Alice scanned the horizon, eyes narrowed. The Spanish flag had disappeared and heavy clouds covered the sky, a storm was coming. She examined her nails pretending not to be bothered by what she had just done. She was a cold, heartless, lethal teenage archer this wasn't, she shook her head, she wasn't falling for him. Suddenly a blast of wind almost knocked her flat but she managed to grab the side of the ship steadying herself. The ship lurched again, her feet slipped from underneath her and she caught a sickening glimpse of the foaming sea below. Someone wrenched her back and she turned to the determined face of her first mate. Her black hair whipped behind her and her pale skin was flushed from the wind chill. "Thanks" Alice managed to gasp out her first mate nodded and helped her to the inside of the ship. Her crew were already there gathered around a table muttering about charms. When she caught the words 'bad' and 'girl' in the same sentence she was instantly furious. She was about to confront them, but someone stopped her "Alice, if you confront them now you will never hear their plans, wait till you know." She looked to see who it was because she didn't recognise the voice. The girl who had stopped her had pale copper hair and metallic grey eyes. What was her name again? Emmaline or something like that? She had a little sister who worked on the docks, her family was poor and she had joined to try and earn money.

Alice decided to pretend she had just come in, she walked to the door opened it and let it close with a bang. Everyone in the room jumped "oh captain, we were worried but Charlotte said you would be fine." Alice glanced out of the corner of her eye, Charlotte nodded in agreement. So charlotte was in on this as well, treacherous girl, she was going down. She would have liked to punch her but instead she walked over to the table as steadily as she could with the ship rolling and lurching. When she reached it she took a seat and regarded them with fierce eyes "is someone guarding the prisoner?" involuntarily every in the room flinched, remembering the episode in the prison cell. "Yes, Peter and Thomas," Alice internally snarled, they all had bible names they were pirates for goodness sake not priests. There was another, much larger, wave that sent half of the crew flying across the room and a couple were tossed out the door. They returned after looking rather disgruntled at their misfortune, Alice murmured a spell and the storm subsided not entirely but enough so they could work again. She stalked over to the door and flung it open revealing a windswept deck "return to your duties" when everyone hesitated she added with a snarl "now!"

Antonio stared at the girl not understanding she could help him. She crouched beside him and opened the pouch and Pierre emerged, feathers crumpled and very annoyed, but Pierre all the same. He gaped, how had she got Pierre? He didn't even know her name "who are you chica?"

"Madeleine" he frowned the name seemed familiar then he remembered.

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Antonio watched the little girl dance on the docks her beautiful pale pink dress swirling around her. Francis smiled at him "there's our little spy"

"Spy?"

"She's going on Arthur's ship he trusts Canadians," Francis shook his head "she looks so innocent, he would never guess she was spying"

"What's her name?"

"Madeleine"

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