"Little Red, what are you doing?" asked Cain. A nervous look dawned upon his face as he looked at the scene before him.

It was the day before their departure from Harvest Island. Since their victory against the navy, they had partied non-stop at the tavern every evening, scaring away the locals, much to Elena's dismay. They had spent their time being with Jessica as much as they could, having fun and seeing different parts of the island. It was time well spent, and Cain would admit he would miss Jessica, though he would be happy to forget about all of her annoying pranks that would set Kirk on an angry rampage, one of which was about to happen.

Jessica hummed a laugh and placed a finger to her lips, telling Cain to be quiet. Morgan and John were already preparing themselves for the worst, hiding behind the bar, their heads peering over the countertop, tensely waiting for the outcome but excited at the same time.

Jessica's acrobatic style of aerial silk was being used to hover above a sleeping Kirk, who had collapsed on the stage the previous night after having too much to drink. The captain looked peaceful in his slumber, his empty tankard held protectively against his chest like a teddy bear cuddled by a toddler.

In Jessica's free hand, she held a feather, and with it, she tickled the captain's nose. Now and then, his hand would reach up to itch his nose, his face scrunching up as he did so. However, that wasn't all Jessica had planned; she had poured an oily substance over the steps of the stage, along with a tripwire. Once again, Jessica tickled the captain with her feather.

"Go away," he grumbled and swatted his arm around in the air.

To Jessica's disappointment, he still didn't wake up, and he turned onto his side, lightly snoring. Again, she reached down and stroked the feather along his cheek.

The captain slapped his face.

Jessica fist-pumped her hands into the air as she cheered silently. She quickly made her escape by swinging her body up the purple silk ropes and hid within the rafters above, a broad grin sprawled across her face. The show was about to commence.

Kirk incoherently growled, having woken himself up by slapping himself in the face for some reason. He'd been having a perfect dream as well. He'd surpassed his older brother and had been rubbing it in his face until his dream was rudely interrupted. He pulled his hand away from his face and groggily stood up, still feeling the effects from last night's drinking game in which he'd arrived at a draw with Jessica. His head pounded, and the bright light stung his eyes, forcing him to close them again.

He wiped his face of sleep and yawned, looking around the tavern. It was empty except for Elena, who stood behind the bar cleaning glasses, and Cain, who leaned against the exit with his arms crossed like he was waiting for something to happen, an amused look in his blue eyes.

"Where's Little Red?" Kirk frowned as he looked over the empty bar; it was too quiet. "And the crew?"

Cain shrugged, which only caused Kirk's frown to deepen.

Where was everyone?

The thought left him when the aroma of bacon cooking in the kitchens behind the bar caught his attention. His stomach growled, his mouth watered, and he licked his lips. He was starving, and only bacon would satisfy the empty void within him. He stomped his left boot down onto the steps of the stage when his senses went into high alert, and his face dropped as an unpleasant shiver ran down his spine.

He heard the haunting sound of humming laughter, the warning he had become accustomed to over the past few weeks that he had learnt meant that something terrible was about to happen. The Giggling Assassin had struck, and Kirk had a feeling he'd already stepped into her trap.

His searched around the room for Jessica, but he couldn't see her anywhere and could only hear her humming laughter echoing around the bar. He got an eerie feeling from her laugh. It felt like death was at his doorstep and ready to take his soul.

His fists tightened into balls, ready to attack, and objects around the room started to rattle. He stepped his right foot down, and the second his boot impacted onto the step, he slipped over, his feet flew up into the air, and his backside landed on the steps and thudded down them. His jaw smacked up and down, and he bit into his tongue.

He hissed and groaned, every inch of his body in pain, and his headache was worse than ever. He sat up, his hand snagged on something, and his heart dropped, realising he had set off a tripwire. He looked up to find a bucket tipping over directly above his head, and a sticky substance poured out of it. His entire face cringed as the contents splattered all over him, covering the entirety of his body in green goop.

His blood started to pump around his body; his face turned red as an enraged feeling passed through him. He aggressively flicked his arms, attempting to rid himself of the slimy goop, and wiped his face down.

"JESSICA!"

The entire tavern vibrated from the shockwave of his outburst. Cain chuckled from his leaning position while the rest of the crew, still hidden behind the bar, had burst out laughing. Even the dark and mysterious Elena mustered a smirk at the scenario.

"Did I do something wrong, Captain?"

Kirk's head shot back up to the rafters above. He was fuming, his lips flared, and his amber eyes were filled with fire as he glared up at his little sister.

Jessica sat directly above him in the rafters, her legs swinging playfully as she bit down on her purple nails, an innocent and childish look in her face as she blinked away at her captain.

"What is that?" Kirk pointed towards a white sack cradled on Jessica's lap.

From what he could tell, it looked plush and soft in her grasp, so it wasn't anything heavy. His anger turned to fear as her innocent look turned into the devil's grin. Anything childlike about her instantly disappeared.

"Do you want to find out?"

"No!" he shouted at her. "Now put it away before I lose my temper."

"I think you would like to know."

"I really don't!"

Her hands slowly started to let go of the white sack. Kirk looked horrified.

"Don't you dare!" he screamed at her.

"Oops!" She let go of the sack and covered her mouth, holding back laughter.

The sack landed on his head, and a cloud of white feathers erupted into the air and stuck to the slimy captain, making him look like an ugly chicken. Everyone had fallen over in laughter, and some of his crew was making chicken noises at him.

Kirk's forehead twitched as his veins burst one by one. The room started to rattle, and everyone ducked for cover as objects started flying around.

"JESSICA, YOU'RE DEAD!"

He shot the newly-formed ball of objects up at the rafters, but the girl was already back down on the floor. She laughed to her heart's content as she jumped from tabletop to tabletop, avoiding her pursuing angry brother, who was destroying everything in his path.

Cain shook his head while chuckling to himself. Only Jessica could get away with such a prank. Even though his captain was red with rage, destroying everything in his path, he held back his attacks against Jessica, making sure she wouldn't get hurt.

"Enough!" Elena shouted.

Elena looked darkly towards them, her hawk-like eyes narrowing towards them like sharp daggers.

Kirk froze where he stood. The flying objects aimed at Jessica froze mid-air while she swung upside down from her silk ropes. Neither dared to move, fearing the wrath they could feel emitting from Elena. The entire bar stilled from her dark aura.

"You two." She pointed at the two most guilty culprits. "You'd better clean my bar before the customers arrive, and you're not allowed any breakfast until this place is spotless. You'd better hurry, because I ain't saving any bacon from your hungry crew."

Kirk glared up at Jessica. "This is your fault!"

"My fault?" Jessica growled back at him. "You're the one that always has to rampage around the bar like a spoilt toddler having a tantrum every time someone upsets you. Lighten up and have some fun once in a while."

"I am not a toddler!" His brow twitched from her insult.

"Are you sure about that?" She pointed at the objects flying around him. "You seem to play with toys," she jeered.

Cain suppressed a laugh and covered it up with a cough when Kirk shot him a deathly glare. Never had Cain heard anyone call Kirk's cursed soul a toy before. Cain sat down at the only table left standing after Kirk's rampage, the rest of the crew joining him.

Kirk was about to give a retort to Jessica's comment when he was interrupted.

"Breakfast is served!" Elena announced and served the eggs and bacon to the crew.

Both Kirk and Jessica licked their lips, and their stomachs growled. They walked towards the table in a trance until a warning glare from Elena told them otherwise. They both looked at each other.

"If we work together, then we can get the job done faster," Jessica suggested.

"Agreed." Kirk nodded.

Everyone's jaws dropped around the table as they both stared at the siblings working together to clean up the mess they had caused.

Even Cain didn't know what to think of the situation. His captain didn't work well with others, but here he witnessed the pair working together. First, Jessica helped Kirk clean himself of the feathers and slime, then she ran off to get the mops and buckets. Kirk put the knocked-over tables and chairs back onto their legs.

"The power of food can accomplish anything," Elena said as she sat down next to Cain.

"I'll take note of that for the next time Kirk goes on a rampage." Cain started eating his breakfast.

Jessica wiped the sweat off her brow and stretched her back and arms. Finally, the pair had finished cleaning the tavern; it was completely spotless. However, as the red-haired duo ran over to the breakfast table, their expressions depressed significantly as they looked down at the empty plates. The bacon was gone.

"Idiot!" Kirk smacked Jessica across the back of her head, her white beanie falling off in the process. "It's your fault there's no bacon left!"

Jessica glared up at her brother and muttered incoherent curse words at him while she rubbed the growing lump on her head and picked up her hat.

"I'll make us some more," she sighed as she trekked back to the kitchen.

"And it had better taste good as well!" he shouted after her.

A broad smile spread across Jessica's face as she entered the kitchen. The smell of fresh bread teased her senses. She loved bread more than anything, and it was her favourite food to bake whenever she had time.

Jessica loved to cook; it was one of her favourite hobbies after aerial silk and training with her sword. She considered herself an expert chef and always found delight in any kitchen she ever stepped foot in. Jessica could make a masterpiece out of nothing. Whenever she cooked at the tavern, the locals would queue in line all day to get a taste of her cooking. With a skip in her step, she danced around the kitchen, grabbing the various ingredients she would need, and started on her masterpiece.

Meanwhile, Kirk sat at the breakfast table, his head in his hand, and he chewed on his lips as he waited for his food. His stomach grumbled impatiently. After ten more minutes, the captain grinned when his little sister came dancing out from behind the bar, two plates filled with scrambled eggs, bacon and the freshly baked bread in her hands. However, what made Kirk smile wasn't the food but the big, satisfied grin on Jessica's face. She set the plates down, and they both immediately dug in. The second the bacon touched Kirk's lips, the captain's eyes shot wide open. He was in heaven; never had he tasted such fantastic bacon in his life.

"This is delicious!" Kirk exclaimed as he devoured the food. Everything tasted like an angel had touched it. The flavours danced on his tongue.

Jessica laughed, having expected such a reaction.