When morning came, Sam slowly opened her eyes, feeling the sunlight against her skin as the sun began to rise in the sky. She stretched slowly and let out a yawn. The bed was cold now, as Eduardo was no longer in the bed. She sat up and looked around the room. There was a note on the pillow next to her, and she picked it up to read it.

It was from Eduardo, telling her that he had gone downstairs to talk with the crew about a few things, but that she should stay in bed for a while longer as he would return shortly. She tossed the note back onto the bed as she threw her legs over the side. Stretching her arms above her head again, she stood up and headed to the bathroom. She needed to get ready for work at the bar, Daniel had said he'd be back, and she wanted to see if she could finally get some information from him.

She quickly dressed and locked the room behind her. She was sure that Eduardo had gone off with the rest of the crew to search, so she didn't bother to find him to let him know she was leaving. Hurrying to the bar, she quickly threw on her uniform and went behind the bar, where Thomas was already working.

"Hey, did you find out anything?" He asked.

"No, not yet. You?"

"Nothing. Some of the sailors I talked to had no idea what I was talking about when I asked about pirates being attacked. I talked to the guys this morning as they were heading out and they said that they had gone through a couple of the naval officer's places, but still haven't been able to find anything. They mentioned that Daniel guy you were with last night, since he's a higher up official, and said they were going to see if they could investigate his place later today."

"Might not be a bad idea, I'm going to see if I can get him to talk to me about it today."

Thomas nodded and grabbed the tray that she'd filled with full mugs, heading off. The day passed by slowly without much of a hitch. A few men had gotten rowdy at one point right around lunch time, but Thomas had been able to dissipate the situation without a fuss.

Daniel hadn't showed up yet, and it caused Sam to worry that he wouldn't return. She desperately wanted to help everyone, and she knew this was just one of the small ways she could do so. She knew Eduardo didn't approve of her particular tactics when it came to this, but she knew that it would be the only way to get the attention of this particular officer.

She hadn't known him for long, but she could tell he liked it when people paid him close attention. He liked the admiration, and adored it when women fawned over him. He had a large ego, and Sam hoped that by stroking it some, she would earn his trust enough to get him to talk. While he had never said anything direct the previous night, he had made several subtle hints that he wasn't a big fan of the pirates, even those that were known to be quite friendly.

Right around happy hour, she looked up and saw Daniel making his way through the crowd to her. She breathed a sigh of relief as he came up and leaned against the bar, smiling at her. She mustered her biggest smile and placed a mug in front of him.

"Hello Sarah, how are you?"

"Doing just fine." She replied sweetly, cleaning a mug.

"I wanted to come back here today to tell you that I had a great time with you last night."

"I had a nice time as well."

He leaned in closer across the counter towards her. "I wanted to see if it would be possible for you to come to my place tomorrow for lunch or something."

With the possibilities ringing in her ears, she placed the mug back on the counter and beamed at him. "I'd love to."

"Great," He exclaimed as he pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to her, "the address is here. Sorry I can't stay any longer, I have to get back to work."

"Work, huh?" She inquired.

"Yeah, it's exciting actually. Some of my men reported that they found some pirates staying in a hotel not too far away from here."

Her heart dropped to her stomach as she fought with herself not to show the panic on her face. "Really? What are you going to do about them?"

A cold shiver ran down her spine as Daniel grabbed her hand and kissed the top of it. "Well, they won't be here much longer, that's for sure." With that, he turned his back to her and exited the bar as quickly as he had entered.

White hot fear stabbed through her as she excused herself to some of the other staff, and began running towards the hotel. She had to reach everyone before the navy did, and get them out of there as quickly as possible. She flew through the streets, pushing and shoving her way through the crowd as she made her way to the hotel. She only hoped that she would make it in time. From the ominous look that Daniel had given her, she knew that the navy wouldn't just kindly escort them politely from the hotel.

She skidded into the entrance to the hotel, and stumbled up the stairs towards their hotel rooms. A quick search of each of their rooms told her that they weren't back yet, and she wiped some of the sweat off of her forehead. Taking out the key to her own room with Eduardo, she saw his jacket and pistol lying on the edge of the bed, so she knew he wasn't too far away. She decided to wait for them to return to tell them about what Daniel had implied.

Walking downstairs, she checked each of them out of their rooms, and politely asked the manager if she could remain in the room until her friends could return and pack their belongings to leave. The elderly gentleman had agreed with a smile, and Sam trudged back up the stairs. She went back to her room and started throwing some of her belongings back into her bag.

Sam walked into the bathroom to grab her hairbrush when she heard a noise outside of the bedroom. Inching her way back into the bedroom, she quietly walked over to the door, peeking carefully through the little peephole in the door. Two naval soldiers stood outside the room, both holding highly powered rifles. With a curse, she locked the door and threw herself on the floor just as the two men outside opened rounds, bullets piercing through the wall and sailing over her head.

Sam eyed Eduardo's gun on the bed and carefully yanked the sheets off the bed, knocking the gun to the floor next to her. She sighed with relief when she checked the pistol and saw that it was fully loaded and ready to go. As bullets continued to fly over her head, destroying the furniture all around her, she decided to make her way towards the bathroom.

"Of all of the men," she grumbled as she crawled on her belly towards the bathroom, "that I could have fallen in love with… it had to have been a pirate."

She inched herself carefully into the bathroom and closed the door behind her as she cocked the gun. "No, it couldn't have been a pastry chef, or a carpenter, could it Sam? It just had to be a bloody pirate."

The gun fire stopped, and Sam cracked the bathroom door open slightly so she could see outside. The room was completely destroyed, that much was for sure. She mentally groaned as she realized the hotel probably wouldn't give them their money back after the saw all of them.

The door knob to the bedroom jiggled, as the men outside tried to enter. Sam swallowed thickly as they kicked the door down, and stepped inside. They ambled about, taking in the damage that they had created. They no longer had their guns by their sides, likely out of ammunition, and only had their swords with them.

"Check the bathroom." One man barked at the other. As the other man took a step towards the bathroom, she opened the door enough to stick the gun outside. The two men cursed and ran out of the room in a hurry as Sam pulled the trigger, firing several shots at them.

She heard as they scrambled down the hallway and down the stairs. Holding the gun in front of her, she stood up from the floor, and exited the bathroom. Keeping the gun trained in front of her, she stepped over what was left of the chest of drawers, and towards the door. Glancing both ways quickly, she saw that the two men had left. They'd likely be back to finish what they had intended to do, but for now at least, they were gone.

She turned to enter the bedroom again as she heard footsteps running towards her. She groaned as she cocked the gun again and burst through the room, aiming it straight in front of her. Eduardo, Nathan, Christopher, and Morgan stood before her, panting. She sighed in relief and lowered the gun.

"What the hell are you doing with my…" Eduardo started before he looked over at the wall in front of their bedroom. The color drained from his face as he stepped past the rest of the crew and looked from the wall to Sam and back. He peered his head around the door frame and saw the disarray of the destroyed furniture and bullet holes.

"What happened?" Nathan asked.

"That guy Daniel is up to something. He came by the bar earlier and told me that he knew that there were some pirates staying up here, so I came up here to warn you guys. I've already checked us out of the hotel, so just grab your stuff and we'll find another hotel to stay at."

"Where you…?" Eduardo started to ask, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Was I what?" She replied nonchalantly.

"I'm liking you more and more Sam." Morgan chuckled as she walked past her to his room. The rest of the crew scurried to their rooms to collect their belongings as Eduardo looked back at Sam.

"Where you in this room when they did this?" He finally managed to ask.

She heaved a sigh, trying her best not to cry, despite how much she suddenly wanted to. "What does it matter if I was or not?"

Eduardo turned and grabbed both of her arms. "It damned well matters to me."

It wasn't anger that was in his eyes like they had been the night before with Daniel, but concern. Worry. She softened in his grasp as she looked up at him.

"Yes. I was. But I'm alright." He rubbed a finger across her cheek, and she winced as his finger rubbed across a tender spot. He lifted his finger up to show her the blood that had been on her cheek. She hadn't felt any pain from it, but assumed that it had happened when some of the furniture had been splintering around her as she crawled on the floor. She raised Eduardo's pistol, which had been hanging loosely in her hand by her side the whole time. She handed it to him, keeping a smile on her face.

"I used some of your bullets. Sorry."

Eduardo took his pistol from her, and looked down into the cartridge, raising an eyebrow at her. "You fired at them?"

"Well yeah." She chuckled. Eduardo gathered her in his arms then, squeezing her tight into his chest. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him back."That's my girl." He whispered as he kissed the top of her head.

She blushed slightly. "You know people can see you touching me right?" She couldn't help but tease him.

"I don't care."