The Red Galleon made its way through the sky, heading on its journey to the United Kingdom. Even with the speed of the Galleon, it was still quite a journey, allowing the Rangers some time to themselves.

Emma was sitting with Gia, playing a game of cards, but given the large stack of chips by Gia's place at the table, it was clear she wasn't playing very well. She stared blankly at her cards, before throwing them down.

"Fold." She muttered. Gia put down her cards with a smile.

"Emma, there's no way you're this bad at poker." She stated, clearing out the pot. "You've not been paying attention all afternoon."

"I have so!" Emma protested. Gia just looked to her sceptically.

"Then explain why you folded on a straight flush and let me win with three twos." Gia responded, pointing to the cards. Emma looked to them and groaned as she realised Gia was right. She had been paying so little attention that she hadn't realised how strong her hand was.

"It's just..."

"Let me guess, blonde hair, grey eyes, has a habit of wearing silver?" Gia asked. "Is this something Troy should be worried about?" Emma pulled in closer.

"He's been shut up in his room for hours." Emma told her. Gia just shrugged her shoulders as Emma looked to the door, leading to the living quarters. "What is he doing in there?"

"Emma, he's been living on his own for months, maybe even years." Gia reminded her. "It's got to take some getting used to being around others again, even with a normal group."

"Maybe we shouldn't have made him wear the Mr Brainfreeze outfit." Emma mused out loud. "Maybe he took it personally."

"Hey, we've all had to wear that smelly, disgusting thing." Gia told her. "He didn't seem too bothered once he took it off. He's probably just getting cleaned up."

"For two hours?" Emma asked.

"That thing does smell pretty bad by now." Gia reminded her. Just then, Jake came into the room from the main deck.

"We've just seen the coast." Jake told them. "We should be arriving any time now."

"Thanks Jake." Gia responded as he left to head back out on the deck. She looked to Emma and sighed. "I know that look."

"What look?" Emma asked innocently.

"We'll be arriving any time now." Gia reminded her. "We can get him..."

"I think I'll just let Orion know we're almost there." Emma interrupted her, getting up. Before Gia could do anything to stop her, Emma was already out the door and heading towards Orion's room. She just started gathering up the cards, putting them back in the pack.

"That girl just won't quit." She commented with a little smile.

Emma made her way down the hall, stopping by the door to Orion's room. She waited a moment, before knocking.

"Orion?" She asked. When she didn't get an answer, she opened the door ajar, justifying it by telling herself he might not hear her through the door. "Orion?"

She still didn't get an answer. As she came into the room quietly, she found him kneeling on the floor, facing away from her. He didn't seem to notice her as she arrived, continuing to look away from her. Emma could hear a low, rhythmic voice coming from him, presumably speaking in Andresian since she couldn't understand what he was saying.

"Orion?" She asked again. He didn't respond, so she started to make her way towards him. She didn't really know why, but she was treading lightly as she approached him, almost creeping up on him. As she got to him, she saw him with his left forearm up, crossing his chest, placing his distinctive bracelet over the centre of his chest. His right hand was also raised, his fingers tapping sections of the bracelet in sequence as he carried on. By the time she was around in front of him, she could see his eyes were closed.

"Orion?" She asked again as she approached. He didn't answer, he just continued to mumble and chant, almost like he was in some kind of trance. As she approached, starting to reach out for him, his eyes suddenly shot open. Emma screamed, almost jumping clean out of her skin in fright, hitting the back of her head against the bed side table as she fell over. Orion got up, and crouched over her, inspecting her thoughtfully.

"Emma?" He asked. "Are you alright?"

"I will be once my head stops pounding." She muttered as she checked the back of her head with her hand. To her relief, she wasn't bleeding, but a noticeable bump was already starting to swell up under her hand.

"What are you doing in here?" He asked her. "My door was closed!"

"I knocked, but you didn't answer." She explained. "I came to tell you we're almost in Britain, we're getting ready to land."

Orion offered her a hand, hauling her to her feet effortlessly. Between his time working in the mines back home and his time surviving on his own marooned on an uninhabited planet meant that he was incredibly strong. He shifted Emma's weight almost effortlessly, the only issue being that he brought her up so fast that it took a moment for her to get her balance.

"What were you doing anyway?" She asked him. Orion didn't answer. He just turned and walked out of the room, gathering up his jacket as he went. Emma breathed a deep sigh. He was so guarded and private, she really wished she knew if there was some way she could help him, but seeing the way he reacted, she had a feeling that if anything; this intrusion had done more harm than good to her efforts to get closer to him.

At the Tower of London, the famous Beefeaters were doing their rounds, guarding the perimeter. It was a prestigious position, and a great honour to be chosen to serve in the famous regiment, even if membership was largely ceremonial more than functional. Between modern security and surveillance systems protecting the Crown Jewels, the guards were more or less only there as a last resort. Like the Scot's Guard at the palace, they were most famous and widely known for their traditional uniforms which hadn't changed in hundreds of years. Their distinctive red and gold uniforms, tall black hats and halberds were famous the world over.

A tour group came into the main room, the last stop on the tour, where the Crown Jewels were displayed. The woman leading the tour turned to the group she was with, seeing the tourists already snapping pictures.

"This room has housed the famous Crown Jewels for hundreds of years." She said in a distinctive, accented voice. She was a tall woman, with long, blonde hair hanging down the back of her black business suit with a pink blouse. She panned her hand around the room. "At one time, the security of these priceless artefacts was the exclusive responsibility of the Beefeaters, but today we have more modern means."

The tourists continued to take pictures as she gestured to the main exhibit.

"These are, of course, the most famous and valuable items in the exhibit, the famous Crown Jewels, most famously worn by the current monarch on her coronation. This piece is St Edward's Crown, made from..."

She looked around the room, seeing the tourists were taking pictures of the display cases and the Beefeaters, standing nowhere near her. She just sighed.

"It's made from spun sugar, and was brought to Britain when the queen travelled by pogo stick to the moon to win it in a game of poker from the little green men." She muttered. None of the tourists reacted, they weren't paying the slightest bit of attention to her, they were far too interested in ogling the valuable jewels, and chatting among themselves trying to imagine what they would be worth.

"Alright, that ends our tour." The guide announced. "If you follow this path, it'll take you to the gift shop, please feel free to fill out a comment card..."

They filed past her, at which she had to force a smile.

"...if you give a crap at all." She concluded. She went over the corner and leant against the wall, covering her face with her hands, letting out a weary sigh.

"Well, that was some interesting commentary at the end there Kat." One of the guards chuckled. "I didn't know I spent all day defending spun sugar."

"Don't start with me Eddie." She groaned.

"Look, I know the job isn't the greatest..."

"Isn't the greatest?" Kat asked him. "They weren't even listening to me! Not one of them noticed when I said that!"

"I know, they get distracted by all the shiny jewels." He commented, putting a hand on her shoulder. Kat just shook her head. "I've been here a lot longer than you; it happens with most of the tour groups."

"I know, it's just...this is a huge part of the country's history." She reiterated, her native Australian accent coming through more strongly now.

"You're just fed up of spending all that time learning all that stuff only for no one to listen to you." He chuckled. Kat sighed and nodded her head.

"There is some truth in that I guess." She muttered. Things were a little lean for the former Pink Ranger these days. When she had passed on her powers to Cassie, she had finally had the time to pursue her dream of becoming a dancer. She had been accepted to a ballet academy in London, and although she was sad to leave her friends, she knew that the opportunity was one she couldn't pass up.

Things had gone well for her in all those years, and she had been involved in many successful shows. She'd received rave reviews as a headline act all across Europe, but the time came when her career started to wind down. A sad fact was that ballet dancers didn't have particularly long careers in general, their bodies starting to break down under the weight of the demands placed on them. It was exacerbated in Kat's case by a few nagging injuries left over from her Ranger days. She'd continued as long as she could, but after a particularly extensive surgery on her left knee, she finally accepted that if she wanted to walk away from ballet, the emphasis on WALKING away, that was the time to do it.

By then, her reputation was so strong that she had found no difficulty at all getting work as an instructor, and a few years later had even gathered enough savings to open her own school. It wasn't big, only having a couple of dozen students at most at any time, but it was work she loved so much she didn't mind taking occasional side-jobs to help keep it open. The economic downturn had hit her business hard, with many of her students no longer being able to afford classes, and that was even BEFORE The Armada came. The sad fact was that her side-jobs, like the tour guide job she was doing now, had all but taken over from her time in the school just to earn enough to make ends meet and keep the doors open.

"I know, it's their holiday and they should be allowed to do what they want." Kat grumbled. "I just wonder why people come all this way to historical sites, and then don't bother listening to the history behind them."

Eddie just laughed.

"Right now, I think a lot of people are more worried about the present." He reminded her. Kat just laughed. Eddie was a kind man, a retired soldier that had been inducted into the Beefeaters as a way to supplement his pension. It wasn't a hugely demanding job, and it was a way for the government to reward him for years of loyal service by giving him a steady wage in a job he enjoyed. Most of his day was generally spent posing for pictures with tourists. Kat liked him; he reminded her a lot of her father.

"You're right, thanks Eddie." She answered as he left to continue on his rounds. It was a tedious and frustrating time in her life, but Kat knew she just had to make the best of it. It wasn't as though she was expecting the income from her school to suddenly skyrocket any time soon, so for now, dealing with tourists was going to have to do. She got off the wall, straightened out her hair, and headed back for the main gates to prepare for the next group.

After concealing the ship, the Rangers disembarked and headed for the city. Jake was carrying a large bag of treasures from their "piggy bank", one of Blackbeard's hidden vaults in St. Lucia. Jordan had shown them where it was, so that they could secure funds whenever they needed to. Having dressed in civilian dress to blend in, they were pointedly aware that none of them had any money. Although they still had some Euros from their time in Paris, Great Britain hadn't opted into the single European currency, still trading in Pounds Sterling.

"Jake, are you sure you brought enough?" Gia laughed, seeing the size of the bag. Most of the treasures within the vault were incredibly valuable, and netted impressive returns from pawn brokers, but they'd never carried this kind of volume with them. Jake just looked to her.

"Do you know how expensive things are here?" He asked her. "Petrol goes for like a hundred dollars a gallon!"

"No it doesn't." Emma groaned, taking the bag off him. Of all of them, she was the only one that had actually BEEN to the UK. It was when she was a lot younger, her mom and dad had brought her on holiday once. Although she could remember her dad commenting that things were more expensive in the UK, Jake was exaggerating more than a little.

"Whatever, let's just get some cash and find those keys." Troy told them as they headed into the centre of the city. "We don't want to risk outstaying our welcome."

As soon as they left, a dark figure, watching through a viewing device from his hiding place in a dark cave many miles from them just smiled. He had been tracking them on their journey, and now that he knew where they were, and more importantly where they had left their ship, he had an idea.

"Now, let's make things a little interesting." He commented to himself, scanning the area. Even cloaked, he knew exactly where the ship was since he had watched them disembark, and so he was able to focus all his energies on the process. Finding the ship, he started searching it. He found the chest of Ranger Keys sitting on a plinth by the command chair, but cursed his luck as he realised it was sealed.

"Damned Rangers!" He growled. Even if he got onto the ship, if he somehow managed to bypass their security, he had a feeling he would need incredible power to break into the chest, power he didn't really have to spare right now. He needed to keep something in reserve in case he was ever found. As he was scanning though, he found something interesting, an object...something that had all the Rangers' DNA trapped within it. He boosted power to his viewing device to get a closer look. Seeing a huge mass of foam rubber lying on the floor, he found himself starting to laugh.

"They...they honestly wore that?" He laughed, finding the idea farcical. However, as he continued to laugh, an idea came to him. The costume had samples of all the Rangers' DNA in it, including the new Silver Ranger's. He looked to the Z-staff next to him, and pondered for a moment. After a while thinking about it, he picked up the staff. "Let's see how you like THIS!"

On the Red Galleon, Tensou was fluttering around, doing some chores and muttering about once again being hit over the head by one of his friends. Although he didn't really feel any pain from it, being a robot, he still took it personally whenever the Rangers had to bludgeon him to find out where they were going next.

As he flew around the ship though, he suddenly found himself blasted back by a huge static charge. Clearing his optics, he was startled to see lightning crackling around the Mr Brainfreeze costume, before it suddenly disappeared. He landed on a table, and performed a full scan of the ship. No one had gotten onto the ship, none of the security systems had been breached...however he couldn't deny that the costume was gone. Even in the bizarre world of the Power Rangers, things rarely simply disappeared without a trace.

"Oh, this can't be good." He stated to himself.