Gad! This is my longest chapter yet and I would like to thank Alpine Sheep for giving me so much support throughout this whole story! I have plenty of ideas for more SP fanfics of course, even though you guys seem like a sleeping fanbase...haha jk. Really, I know you guys are awesome, Love you all and enjoy!

Sir Percy was seen on the shores of Calais in an irreproachable outfit, styled to fit his six foot odd gorgeousness to perfection. His hands were deep in his breeches' pockets. Armand almost whooped for joy when he saw his brother-in-law, but withheld, knowing it would draw attention to the Daydream. A young couple walked next to him in normal peasant clothing. Behind them, he could see a group of soldiers stalking the trio, giving Armand a pang of fear. Percy stood out like a fish out of water. They would question him and arrest him, and...

"Don't worry St. Just," Dewhurst patted his shoulder. "He knows what he is doing, but it is best if we just carry on, or else it would look suspicious." Armand nodded and joined the other League members who were quietly toasting to their Leader. He faced the docks and watched the soldiers order Percy to stop. His heart's pace quickened and he clenched his glass tightly. The rescuees went on ahead, but the Scarlet Pimpernel followed the rogues back in the direction of the Calais prison. "He's been captured!" He hissed. Foullkes turned around, watched the tall figure go, and smirked.

"The Scarlet Pimpernel should be able to get out of situations his own stupidity causes. The poor fellow will be fine." Armand shook his head and slipped from the group, almost running down the gangplank to reach the figures in the distance, when the couple Percy had been escorting stopped him.

"Sir, are you part of that group on the boat?" The young woman asked warily.

"Yes, I am Monsieur St. Just."

"Good," the young man said. He had dark hair, almost black, while the young woman had hair that was too dark to be blonde, but to light to be brown. He handed a note to Armand and waited as he read it.

Fellows,

I have discovered the son of one of our "goods" has been arrested and is in the Calais prison. I will be back on the yacht by ten o'clock tonight with him. Do not leave the Daydream.

At he bottom was the Scarlet Pimpernel's signature drawn out roughly in red chalk. Armand looked up and smiled at the adolescents. They had to both be younger than Marguerite. Their round eyes were both blue and innocent, and Armand gestured to the Daydream, where he got them refreshments and helped them adjust. He gave the note to Foullkes to read and inform the League members.

"So where were you when you rescuer saved you?"

"Well," the young lady named Jeanne laughed. She sipped her wine and then swirled it around in the glass,"We were hiding out in some rag-tag inn. I said something stupid and ignorant when I voiced my opinion in front of someone. They pounced on it and reported it. I knew I was to be arrested." She froze her gaze on the ground, a sort of fearful look on her face, as if she relived the episode. "But my Louis," she looked up at the dark-haired man and smiled with love. He found her hand and squeezed it. "he would not leave me. We were together for days, trying to remain inconspicuous, but we would have been found out eventually. It was a few days after that the mam came and helped us escape Paris."

"How did he do it?" Armand wanted to hear the exciting, deliberate escape, where they were chased by soldiers for days afterwards, in the storming rain, and managed to withstand the clutches only through Percy's cunning trickery.

"He got her fake papers while I still had mine pure," Louis informed, "and we left the city undetected. They are probably still looking for Jeanne in Paris ." Armand sat back, a little disappointed.

"Ohh, so everything went as planned? That's good, that's good. Well," Armand sighed and slumped against his chair. "you should probably rest. I'll show you to your rooms." They climbed down the steps to the quarters of the yacht. Every single room was taken by the amount of victims they had saved. Armand had rescued the little family consisting of aristocrat parents and an infant from their manor two days before and then Comtesse Courtney yesterday. Other members of the League including Percy had rounded up about a dozen aristos, but they couldn't account for the space. There was one bedroom left, and Percy wouldn't allow them to share a room. He would have to bother some lady or lord to inquire after a room. It would be difficult since Louis was a peasant. They wouldn't stand to share a room with someone beneath them. Then, he wanted to kick himself in the leg. Just because the St. Cyrs were like that, doesn't make every aristocrat a pompous dolt. Look at Percy, did he disregard you or Marguerite? Well, he had to rule out his sister for obvious reasons.

Still, when he knocked on the first door, he could not help recall the scars on his back from the beating. It seemed they had renewed in power and pain even though it occurred years ago. He massaged his back as the door swung open. It was a young man in rich, but dirty clothing. He had a book in hand and smiled at the trio. "Yes?"

"There is not enough room in the boat. Could this young man, Louis here, room with you as we travel across the Channel?" Armand was ready to bolt back up to the deck if he said no. He couldn't handle this rejection.

"Of course," he laughed as he shook Armand's sweaty palms. His eyes scrunched up like suns when he laughed like that and Armand found it made him laugh. His scars stopped hurting. "Thank you sir, for you and your men's cause. It is very noble."

"Oh I am not-"

"Come Louis. We'll find you some place to sleep. A chair maybe." Louis glanced back at Jeanne and gave her a small, yearning smile, before walking into the cabin.

"Jeanne your cabin is over here." Armand walked to the end of the row of rooms. It was right across from Percy's quarters.

The girl, most likely eighteen or so, turned and smiled at him. She took his hand and kissed it. "Thank you for having that man save me and Louis. We can start over in England." Armand was shocked. Why did they think he was the Scarlet Pimpernel?

...

Percy actually enjoyed his time in jail. He cried out in horrible, broken French, "These demmed seats are covered in dirt! I demand to be taken to-"

"Oh shut up aristo!" The Captain Guard was quite irritable, considering he had lost 9 potential victims for the guillotine in the area. He would have to make up for it with his own life, almost every soldier knew that fact. Besides the fact, Percy intended to make his stay memorable in this man's now shortened life.

It was amusing to see the young man across from him in the other cell look so hopeless, when Percy's true intent was to save the boy. He was foolish, of course. Gad, if he ever sent one of his men to go climbing up prison walls... However, from what he heard, the young man had tried to save his poor mother, which somewhat raised Percy's opinion. He eyed the lad with his eyeglass and smiled inanely,"I have a prison mate? What's your name boy?" The young man did nothing, didn't move. He stayed where he was, looking up at the window, almost as if he were...

"Sink me, do you keep dead prisoners in here to scare us? How inhumane are y-"

"Shut up. The boy is still alive. He just won't move or eat."

"That sounds pretty dead to me," Percy sniffed and turned his head toward the Captain. He chewed his tobacco like a maniac and almost looked like a man who knew he was going to die. He fumbled his hands in laps and trembled in fear. Through his eyeglass he could see his fingernails bitten to stumps. He looked away in disgust and saw the Comtesse's boy had turned his head toward him.

"Surely Captain, I thought you had more aristos than this? Sink me! We are the only ones in this blasted prison." He could see the words had almost physically struck the man. He whipped his head up and then stood, barreling to the cell doors and shook them.

"I said SHUT UP!" He followed with multiple cruel, vile words that Sir Percy, Baronet, would loathe to say.

"Sink me," he said in awe, "I never knew language could be quite as dirty as this prison." He saw the captain's face blaze red before fumbling for the key to Sir Percy's cell. Perfect. He prepared himself and gripped the metal plate in his hands. As the Captain Guard stalked to him, hand raised ready to strike, Percy feigned fear and shrunk back. Just before the looming man reached him, Percy straightened, and was about 6 inches taller than the imposer. He swung the plate on the Captain's head hard enough to knock him out. He crouched down and grabbed the keys to the boy's cell, who now stood up in anxiety.

"You're Comtesse Courtney's son?"

"Yes, it's Henry."

"Well Henry," Percy unlocked the door and went inside. "You'll be leaving the same way you came. Through the window." Henry was a muddle of confusion. "Henry, I helped rescue your mother. She is waiting for you on the boat. Do you trust me now?" His pale face nodded and started to climb up to the window."Wait, Henry. I want you to follow every direction. Meet me at the Chat Gris. Do you know the pl-"

"Yes, it is near the slums."

"Good. Wait for me there for half an hour. If not, rent out the loft until I come." He handed Henry a few gold coins. "You understand everything?"

"Yes," Henry answered and then gazed down a him with awe. Percy smiled back up at him, but only for a moment. He could hear shuffling around the corner, and backed out of the cell, back to his own, where the Captain Guard still lay passed out. Gad, he didn't mean to hit him so hard! He dragged him into Henry's space and dropped the keys next to the body. When he looked up, Henry was absent from the prison, and smiled.

Percy went back to his own cell and sat on the floor. He waited so Henry would have a good head start, and absentmindedly brushed off the dirt from the prison. He sighed, knowing his whole outfit was ruined. He would have to get a whole new fitting at Mewer's...
"Help, help!" he cried as loud as he could in his fop-like attitude. "HELP!" He screeched, and then the soldiers came running in. They saw their Captain passed out and turned immediately to Percy for an explanation. "Don't look at me. The..the boy! He w-w-went crazy. Gad, he knocked out the guard and...and..and"

"And what?" The leader asked impatiently.

"And jumped OUT the window! Gad, he nearly made my heart stop with surprise! He could have ripped his breeches!"

"Oh quiet aristo." the one soldier demanded disgustedly. "Someone get the Captain out of here. Everyone else, let's find this brat. He's got to be in Calais somewhere." After all the soldiers had all filed out and left the prison, including the Captain Guard (still unconscious), Percy silently stood, and without a creak, he opened his unlocked door. Grinning ear to ear, he walked out without restraint through the prison.