~Chiara~

She had seen the port sooner than the others did, except for the captain of course. The captain had tried to get closer to her, which in turn freaked her out because he could find out her secret or do something she knew could scare the shit out of her. As long as she looked like a boy, she hoped she would be okay.

The boat docked quickly, and she helped unload then the captain told her she could go, so she did. She had never been so happy to see dry land, though when she walked she wobbled a bit from being used to the rocking of the boat on the waves.

The first thing she did was go to find some clothes. She was done acting like a boy, at least for now. She walked further into the town until she found a shop, she went in to have a look around, but everything was out of her budget. She kept going until she had been to almost every shop in town. She quickly realized that she would somehow have to make money, and fast.

"Having some problems mi amigo?" An accented voice said next to her, making her jump since the stranger was in her personal space.

"What's my life to you, bastard?" She asked, still maintaining her masculine voice.

The stranger hummed and looked at her curiously. "You have a secret. More than one actually…but I can help with the current one." He said, sounding genuinely helpful.

Chiara froze and took the time to actually get a good look at him to see what she was dealing with.

He was Spanish, that much she could already tell. He had on a much more high quality fabric than the store she was in, which made her suspicious on whether or not this weirdo had been following her. She then looked at his general appearance; dark brown curly hair, tanned skin, an amused smile on his face, and bright green eyes that looked inviting but also seemed dangerous.

"What are you talking about?" She asked skeptically. If he somehow knew she was a girl disguised as a guy, her soul would probably leave her body.

The Spanish stranger hummed. "I know you are not a boy. I don't plan on spilling your secret, I just would like to talk." He said innocently.

Chiara, groaned internally and sighed externally. "Fine, lead the way." She responded.

~Arthur~

He had gone to the docked boat the first chance he got and went to talk to the captain. "I'm Arthur Kirkland, I'm on official business for the crown." He said, moving his hand forward for a hand shake.

The captain didn't look too thrilled to have him there, but he greeted him back all the same. "I'm Francis Bonnefoy. How can I be of help?" The other asked, raising a brow at him.

Arthur then went to get right to the point. "There's been a suspicious person hanging around the docks lately, and there has also been more crimes reported around here, has all your crew been accounted for?" He asked seriously.

Francis nodded. "All of them but a passenger we picked up in Italy. They left and you probably can't find them again."

Arthur swore under his breath. "That's exactly what I was afraid of." He muttered, quickly walking away. "Let's hope whoever this passenger is doesn't stick around to be found…I don't need any more bodies on my watch."

~Authors note~

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