Three days came and went. Over that period of time, James was lazy in shaving and that was all it took to make him look remotely scruffy. Elizabeth finally gathered her clothes and William had found some clothes that fit him. One piece of it was a shirt of his father's that had a rip going down the middle of the back that had been sewn back together. He was never told how it got there

William decided to take a walk through Port Royal, just to take in every bit of the town before it faded into the foggy distance the next morning. Soon he would go from having the hustle and bustle of Port Royal to the chaos of maintaining a ship. From having a large group of people in a spread out area, to having 2 dozen people living in an area no bigger than his father's shop.

As he walked away fro his home, he heard the sound of a knife scratching against a stone. The scratching would send a shiver up everyone else's spines, but he was used to it. He heard a whimper and a soft cry following. It sounded like a girl. Through a shadow, William saw the girl sit up. She raised the newly sharpened knife, and put it behind her neck. William looked around the corner to see who was about to let their life end in the darkness with the sun setting behind the hills. The girl had her long brown hair gripped in her hands so blood wouldn't stain it. Her face couldn't be seen, but William could tell that it was…Brianna.

"Brianna, don't!" William called out.

"Huh?" Brianna jumped and she drew the knife backwards letting about 12 inches of the 20 inches of her hair fall over his fist.

"You were about to yourself weren't you?!" William shouted.

"No! My life is just getting good. Why would I kill myself now?" Brianna asked. "My hair is too long to wrap in a rag and it's overall too feminine. I needed to cut it." William started to blink many times a second and Brianna giggled. "It'll grow out. I really didn't plan on it being this short, but you scared me and my knife slipped up higher than I wanted…heh."

William took Brianna's hand as she stuffed her hair into a bag that she had brought, and she headed toward the docks. The vender carts were being closes and some of the shops closed their windows. Women pulled their children back into their houses. The sun was setting over the ocean. It's bright, blinding refection magnified in the rippling water. When they were about half a mile from the docks, Brianna darted into another ally. William turned in with her. She opened another bag and she dumped out a pile of clothing…men's clothing. William's eyes widened.

"You stole your dad's uniform?!" he yelled in a whisper.

"We are the same height…it's just a mission of hiding my lady body." She slipped the richly embroidered waistcoat over the breeches and stockings she was already wearing. Over that she wore a Navy frock coat with a high collar. Buckle shoes and a tricorn hat finish the outfit. She looked over at William for his opinion. With a smile he nodded. She untied the black ribbon she had around her wrist and tied what was left of her hair into a ponytail.

"I'll be right back," she said grabbing the bag of hair and heading down to the docks. As she walked down the road, William watched her. The tails of her coat trailed behind her and the strains of ribbon blew in the evening breeze. William starting thinking to himself,

'If this was the first time I've seen her, I'd say she was a man.' She soon disappeared behind a building and then appeared later on the docks a great distance away. William only sat on the dusty path, looking as though he were watching the sun set over the calming waters with an East India Company vessel on the horizon, but instead he was watching something just as beautiful.

Brianna walked down the docks, her heels thudding on the damp wood. She tried not to smile for any reason at all. She needed to retain masculinity in any hope of completing this mission. This man wouldn't buy hair from women or girls just because most of them were shunned from society, but men! He would buy a woman's or girl's hair if it was the right quality from a man any day in a heartbeat. And depending on the man's status in society, he would pay more.

A dirty faced sailor lay asleep on top of a sack of potatoes just delivered by a trading ship that day. From the look of his uniform it looked as though he worked upon on of the docked, resting ships. Brianna approached him slowly. When she reached the sleeping man, she raised her heel and jabbed it into his ribcage to wake him. He woke up, startled and ready to swear at any moment. But when his eyes met her cold, serious, glaring eyes, he settled down.

"What…service…may I do you?" he asked in a grumbling, hoarse tone. Brianna didn't speak; she just threw the bag of hair onto his lap, her eyes never leaving his. He sat up and opened the bag. His eyes widened.

"This…this hair…it's so sleek and well cared for. And it's long, so it couldn't possibly be yours. Your wife's perhaps?" Brianna cleared her throat.

"My daughter's actually. She takes great care of her hair." She felt like blushing, but she had to resist it. "So how much will you pay me for it" The man grabbed his bag of coins. He gave the whole bag to her. As she took it, he looked as her with suspicion

"Wait a minute…you are that dancing girl aren't you!" Brianna looked at him as though she were insulted.

"Why would you think that?" she ordered him to answer.

"You have that scar on your cheek!" Brianna felt like hitting herself on the head from her idiocy. 'How could I have forgotten about my scar?!'

She looked about and then stared at the man. She then turned around and ran. The hair buyer struggled to get out of his makeshift mattress. By the time he was on his feet, she was at the end of the docks. William saw her running and he jumped to his feet. Up the hill she bolted, barely having time to catch her breath. As she appeared from behind the building she had disappeared behind before, William started to run with her.

"What…happened?" William asked between pants

"Apparently…I'm more famous…than I though…"

As William and Brianna ran in through the night, William started to think, 'She is really acting…like a pirate.'