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Normally Captain Mickey was very open with his crewmates, sharing every secret he had and leaving the door to his personal quarter's wide open so anyone could come in. So naturally when he started locking his door and started answering new questions with 'None of yer business', worry came, especially to those considered his closest friends. The captain had been acting very unusual these last couple of weeks, and finally Donald and Goofy resolved to find out what was going on. The sun had set, and everyone was off doing their assigned chores. The duo had fashioned together a pick to use on Mickey's door, and after several failures, it was Goofy's hand that managed to break in. On their hands and knees, they opened the door as slow as possible, taking every second to make sure it wasn't creaking.

Mickey's chambers were the largest room on the ship, so there were plenty of places to hide. Mickey was on his bed, sitting up, smoothing out some maps to check over. A pencil was in his mouth, and he appeared to be mulling over what to do next in terms of sailing. When the door clicked shut, he momentarily looked up, but by that time, Goofy and Donald had already swiftly crawled behind his desk. Mickey decided the noise was his imagination and went back to work. Dog and duck quietly watched him, trying to figure out what had changed. Right now, nothing seemed different about Mickey.

Goofy looked at Donald, wearing an expression of 'Are ya sure this was a good idea, he looks fine.' That was met with Donald's angered brows that expressed 'Just wait, we'll find something out!' They resumed watching him, just in time for Mickey to spit out the pencil and look satisfied. He hopped off his bed, and grabbed one of the maps, and headed for his bathroom. As he slid the white door open to a side, Goofy whispered close to Donald. "What's he need the map in there fer?"

"Come on, let's find out." Donald waved him along, and the two crawled again until they were at the side of Mickey's bed. They popped their heads up, able to look at the inside of Mickey's white painted bathroom. The duo's eyes immediately latched onto his large bathtub, because of what was inside it.

"It's a gurl!" Goofy gasped, causing Donald's hand to lash out and grab him around the snout, hissing at him to be silent. Though Donald could understand Goofy's sudden surprise… after all, Mickey had brought a female on board, and hadn't told a soul. It was so unlike him that Donald had to rub his eyes and make sure he was seeing right. Mickey never really seemed interested in females, so why stow one away? Even if she was a pretty one, that was no excuse! Women were bad luck on ships.

This mouse of a girl was indeed a pretty one, but not in the normal sense of pretty. Her fur and skin had taints of glittery blue and green, as if she had been painted by the ocean tides. Her fingernails were pointed and sharp, tapping along the tub's side. She was sitting up in the tub, eyes on Mickey – lovely eyes that were deep and reflective. Mickey stood over the tub, holding out the map, pointing out locations on the map to her. "So we should be there by tomorra. The boys will be hittin' the southwest, and bring back a plenty good haul. Probably won't take more than two hours, and I promise to bring back somethin' nice fer you." He smiled kindly at her, and the boys noted that this smile of kindness was somewhat different than the usual smiles he gave his men.

The girl looked at the map, and then sat up straighter, pointing at a location on the edge of the map. "What's over there?"

Mickey looked down, and then shrugged one shoulder dismissively. "Just some book shops, is all… they got some outdated maps, nothin' good to grab." He began to roll up the parchment.

The girl still stared at that space even after it was gone, and her eyes lit up, as if coming to a conclusion. She faced him, fluttering her eyelashes. "You know, I get so bored in here, I'd love one of those maps to look over." She smiled at him, resting her head in her hands.

Mickey hesitated for a moment, something rumbling in his throat at the movement of those eyes. However, he shook his head hard. "Are ye nuts? It's halfway across the edge of the town, it'd take up way too much time, and then the escape would be a whole lot harder! We got plenty a maps here, and they're all up ta date!" He crossed his arms, adamant. "Aint happenin'."

Her smile turned into a pout. She studied him for a brief moment, and then suddenly ducked under the water. Mickey groaned, "Aw, c'mon, Mins!", but then her head came out at the other side of the tub. Something then began slither out of the tub, and Goofy and Donald wound up raising their heads higher to get a better look. The thing had scales, shining brighter than any jewel, and at the end of it was a wide fin. It looked like the tail of a very large fish. The color it matched the girl – Mins? – entirely, and Donald and Goofy kept looking at the tail, then back to her head, back and forth, back and forth.

The tail continued moving, until the fin found itself under Mickey's chin. He jerked, going still, eyes wide and cheeks red. Before, when 'Mins' spoke, it was a squeaky and girly tone, but now she was cooing with a sultry manner, knowing just how to get her way. "Oh, pretty please, Mickey?" The fin stroked under his chin, nearly resembling the flow of fingers. "All I want is just one little map… and I'm sure my darling, brave, strong, fast captain could get it…" Mickey had gone completely silent since the 'attack' on him started, and his entire mind seemed be in the process of a meltdown. So far the only thing of him that had moved was his thin black tail, which was now rapidly wagging faster than Pluto's at suppertime.

The girl looked like she was enjoying the mess she was creating in his head, casually leaning on the tub and letting her arms rest on its ridges. As she continued to stroke him, his face began to reflect the melting in his head. His cheeks went redder, his eyes lidded halfway shut, and he was now sporting a grin that looked in no way healthy. It was obvious she had complete control over him now, as she began to drag her tail under his chin, pulling it away inch by inch, and his head leaned forward accordingly, enraptured. 'Mins' suppressed a giggle. "Please, captain…?"

Her tail flipped up, and then zipped right back into the tub, creating a small splash. By this time Mickey had leaned forward so much that, without the support of the tail, he fell flat on his face onto the floor. He quickly scrambled to his knees, his body shaking, and his voice delirious. "Huh-ha-ha! Well! I!" He laughed nervously, tugging on his shirt collar to try and breathe. "I-It's not that far! I g-guess I could just get one map… long as I'm there…"

'Mins' gave a few claps, delighted, and her voice was the little girl again, as if she hadn't done anything different at all. "Oh, you're so sweet! Thank you!" Mickey nodded shyly, ducking away and scratching the back of his head.

Donald, infuriated, yanked Goofy by his ears until they were on her bellies behind the bed. "That little harlot! She's been using the captain all this time!"

"She's a fish." Goofy replied in disbelief, blinking slowly.

"That's why the captain has been acting so weird! She's using those… those 'wiles' of hers to make him do what she wants!"

"She's a fish." Goofy repeated.

"Don't you see, Goofy? If we let this go on, she'll make him hand over all of our treasure! This is why you can't let girls on a ship! We gotta do something!"

"She's a fish."

Donald narrowed his eyes. "Is that all you got from what we just watched?"

Goofy shrugged. "Sorry… but… what do we do? I aint even good around regular gurls, and we gotta deal with a fish-gurl now?"

"We just have to knock some sense into the captain." Donald punched one hand into an empty palm. "We have to do it, for his sake!" He then held out his hand. Goofy frowned, but then nodded, taking the hand and shaking it. Then a third hand came on top of theirs. The two pirates slowly lifted their head to now see Mickey kneeling with them, glaring at them.

From her tub, Minnie heard two voices say "Uh-oh", followed by loud violence. She blinked, and then reached out of the tub to grab the door and shut it closed. Men could be far too noisy.