enough." Elena liked it. The others agreed.

"I'm getting used to being topless. I just might start forget wearing my pants too!" Maggie smiled. Several of the crew giggled.

"Just like Ruska." Hibbary whispered and chuckled with a wide grin as they started talking about what they wanted to do at the island port.

"I just want to spend some time on land." Roxanne hummed with a smile. "I love the Damsel since I'm free here, but I really want to walk around on land for an entire day."

"We'll do plenty of walking." Hibbary slouched back and yawned.

"What about you Maggie?" Roxanne asked.

"I'd like to go shopping for food so we don't run low on anything." She wisely thought. "What about you, Ruska?" The older raccoon asked their newest crew member. The silent wolf barely glanced at her before she resumed eating her meal. The awkward nervous silence made the raccoon tense. "So uh, what are we gonna look for at Grand Madreiga?" Maggie asked her captain.

"Hopefully something treasure related." She smacked her fist into her palm.

"I'm excited for that." Roxanne agreed and rose to her paws. The rest of the crew soon finished their breakfast and rose from the table, eager for adventure.

"Thanks again for the good food Maggie." Mickeyila said.

"You're welcome!" Maggie began tending to the leftover plates, but paused when Elena was last at the table. "Hey, can you help me with gathering these dishes?" The older raccoon asked.

"Mmhm." Elena quietly nodded and stood up. They gathered an armful of dishes and utensils before following Maggie across the deck to a small room that connected to the kitchen. They were alone from the rest of the crew on deck.

"You can set everything on this counter. I'll go ahead and wash everything." Maggie placed her load beside a wide empty bucket. Elena followed suit but blinked as her crew mate approached her side.

"I wanted to apologize for not trusting you when you first joined." The raccoon placed an arm around the rat.

"Huh?" She blinked in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"Well... I didn't trust you when everyone else voted to have you join the crew." Maggie admitted. "I was still upset because you were the town's thief, and you had stolen food from me. I should've put that aside when we became crew mates."

"Oh." Elena didn't seem too bothered by the older raccoon's admission. "Most people don't like thieves anyway. We're already treated like pirates."

"That may be true, but I won't treat you like one." Maggie smiled. "I appreciate all the help you give me." She squeezed the rat's shoulder. "The foot rubs really help."

"Thanks." Elena grinned and they shook hands.

***

About two or three hours after breakfast, the crew was relaxed as they sailed to Grand Madreiga. The Damsel was making good progress with a strong wind guiding them along. Mickeyila was excitedly practicing fighting with her cutlass.

"Gah!" She stopped as a gust of wind whipped her hair around like their flag.

"Mmm. Ohh, right there." Maggie was reclined in a hammock wearing a content smile, softly humming with the utmost content while Elena rubbed her feet. Ruska was standing alone at the front of the ship, staring out at sea. Roxanne was taking a nap in a hammock, not minding the gentle rocking of the ship. Isabel was steering the Damsel with ease. Seated behind the lioness, Hibbary was scanning the horizon between working on a map.

"Hmm..." The coyote hummed as she sketched.

"What are you doing?" Isabel glanced over and watched the coyote jotting something down while she worked.

"I'm trying to finish this treasure map, but I don't have all of the coordinates that I need."

"Treasure map?" They heard Mickeyila say from the lower deck. In a moment the canine captain was standing alongside them with intrigue shining brightly in her eyes. "Can I see it?" She excitedly snatched a paper from Hibbary.

"Hey!" The coyote scrambled not to drop everything else in her lap.

"What the... This is a sketch of Isabel's backside." She looked at the paper confused.

"Eh. Heheh." Hibbary grinned and grabbed the paper from Mickeyila. Isabel looked at the sneaky coyote with a frown. "This is the treasure map." She showed them a different paper.

"Hey, it looks complete to me." Mickeyila looked over the map with a clearly defined X on the island. "Why aren't we sailing here instead?"

"Like I said to Isabel," she reiterated, "I don't have the proper coordinates. It's just a detailed map of an island with a neighboring islet. There's some mountains and dense vegetation, but I can't put its location on a standard map yet." Hibbary explained herself.

"Oh." Mickeyila sighed. "I guess we'll have to stumble upon some helpful maps while we sail and pirate."

"I think we're finally here." Isabel looked ahead using the coyote's hand telescope. "I see land."

"Is it Grand Madreiga?" Mickeyila looked out towards the horizon. A few smaller fishing vessels were out in the pristine waters casting nets or checking lines. Further out, buildings lined a section of coast and into land. A dock was faintly visible with a couple of idle ships.

"Let's check the map." Hibbary unfurled the special parchment. "We were here, and sailing southeast, so this must be Grand Madreiga." She pointed a claw at the island. "There's no other island we could've bumped into."

"What can you tell us about this island, other than the port?"

"It has a large well established town, and it has a few small farms and large plantations in the countryside." She explained.

"Sounds like a lot of opportunities." Mickeyila liked it. The coyote snatched herhand telescope back from the lioness, and scanned the seaside section of the town.

"We need to restock on food and anything else we'll need for several days or even a few weeks at sea." Maggie approached them alongside Roxanne. "We can always fish with nets, but that won't fill our bellies forever."

"Maybe not your belly." Roxanne giggled and tapped the raccoon's pudgy tummy.

"There's a big navy galleon docked in the harbor." Hibbary mentioned.

"Ooh! Is it a treasure ship?" Mickeyila was instantly interested.

"It could be!" Hibbary felt optimistic as she briefly lowered her hand telescope.

"Even if it isn't then a galleon should have plenty of goods that they're transporting." Isabel mentioned.

"I like the idea of plundering a navy vessel." Mickeyila smiled. "But that's not going to be easy."

"If we avoid a lot of attention," Hibbary advised, "then we might be able to sneak around without any problems."

"That's what I want to do." Mickeyila happily spoke as the coyote rose up and looked ahead.

"No sight of any royal warships!" Hibbary exclaimed.

"Excellent!" Mickeyila grinned. "Let's anchor the ship just outside of the docks around the side of the island. "We can disembark from there." She called out to Isabel who obliged and steered the ship to its proper course. They sailed away from any fishing vessels and reached a section of coastline out of the town's sights. A low cliff face along the hidden western end of the island had a small beach for them to disembark. The anchor was dropped and the wooden ramp just barely touched down to the sandy beach.

"Who wants to go explore the countryside with me?" Mickeyila asked.

"I'll go!" Roxanne quickly volunteered followed by Elena, Isabel, and Hibbary.

"Maggie, you're fine staying here?"

"Sure. I'll keep Ruska company." She smiled happily despite the grey wolf appearing as stoic as ever.

"Alrighty then. You two keep a lookout for anything we might need to know."

"Aye, aye captain!" Maggie cheerfully saluted.

"Dry land!" Hibbary ran down the wooden ramp excitedly. Roxanne wasn't far behind as she hurried down to solid ground.

"Slow down! Both of you might fall over!" Mickeyila called out. The vixen's posture was still accustomed to the rocking of a ship, and her gait looked awkward at first.

"I've sailed on a ship too long these past months." The vixen happily laid down in a patch of clover, just outside of the sand. "I missed the sensation of land beneath my paws!" She sprawled out happily.

"You've had your sea legs for way too long." Mickeyila approached the vixen, and offered a hand.

"Damn right!" Roxanne laughed as she was pulled up.

"Wouldn't it be nice if treasure was buried right here?" Mickeyila joked.

"Then we'd have to move your butt so we could dig it up." Hibbary mumbled in a funny voice. The canine captain cut her eyes to the coyote with a little scowl.

"You know... I'll stay on the ship too." Hibbary sheepishly stated. "I need to work on a few sketches." The coyote returned to the ship where she would remain with Maggie and Ruska while the rest of the crew set out. Mickeyila, Isabel, Elena, and Roxanne were confident as they walked up the gentle slope of the grassy field. The tall grasses occasionally bobbed and swayed from the coastal breeze.

"It's very scenic around here." Roxanne looked around the rolling hills to their left and the trees to their right.

"Mmhm." Mickeyila nodded.

"Which way are we going?" Isabel asked.

"Good question..." The canine scanned the area. "I see a dirt road ahead, unless we wanted to go through the hills up there." She motioned. "I'd rather not go through the woods because we don't know the area well enough to hide and escape in case we run into someone. I don't know how deep they are anyway."

"Let's avoid the woods." Isabel agreed.

"Whichever way you wish to go captain, lead the way." Roxanne grinned.

"We'll take the dirt road and avoid any trouble then." Mickeyila decided. "The road has to lead towards the small port city eventually." Everyone agreed and they walked onwards. The dirt path had noticeable tracks of wheel grooves, and plenty of foot traffic.

"Where do you think the dirt road goes?" Elena asked.

"Probably a farm or plantation of some kind." Isabel guessed.

"Could it go to a lookout post or something related?" Mickeyila wondered.

"We should've seen something like that from the sea." The lioness explained.

"If we run into soldiers, we are running the other way." Roxanne stated.

"What if we cross paths with a few locals?" Elena wondered.

"I certainly hope not." The vixen glanced around suspiciously. "I feel my breasts bouncing as I walk."

"I guess it depends..." Mickeyila hummed in thought. "If it's a lady like us, then I would want to recruit them, or at least be friendly so we have some allies around here. Then we could come back one day and have friends to visit." The captain's thoughts were all rosy and optimistic.

"I don't think a lot of women will be receptive or friendly to the idea of encountering a bunch of half naked pirate ladies." Isabel mentioned. "Even a man would be suspicious. You're a recently fined criminal, I'm a rough ex-navy sailor; plus we have a mildly crazy artist, a middle aged widow, a petty thief," she glanced at Elena, "an unknown wolf, and a semi kidnapped indentured servant." The lioness looked at Roxanne last as she listed off their entire crew's backgrounds. "We're not exactly illustrious ladies."

"We're perfect!" Mickeyila smiled back at her quartermaster. Roxanne couldn't help but giggle as Isabel rolled her eyes. "Oh c'mon, Isabel. You joined me first."

"The last people I would expect to join our little crew are wealthier ladies who have a decent social standing. I mean, who would want to give all of that up to go sailing with us?"

"I dunno." Mickeyila shrugged. "You never know who we will come across." The four pirates had walked a fair distance without much change in scenery, or spotting anyone. The dirt road forked two more times, splitting away from the coast, but they maintained their original path along the rolling hills bordered by forest.

“What is that?" Elena pointed ahead at something lying on the ground in the middle of a field.

"A branch?" One guessed as they kept walking only to realize it wasn't an inanimate object.

"It's a person!" They realized and ran towards the figure lying motionless.

"Oh my... Are you alright?" Mickeyila knelt down and nudged the figure, but didn't receive a response.

“She's not moving."

"What happened!?" All of them were at a loss. Her dress was dirty and torn in several places, almost like a standing flag after enduring a tropical storm. Isabel sat down and checked the lady's pulse.

“Is she dead?" Roxanne worried.

"She is unconscious, but still breathing." The lioness confirmed.

"Let's take her back to the ship to get some rest. We always help a lady in distress." Mickeyila decided. The others nodded in agreement.

“Everyone grab a limb!" Isabel carefully lifted the Doberman lady into her arms.

"Let's go!" All four hurried back along the lonely pathway to the docked Damsel. Every second seemed to count and it felt like ages had passed before they spotted the docked ship once again.

"Hey! We found someone hurt! Hello!" Elena ran ahead and called out to those still on the ship. Moments later Hibbary appeared on deck.

"What happened?!" Hibbary shouted from the ship.

"We found someone unconscious!" Isabel yelled. They hauled the unconscious lady aboard. Maggie quickly appeared from below deck, pants in hand.

“Oh my! Take her to the captain's bed!" The naked raccoon dropped her pants and ushered them with the wave of a hand. Everyone clamored across the deck to Mickeyila's room. Even Ruska stood in the doorway to watch what was unfolding.

“Lay her down right here." Maggie carefully disrobed the canine down to her underwear, and everyone helped lay the Doberman lady down on the captain's bed.

“Phew!" Elena gave a sigh of relief.

"Please take these and clean them." Maggie handed off the once beautiful garments to Elena.

"These are nice clothes." Elena felt the ruffled edges.

"She might be a noblewoman." Mickeyila guessed.

"Well, we know that she isn't poor." Isabel affirmed.

"It's very odd to find someone of wealth and standing mugged on a country road." Maggie noted. The older raccoon tended to the mysterious doberman woman and checked her over.

"She doesn't have any serious cuts that I can see, but her cheek appears a little swollen." Maggie confirmed. "There's other minor bruises as well." The older raccoon noticed along the canine's arms. "But no deep cuts that I can see."

“This is terrible."

"I think she was mugged."

"Or possibly kidnapped?"

"Maybe both?" Several of the pirate ladies guessed amongst themselves.

“Whatever happened, it's a good thing that all of you found her." Maggie nodded.

“My heart is beating so fast right now." Mickeyila felt her forehead.

“Please don't faint." Hibbary's eyes cut to her captain.

“This is terrifying and exciting all at once!"

"Oh! She's waking up!" Maggie said excitedly in a hushed voice as the figure laying in bed began to stir. Everyone crowded closer and loomed over the beside to watch. The Doberman lady shifted, and moved her limbs. Her head rolled to the side only for a brief frown to appear. A grumble and grunt didn't say much as her pretty blue eyes blinked awake.

"Eh-where am I?" She slowly sat up and rubbed her head with a tan furred hand causing the sheet draped over her to pool onto her lap. Her obsidian fur was sleek and beautiful with standard tan markings. Her large bust was a little bigger than the captain's and had a healthy youthful roundness. The pink skin of her areolae and nipples contrasted openly against her dark fur. The Doberman was slim along her torso and arms, giving her an elegant and feminine appearance. Her sharp pointed black ears wiggled around as she took in her surroundings.

"Huh?" She looked down and realized that she was half exposed. She quickly pulled the sheet back up to cover herself only to realize that everyone else around her was topless. "What is this? Who are all of you?" Her blue eyes looked at everyone in shock.

"You're aboard our ship, the Damsel." Maggie explained.

"A ship? How?" She was confused.

"They found you unconscious along a dirt road." Hibbary added. A moment passed as the Doberman collected her memories.

"My head hurts..." She whined and cradled one side of her head.

"Careful." Maggie placed a reassuring hand on the canine's shoulder. "You are hurt." The Doberman laid back down.

“My body hurts." She moaned softly in discomfort.

“Take it easy. It's okay."

“Who are you?" Mickeyila asked in turn.

"My name is Charlotte. I was robbed while walking on the road... Where are my clothes?" She gripped the sheet tighter.

"Here." Elena held up the canine's tattered and stained dress. "But they're not in the best of shape..." The canine was at a loss for words as she looked at the ruined dress.

"At the very least they need to be washed and mended." Maggie explained. "But that shouldn't take very long." She added optimistically.

"Why would someone mug you?" Mickeyila asked.

"I was alone." She admitted to the crew's curiosity.

"A lady shouldn't be alone on a dangerous path."

"I had nowhere else to go." She stared blankly at the covers. The rest of the crew looked at each other questioningly.

"What do you mean?" Roxanne wondered. There was a lengthy and mysterious silence that presided over them. Only after a deep thought did the Doberman start explaining her story.

"I was engaged to a man by the name of Gabrielle Fallopio." She answered in a quivering yet hushed voice. "My family made an agreement with his family to arrange a wedding and sent me over here to Grand Madreiga, but when we met... He said it was all a mistake, and that he loved someone else." She paused to wipe her eyes.

"That filthy cloaca." Hibbary frowned.

"He departed the next day and I was left on this island without any money, any family, or place to stay. I cried so much that I didn't know what to do. I-I ran away." Her eyes began to water.

“Through the woods along a pathway. A-A group of men jeered and roughed me up before attacking and robbing me. I couldn't escape." Fear was evident in her misty eyes as she told her tale. "I don't remember anything else... except now when I woke up. I don't have anything left. I'm useless!" She covered her face. The pirates glanced at one another.

“Don't cry. We're here." Maggie consoled her.

“It'll be okay." Elena added.

"Maybe your family didn't abandon you. If you were supposed to be married, then they were likely fooled as well." Roxanne optimistically spoke. However, the distraught Doberman didn't appear reassured, but she did wipe her eyes and calm down.

"Don't worry, Charlotte. We aren't going to leave you here to fend for yourself. You can stay aboard with us as long as you need." Mickeyila reassured the Doberman lady. "One of our codes is to help any lady in distress."

"One of your codes?" The canine looked at her curiously.

"We're pirates!" Mickeyila smiled.

"Pirates? You are all pirates?" Charlotte's eyes widened fearfully as she looked at the crew of ladies.

"We're the Topless Pirates." Mickeyila openly smiled. "A female pirate group who sails the seas in search of treasure, pirating vessels, and of course helping a lady in need." The captain's optimistic tone didn't convince the Doberman entirely.

"You won't hurt me, will you?" She fearfully asked.

"No! Of course not!" Mickeyila waved her hands and bashfully smiled. "We plunder merchant vessels, not ladies."

“Oh my…" Charlotte blinked in disbelief at all of the topless women standing before her only to wince and laid her head back down on the pillow.

“Get all of the rest you need." The raccoon encouraged the Doberman not to strain herself. “You've been through so much. Please rest."

“Thank you." Charlotte meekly replied and closed her eyes.

“Maggie will take good care of you and any of us will give you anything that you need." Mickeyila promised as they left the Doberman to sleep peacefully.

“Goodness." Maggie blew a sigh. “All of you found her unconscious on a dirt road?"

“Yep." Isabel confirmed.

“It was scary." Elena nodded.

"We have the rest of the afternoon and evening to explore the countryside." Mickeyila began with a sigh of relief. “If some of us still want to go."

“Yeah…"

"I never thought we would find someone stranded on a dirt road like that." She admitted.

“That was terrifying." Roxanne frowned. “I thought she was dead."

“Maggie will take good care of her while we are gone though. Are we ready to set out a second time?"

“I wanna tag along this time." Hibbary jumped up.

“Perfect! Everyone else coming?"

“I'll stay and help Maggie if she needs anything." Elena offered to stay.

“That's fine." Mickeyila nodded and the female rat remained on the vessel.

“Everyone else who wants to come along, we're heading out." Mickeyila waved a hand and disembarked with Isabel, Hibbary, and Roxanne following her.

“Hopefully we don't run into any more excitement like that." Roxanne said with relief as they found the dirt pathway once again.

“It can't be helped." Isabel shrugged indifferently.

“You don't think we will run into the gang that hurt Charlotte, do you?"

“Nah, but we are armed in case anything jumps out at us." Their captain confidently spoke.

“Pew pew." Hibbary tapped her pistol in the hem of her pants. The group walked along the same pathway as before and soon reached the section of dirt road where they had found Charlotte. All eyes were alert in case those gang of people who harmed Charlotte appeared, but it was quiet and peaceful. The pathway slowly ascended up a sloping hill.

“Let's stay out of view." Mickeyila kept just off the crest of the hilltop.

"There are a few plantations around here." Hibbary took note at the wide cultivated fields on the other side of the hill. A few large homes also dotted the open space.

“Mmhm. But I doubt we can steal plants before a harvest. It wouldn't make much sense to steal plants anyway."

"It might be easier to raid one of the plantations rather than sneak through town." The red vixen mentioned. "It's a populated port. There has to be a military presence of some kind, especially with that galleon docked there."

"We'd have to carry anything we steal out here by hand back to the ship." Isabel pointed out. “We'd need the whole crew to haul as much as possible."

“Yeah, it'll take a lot of effort." Mickeyila thought aloud. Ahead of them, a lone tree stood tall above the uneven terrain.

“I can climb it and look around." Hibbary offered.

“Please and thank you." Mickeyila smiled as the coyote scrabbled up and tree trunk and lifted herself onto higher branches.

“Don't fall." Roxanne watched.

“Don't jinx me!" The coyote yapped back.

“What do you see?"

“Seems like the pathway ends and this is the last house." She called down. “I think it's rocky cliffs and beaches up ahead."

“Can you see to the port?" Isabel called up to her and pointed in the opposite direction.

“Eh, not really." She held onto the trunk tightly and looked in the other direction. “The taller trees of the forest are blocking my view. I can kinda see some tall architecture, but that's about it." She said before clamoring down the tree.

“Thanks. I appreciate it." Mickeyila patted her shoulder.

“Sure thing."

“Alrighty then, I guess our plan is to either go-."

"Ah-ha!" A triumphant voice cried out, startling the entire crew. A figure leapt from the bushes and faced them. Black and white fur revealed a border collie standing before them.

“Looks like I caught a couple of ladies sneaking around uh… uh oh." The collie's confident expression completely changed as weapons were drawn.

“Who are you, boy?" Isabel asked, pistol in hand.

“E-Elizabeth!" She stammered only to frown. “Hey! I'm not a boy! I'm a woman!" She argued.

“Sounds like a woman." Hibbary guessed.

“I'm twenty! I just turned twenty years old!" The young woman barked. “Why are you all topless?" She saw their bare breasts in confusion.

“We're pirates." Mickeyila spoke up.

"You're pirates?" Her shock turned into admiration.

"We're a female pirate group called the Topless Pirates! I'm the captain, Mickeyila." Mickeyila enthusiastically introduced themselves and puffed out her bare chest proudly.

"What?" Her jaw dropped. "Wow! That's so cool!" She exclaimed.

"Wait. What?" Mickeyila looked at the collie suspiciously.

“I'd love to join your crew! Can I join?!" She nearly jumped all over Mickeyila excitedly.

“Easy, easy." Mickeyila told the bouncing collie with a bashful smile. “Why would you want to join a pirate crew so readily?"

“I'm, uh. What do you call it..." The collie thought aloud.

"Crazy?" Isabel guessed.

"No! I'm free spirited!" Elizabeth proclaimed.

“I see…" The captain rubbed her chin.

“I always wanted to explore the world, and be on my own! I've even tried running away from home before, but I never make it far. It's not fair!"

“I wonder why." Hibbary mumbled.

"Hold on. Stay right there." Mickeyila stated. "We need to talk this over." She waved her arms and formed a close circle with Isabel, Hibbary, and Roxanne.

“What do you think we should do?"

“Anyone will know where we are pretty soon. She isn't exactly the quiet type…"

“I was going to ask if all of you thought it would be a good idea for her to join the crew."

“You want her to join the crew?"

“Do you think she would make a good crew mate?"

“She's not exactly a lady in distress."

"I don't know..." Mickeyila even had her doubts about her own idea as she rubbed her chin. "She seems energetic, but we've only met for a few moments."

“Uh huh."

"Sound familiar?" Isabel rose a brow to her captain.

"Maybe a little..." Mickeyila sheepishly grinned.

“She's the exact opposite of Charlotte."

“Physically and personality."

"She is excited to join us." Hibbary pointed out. They glanced back at the border collie eagerly awaiting their decision. The collie was grinning and watching them closely.

“Maybe too excited." Roxanne sounded unsure.

"She will be useful for anything we need to do around this island." Isabel spoke up. "We haven't even managed to reach the outskirts of the port yet."

“What if she's just enamored with us?" Roxanne asked.

“Maybe she will know who hurt Charlotte?" Hibbary guessed.

“I say there's no harm in at least trying." Mickeyila made up her mind. “Maggie, Elena, and Ruska will vote too." She concluded.

“We trust you." The group broke up and approached the excited collie once again.

“Ok Elizabeth," Mickeyila faced the excited canine, "we can lead you back to our ship and put the decision to a vote."

“I hope this is a good idea." Roxanne didn't know what to make of their day so far.

“Awesome! Thank you! Thank you!" She cheered. The petite collie was practically bouncing beside them as they turned and headed back along the path to the ship.

"Do you attack the navy and plunder the shores of towns?"

“Well…"

“Have you found buried treasure of Spanish gold?"

"Eh not yet."

“Oh! What about diamonds?! Maybe diving for pearls. Has there been swashbuckling and wanted posters?"

“You're asking a lot of questions at once." Mickeyila gave a friendly yet tired grin.

“Sorry!" Elizabeth closed her mouth and even grabbed her muzzle.

“She makes the captain seem mellow." Hibbary teased.

“All of us." Roxanne chimed in. The quietness of their walk didn't last very long as the ship came into view once again.

“What's the ship's name?" Elizabeth asked.

“The Damsel." Mickeyila politely gestured as they approached and boarded.

“This looks so cool!" She excitedly looked around the deck. “How many crew members are there? And they're all women?"

“The crew is kinda new." Mickeyila admitted. “And yes, we are all women, hence the topless name and flag." The mutt pointed up to their black flag.

“Wow." The collie admired the flag and its design for a moment. “Gah! Even the flag has larger breasts than me…" Elizabeth folded her arms insecurely.

“It's pretty hard to be flatter than a pancake." Isabel picked at her with a little grin.

“Hmph!" The collie looked away from the lioness.

"Everyone gather around!" Mickeyila called out. "We have to decide a vote! You too Ruska." She called out to the naked grey wolf.

“Hey!" Maggie and Elena appeared from below deck.

“What's going on?" They approached.

“We're voting on a new crew member." Mickeyila gestured to the excited border collie. “This is Elizabeth."

“Hello." The raccoon gave a polite nod.

“Hi, um. You're butt naked." Elizabeth pointed out.

“Oh! Well, I've been busy. Sorry!" The mature raccoon covered her sex.

“I'm not sure where her pants are." Elena shrugged.

“Alrighty then… We currently have seven crew members, so there shouldn't be a tie." Mickeyila pointed out. “Since we barely met, does anyone have any questions for her?"

“Can you even fight?" Isabel asked.

“I can bite!" She showed her teeth and growled.

“Heh." Mickeyila held back a laugh. “She has the energy I think."

“I guess that's something." Roxanne scratched her head.

“Can you help us navigate the island?"

“Of course! I've lived here more than half my life." She beamed a smile.

“Hmm."

"I come from a wealthy estate, so I can, you know, steal a bunch of food for us." The collie offered.

"I'm not going to say no to food." Elena mentioned with a sheepish grin.

“It is a winning argument." Hibbary wondered how much food they had in store at the moment.

"Those not in favor of Elizabeth joining? She asked. Isabel and Roxanne raised their hands.

"That's two. Those in favor of Elizabeth joining?" Mickeyila asked. Hibbary, Maggie, Elena, and Ruska all raised their hands with their captain. "That's five to two... Welcome aboard, Elizabeth." Mickeyila turned to face the collie, their newest crew member.

"Alright!" She tore off her shirt all too eagerly. The canine had white chest fur, fluffy and untamed much like her spirit. Her breasts were nearly nonexistent, but two firm pink spouts poked freely out of the messy white fur as if to remind any unconvinced onlookers.

"I'm a pirate!" She cheered gleefully.

"Are you really a woman?" Isabel mused and looked closely at the border collie's chest.

"Yes, I'm a woman!" She bellowed. "They're just... Flat! That's all!"

"Completely flat." Isabel mumbled.

"Hey!" The collie growled. "I am twenty years old. They're still growing!"

"Just making sure..." The lioness teased with a shrug before stepping away. The collie glared sourly at the lioness, but blew an indifferent sigh.

"If it helps at all, they will probably round out more, and then one day they'll look like mine." Maggie spoke up.

"I know. I know they will." The slim canine sternly nodded.

"Now, what about all that food you had mentioned?" Mickeyila placed an arm around the collie's shoulders.

“Sure!" Elizabeth beamed a smile. "My family has plenty of chickens. Oh, there's a few apple and pear trees too. Of course, we have bread and cheeses as well. There's jarred jams too. The pantry is full of stuff. We even have a smokehouse."

“Say no more, or I'll drool." Mickeyila laughed. “I need as many hands on deck to come with me." The canine declared. “We're grocery shopping!"

"I want to go again!" Hibbary offered to help.

“Excellent."

“I will stay to help." Maggie grinned. “Eh, with Ruska." She glanced at the silent wolf across the deck.

“Gotcha. Wish us luck then, and help Charlotte if you can." Mickeyila gave a thumbs up.

“Woohoo!" Elizabeth cried out and led the way with a brisk pace.

"Good luck!" Maggie waved and called out as they disembarked a third time.

'Mickeyila certainly has an air of charisma around her to recruit so many ladies in such little time, and to go topless as well.' The mature Maggie thought to herself. The naked raccoon turned and looked at the captain's door.

“I should check on her again. It's been a while." The mature raccoon walked over to the captain's quarters, and very carefully opened the door. Peeking inside, she could see the bedside and part of the occupant inside. The raccoon tiptoed inside and quietly shut the door. The bed rustled as Charlotte turned and looked over at the pirate.

"Oh. You are awake again." Maggie quickly approached the bedside. "Are you getting enough rest?" The Doberman nodded without saying anything. The older raccoon touched the back of her hand to the canine's forehead.

"No fever." She retracted her hand with a noticeable grin. "Are you feeling well?" She asked anyway.

"Better." She rubbed her neck. "But I'm sore."

"I would be surprised if you weren't." Maggie admitted. "Given my age, I would be in much worse shape in your place." The Doberman quietly nodded before looking back at the door.

"What was all of that commotion outside?" She asked.

"Well, it has been a wild day." Maggie grinned. "Our captain Mickeyila wants to celebrate so I'm going to cook up a big feast for the evening."

"She what?" Charlotte was surprised. "Why?"

"There is another young lady that they ran into on this island, and she wanted to join our crew. I haven't seen anyone as excited and thrilled as her before. Apparently she is an adventurous one who is from a nearby plantation, and from what I gather, a wealthy one. About half the crew went out with her to get some extra food and supplies." The Doberman lady seemed to understand and nodded quietly.

"And all of you allowed her to join?"

"That's correct. We voted yes, and now she is part of our crew." Maggie explained everything.

"You voted?" The canine was confused.

"Yes, of course." Maggie nodded. "When a big decision has to be made, like admitting a new crew member, the entire crew gets a say. We don't vote on every little thing that comes to mind. We save it for important decisions. If you wanted to join us then it would have to be put to a vote for all crew members." Maggie offered. The Doberman's blue eyes widened in shock at the suggestion, but she didn't say anything in response. "I don't mean to put you on the spot like that!" The raccoon giggled. "You don't have to join the crew, but our captain has a motto to help any lady in distress." She added. "You don't owe us anything."

"I appreciate all of your help." Charlotte quietly spoke. "I still fear what could've happened to me."

"I'm glad our crew found you rather than some ruffian walking along the dirt road. You weren't in the best of shape." Maggie pointed out. The Doberman gave a timid nod, but didn't answer and looked away. At the bedside table, the raccoon noticed the entire small plate of food she had given Charlotte had been eaten.

"Your appetite hasn't diminished. That's good." She gave a deep satisfied nod. "Are you still hungry?" Maggie asked. "I can always make more of something."

"No." She shook her head. "Thank you again for the food. I appreciate it."

"You're most welcome. Is there anything else that you need?" Maggie offered. Charlotte glanced around for a moment before answering.

"Did you still have my clothes?" She politely asked while keeping the sheets covering her large bosom. "I'd like to get dressed, if I can."

"Yes! I have... er. Well I have your original clothes." Maggie wasn't sure how to word what she meant and walked over to a chair where a few garments were folded. "They aren't exactly the same as they were when we found you."

"Is anyone else coming in here?" She glanced at the closed door and hesitated to leave the bed.

"No." Maggie shook her head. "No one will be coming in and out of here. It's just me unless you need to speak with Mickeyila or Isabel." The older raccoon promised. “And there are no men aboard."

“O-okay." The Doberman looked at the door a final time before cautiously getting out of the bed. She pulled the covers back and carefully stood up from the bedside, still keeping herself covered with her arms. Nearly naked, she turned her back to Maggie as the raccoon assisted her in getting dressed.

"I managed to save most of the extra fabric from your dress." Maggie unraveled the bottom half of Charlotte's dress. It was hemmed in some and a tad shorter than before. It only reached about two inches above her ankles, but was otherwise the same dress.

"Thank you." The Doberman touched the clean material. Maggie held up a long sash of the same material before tying it around the Doberman's waist. The end was left hanging almost past her knees. Charlotte took a few tentative steps and liked the pants so far.

"What happened to my top?" Charlotte kept her buxom chest concealed.

"There were plenty of tears to the seams, so I had to cut part of the bottom off." The raccoon revealed the newly refashioned garment. It was now a sleeveless top that still covered her chest fairly well, but it left her midriff exposed. The Doberman looked disappointed and upset from the news.

"I'm sorry." Maggie apologized. "I almost forgot to make a top for you." The raccoon rubbed her head guiltily. "But with this material, I didn't want it to appear ragged in any spot. I did the best that I could to keep it presentable."

"It's ok..." Charlotte said despite being visibly upset. "I should be thankful that I'm alive." She offered a modest grin.

"If you prefer something more modest then I can give you this to wear over it." Maggie walked over and retrieved a shawl and held it in her other hand. "I wear it when I have to buy food in any town we dock at." She handed the item to Charlotte. "It should cover you a little more and keep your figure more modest."

"Thank you." The Doberman spoke with a little relief and turned her back to Maggie. She gradually unfolded her arms and held them out for the older raccoon to dress her. Although, even with her back turned, it was easy to see the outer curves of her large breasts from behind. The raccoon hummed as she helped dress Charlotte. Lastly, the canine covered herself with the shawl and felt more secure, but the bottom scarcely covered the canine's wide areolae.

“Need help?" Maggie offered.

“I'm trying to-." The Doberman bit her lip and attempted to tie a knot only for the fabric to slip between her fingers.

“Here, let me help." The raccoon stepped forward again and tried tying it securely. “Lift your arms a little-there! Perfect."

“Ouch!" A pinch didn't help.

"Sorry! Your breasts are so big!" Maggie struggled to tie the shawl to help keep the canine's chest well covered. The older raccoon tied a sturdy knot as she could before releasing a pent up breath and stepping back. The Doberman's breasts were barely contained, but covered nonetheless.

"You look great!" The raccoon proclaimed.

“Thank you." Charlotte bashfully blushed once Maggie smiled and placed her hands on her hips.

“Heh. I hope the others are having an easier time exploring the island." Maggie sheepishly smiled.