Percy was fuming...
He was absolutely outraged that he had to wear this.

"There is no way in hell I am wearing this perverted excuse as a slave uniform..." He growled.

"Rather walk around naked?"

"Screw you!"

Milo sighed. "Or we could just make you wear chains and shit..."

Percy sighed and walked over to Milo, his rage was increased as the drafty croptop he was put in made his chest cold.

"I'd rather get murdered..."

"Sorry but you have no choice."

Percy frowned...

He felt like a bar slut.

He growled and walked beside Milo of whom led him on a chain, the crew members teased and whistled at the already furious pirate...

Making him feel so much more pissed off.

Throughout the rest of the day...
And the days before that...

Percy was the angriest little pirate Milo had ever seen.

Percy took nobody's shit... not even SkinTaker's and that was a first...

Percy was so enraged with his outfit that he couldn't have given less of a shit if SkinTaker had threatened to skin him... and the skeleton knew it... he found it amusing.

Percy eventually started walking Milo to his destination instead of Milo walking him...

It was within a matter of three weeks and then Percy was Milo's boss... kind of...

Percy was very very irritable in this time.

Percy's striking blue eyes darted left and right, angry and suspicious as he walked in front of Milo, growling at even the slightest peek at him or his outfit.

They were on a mission... well... kind of a mission... they were in a small town to talk to an old pirate who quit his pirating days well into his 50's, he had a certain gem that contained a map within so it was talk and then kill him if he didn't have it or give it up.

He was at a bar and that was where he was headed. His short shorts feeling uncomfortably tight now.

His shirt was like a crop top version of his original red and white striped one... he sighed as he put the straps back into place on his top and fixed his skirt, still angry he had to wear it...

He walked with a stride, lacey white knee high socks being kept up by a garterbelt.

He was fuming as he saw people muttering about him behind their hands or staring at him when he passed.
He felt like a little slut

And he hated it...

His boots clicked against the bar floor...

He adjusted his hat grouchily as the bar went quiet...

Staring at the angry puppet.

The bar got active again after seeing SkinTaker enter behind Percy.

Percy sat down by Milo who had allowed the chain to sit in his relaxed hand.
Percy took this opportunity to slip away while SkinTaker and Milo were discussing the plan.

Percy saw the target and went over to him, sitting at the same table as him...

The man was at first irritated but then became more and more interested as he got a good look at Percy.

Percy started using this to his advantage.
He was no flirt but sleight of hand and a smile was all he needed.
This man was already making moves, all Percy needed was to maneuver his way around them.

SkinTaker had noticed the puppet had slipped away, getting up and looking around before he saw Percy with their target.
He started moving quickly towards them until he noticed the situation.

The man was rather handsy with the puppet.
He then watched as Percy took this to his advantage...

SkinTaker slowed his movements.

Then he watched that little pussy carefully glide his hands around the bastard's legs and hips, and saw him grab the jewel...

SkinTaker was impressed as he watched the puppet carefully remove himself from the man without a hitch then slowly walk over to SkinTaker before quickly running past and grabbing his hand when the old man noticed the gem was gone.

Percy made it back to the ship with the crew then grabbed the gem and dropped it into SkinTaker's hands.
"Don't you ever... Ever make me do that again." He hissed through his teeth before going back to his and Milo's shared room.

Milo sighed with a smile plastered upon his face.
"Wow~ he's somethin isn't he?"

SkinTaker rolled his eyes then spoke gruffly as he passed Milo. "He did a better job than even you... fix that attitude of his and I may consider allowing him his own quarters and a bit more dignity..."

Then he strode to his quarters.