She stepped forward, Prussian blue eyes glinting in the minimal light. Her footsteps echoed around the wooden cabin. A crash came from the deck above.
"The cavalry has arrived," she smiled, directing her attention to the man in the chair. Man may be to strong a word. Boy? Adolescent. Artemis Fowl also smiled, thinking quickly. Whatever she wants, she's not getting it now. The frail wooden door flung open and natural light seeped into the room, not quite reaching its damp corners.
"Mister Butler, yes, I have been expecting you," she put her hands on the back of Fowl's chair. Butler studied the girl. About 17, short dirty blonde hair, colourful braids and dreads weaved in, her dark eyes clashing with her pale skin. Tall, about 6 feet, he could snap her bones between two of his fingers, if he ever caught her. Butler pulled out his trusty Sig Sauer and aimed at the girl.
"Now, now, don't be hasty," she giggled, "you try anything and I guarantee you will find the remains of Fowls head on that wall there." Butler went numb, he couldn't understand it. His muscles weren't obeying him, he was frozen.
"Now if you proceed with your irrational actions. I may have to be irrational myself." Artemis thought for a second. No. It couldn't be, even the fairies haven't got that far yet. A well muscled man entered the room, he had a 5 o'clock shadow on his broad chin and wore a frayed eye patch.
"Cap'in," he stated in broad pirate, the girl looked up and ushered him on. What is it with me and captains? Thought Artemis uncharacteristically.