The crew was docked on a small island that mostly consisted of natives and people doing black market dealings. Any "respectable" people there turned a blind eye. It was basically a pirate's playground. The Enterprise needed more supplies and Jim also had business to attend to with one of his "colleagues" there on the island.

After Jim had done his dealing and the sun had gone down, the crew was enjoying a bit of down time at the local bar. Mary was sitting in Jim's lap, her arms around his shoulders. Nobody at that point would have guessed her lineage. She was actually wearing pants, tight ones that Jim loved on her, and her corset on the outside to help push up the little bit of cleavage that she had. Her hair was down. She was full-on pirate that night and didn't give a damn. Mary snuggled in his lap, making it very clear to the room that she was his.

"So what deal did you make today?" she asked, fingers stroking idly over his chest.