Winnifred gave herself the name Rose, it was her grandmother's name and a name she often used while undercover. Though it took Winifred awhile to adjust to working at the tavern, she soon taught herself all that was needed.

One night, while serving food and ale, Winifred noticed a group of men enter the tavern. They sat at a table in the corner, and one of them raised their hand, so Winifred went up to the table.

"What have we here? No gentlemen, I fancy." Winifred said, resting her hand on her hip.

"Hold your tongue, lass. Or would you rather miss it?" One of the men said, lifting his knife out of his pocket.

"It was an observation, mate."

The man placed his knife back in his pocket. "Ale around. Make it quick."

Winifred nodded and went to the bar, keeping her attention on the group. Just by their character and their clothing, Winifred suspected they were pirates. Although, she was unsure if they were sailing under Captain Barbossa.

"Rose?" Mr. Mugg, the tavern owner, said.

Winifred turned her attention towards Mr. Mugg. "Ales for the men that came in."

Mr. Mugg looked over Winifred's shoulder and spotted the men. "The pirates. They always come for ale this night."

"Is one of them the captain?" Winifred asked.

Mr. Mugg shrugged and began filling the tankards with ale. "Wouldn't know. They don't talk much, and when they do, it's only rambling from the ale."

Winifred sighed and gathered up the ales. She now knew the men were pirates, but from what Mugg had said, any one of them could be the captain or possibly their captain was Barbossa. She would have to figure this part out on her own.

Winifred made her way back to the table and laid the ales out for the pirates, when the same one from before grabbed her wrist and looked up at her.

"What's your name, bird?" The pirate asked.

"It's Rose." Winifred said, trying to pull free from his grasp.

"You've not been here before. I do love it when a new one comes." The pirate grabbed Winifred's wrist harder and tried to pull her in for a kiss.

"Let her alone, Cook!" One of the other pirates said.

"Mind yourself, Scrum." Cook said, his voice extremely solemn.

"Turn her loose, she has a job to do." Scrum argued.

Cook released Winifred's wrist and she walked away quickly, rubbing the red ring around her wrist.

"I'm sorry, miss. He ain't had ale for awhile."

Winifred turned and saw Scrum standing behind her, looking slightly embarrassed.

"No harm done."

Scrum gave a small smile, and Winifred couldn't help but smile back. Not only because the man had saved her from a possible assault, but because her chance to recieve more information about the group of pirates was in front of her.

"Where do you sail to next?" Winifred asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.

Scrum shrugged his shoulders. "Could be France. The ships there carry more valuables for trade than you've ever seen."

This was not a lie for sure. The French had loved to make trades with America, amongst the items they traded was fur. Fur was very valuable, especially to the wealthy, and would make pirates extremely happy.

"So, who is your captain?"

When it came to this question, Scrum arched his eyebrow and Winifred knew she had broken her own rule: Never ask too many questions. She knew that she had to recover and fast.

"Of course, your business is yours. My curiosity took hold."

Scrum sighed a breath of relief. "For a moment I thought you was a teller."

Winifred had been called lots of things in her life due to her occupation: rat, traitor, and even whore if she had been using certain means to get her job done. Never had she been called a "teller."

"What does that mean?" Winifred asked ,trying to play dumb.

"His Majesty isn't no fool. He knows that Barbossa has come back to London, and I'm no fool to know that he'll do whatever he can to see his feet dangling. Even sending his tellers to find him for him."

"Oh, is Barbossa your captain?"

Scrum's eyes widened, realizing what he had said. He took a few steps closer to Winifred and leaned forward; oddly enough, his scent was not that of ale and dirt, he smelled more like a salty sea.

"Listen miss, no one is supposed to know who we sail with. We want to protect the Captain's neck and ours. Swear that it won't go past your ears."

Winifred nodded and Scrum walked back to his table. Still, as oddly handsome as the pirate was and no matter that his scent was enticing, Winifred still had a job to do; she would report to His Majesty in the morning.