The small group was taken aboard Fang's ship, locked into cells so escape would be discouraged. Brielle, separated from the others, burned the rest of her anger by punching the wall with her right hand. It didn't move much under her metal hand, but a small mark was left. She leaned her head against the wall, unsure of what to do anymore.

"Brielle! Are you alright?" Sarah was the first to call to her. Brielle turns, looking at the four others across from her.

"Yeah, how about all of you? I'm sorry, for what happened."

"That was excellent bluffing, and you're very capable with that arm of yours," Amelia says to her.

"I spent near half m'life on a ship, ma'am. You learn a thing or two," Brielle responds, glad she was not questioned about it. The pirates didn't bother them that night, so they all slept uncomfortably in the cells.

In the morning, a pirate came in with water and some unidentifiable slop for them. He smirked at Brielle, but she didn't even look at him. The five didn't talk much that day. Brielle was focused trying to find them away out. There was not much they could do from the position they were in.

That night, Jim watched the pirates take Brielle. She went without question, her chin up, not for a second showing weakness. Jim felt helpless, then. There was nothing he, or any of them could do. And he hated it. They were stuck, at the mercy of pirates, and Jim wasn't sure they'd be as lucky as last time.

Fang wanted to know who Brielle's father was. He brought her up into his cabin, and for a while, tried talking it out of her. She refused to tell him, not knowing what he would do to her friends. After sometime of her keeping her mouth shut, Fang turned to violence. He had one of his crew hold her still, and he would hit her. Brielle stayed strong through this, even though she could feel herself breaking down.

A few hours later, the pirates returned her to her cell.

"Brielle! What did th-" Jim starts.

"I know how we're getting out," Brielle cuts him off, dabbing her cheek with her sleeve. "Jim, I need you to ready for anything, alright?"

"Um, sure. What's the plan?"

"We're headed for Sanctuary. It's a hidden city, populated by pirates and traders, and other sorts. They plan to sell us off, assuming that I was lying. We'll be near enough tomorrow that I can get us there on a long boat, and it'll make for a better escape this way," Brielle explains her plan, her tone soft so to not to alert a pirate that might be listening. "The one with the keys should be here in the morning, I'll distract him, Jim you need to get the keys. As soon as we're free, you all follow me, make NO hesitations, you understand?."

"Do you really think this will work?" Amelia questions.

"No, but it's our best shot, and if we're lucky, the captain will be busy."

Brielle didn't sleep much that night. They way Fang had treated her brought back some memories she rarely thought of. Like she had said, though, early into the morning the man with the keys came in. The others were awoken by his loud speech.

Jim watches him talk to Brielle, making some rather nasty comments to her face. Jim stood straight behind him, waiting for Brielle to give him an opening. She stepped to the edge of the cell, grabbing the bars with her hands. The pirate continues talking, but she snarled something in a language Jim didn't understand. The pirate must have, however, as the blood drained from his face. Brielle took the chance, and punched the man through the cell. She used her right arm, and the metal in it left a mark on his face. He had stumbled back dazed, and Jim grabbed the keys through his cell. The cells were unlocked as the pirate came out of his daze. Brielle grabbed him by the collar, and threw him out the door as they ran out. The other pirates that were nearby jumped back at this.

The five ran quickly down the ship, staying at Brielle's heels. The other pirates were momentarily stalled, giving them enough time to run. She lead them down and to the boats they could escape on. Before they could get out, Fang met them, his smooth facade replaced by anger.

"Get back here! I know who you are!" he bellowed. He swung his sword out, Brielle raising her arm to meet it.

"Then you know you made a mistake crossing me!" she boomed back, a frown on her face. "Jim! Get us out!"

They were out as soon as she finished, sailing smoothly away from Fang. Brielle took control soon after, taking them straight into a cloud.

"What did he mean, he know's who you are?" Jim asked, trying to rid the unease he felt. Something was off, he felt it. The way Brielle frightened the first pirate, the way Fang had turned to anger, it left him anxious.

"I may have told a few lies in my time," she says, a serious look on her face. Her eyes were focused forward, navigating them through a cloud that didn't appear to house anything.

"What kind of lies?" Amelia asked, suspicious. She didn't like the way Brielle behaved with the pirates, this was more than just having lived on a ship.

"Those pirates? They do have a healthy fear of m'da', and his da'," she says in the same tone. There was no emotion in her. There wasn't any talk after that, they let her be.

A few minutes later, they broke through the cloud, above a sprawling, high walled city. Brielle took them down, letting them off, letting their vessel float away. She strutted to the gate, not glancing behind to check for them once. She once again spoke in a language no one understood, and flashed the necklace she always wore at the person she talked to. The gate opened, and the five walked through.

"The four of you find a table," Brielle said, nodding towards a cafe. The gates had opened into a marketplace, full of people of all sorts. "I'll get something for us to eat, don't talk to anyone," she stressed the last command, and left. Jim lead his mother and the Dopplers to an open table.

"I didn't believe this place existed," Amelia is the first to comment. "The navy has been searching for years, many thought it was a myth."

They all look around, watching the ever shifting group of people. Brielle returned quickly, balancing five bowls of soup in her arms. "Jim? The booth over there has listings of docked ships and their captains. Would you grab one, please?" Brielle asks, some emotion returning to her. He gets up, and wanders over, trying not to stare at all the people he saw. Never before had he seen this many different varieties of people, many races he couldn't recognize. He grabbed a list, sweeping his eyes down it as he walked back. He handed it back to Brielle, just before he had reached the letter 'S'. "Hopefully someone I know is here, and would be willing to take us back," she says, skimming through it quickly.

"Can I see that again when you're done?" Jim asks, stirring his soup. If he had the chance, he wanted to see Silver, to at least thank him for helping him out of a bad time. Brielle glanced up at him, her grey eyes worried.

"Even if he's here, we shouldn't see him, Jim," she sighed. While she wanted to see her father, she would rather get them safe, and would prefer keeping her true identity hidden. Not only that, but she could feel her composure already failing.

"I'm with her, Jim," Delbert talks for the first time.

"Why not? I'm sure if-"

"Jim, let. It. Go," Brielle demands. "The only reason we'll go to him is if I can't find anyone."

They all ate the soup Brielle had brought, watching the night begin to lighten as dawn approached the city. The city never settled, always a lively hum about it. Brielle had read through the listing two or three times, writing check marks near names, then crossing them out on the next pass.

"Shouldn't we be worried about Fang? He seemed ready to kill us," Delbert speaks up again. He was the only one who still seemed frightened, even Sarah just seemed too tired to care.

"He'll assume we'll be looking for m'da, and want to stay back, think of the best way to confront us," Brielle replies, scratching out another check. "None of these damn captains," she muttered to herself, refusing to stall from her list.

"Have you found anyone yet?" Sarah asks. At that, Brielle stood up, slamming her hands on the table.

"You know what, there might be," her voice sounded tired, her energy had long ran out. "Jim, check what dock John Silver is at," she throws the listing at him, knowing that her father was there, the fourth time she passed over his name.

"Are you certain that's a good idea? He may like Jim, but who knows how far his hospitality will go," Amelia stands up, looking down at Brielle.

"Ms. Amelia, I know you don't like this. Neither do I, and I've grown up among these people. But with your husband and Ms. Sarah, safety is more important. If it was only me, with maybe you and Jim, we'd have no problem. But getting five people on a ship, will not go over well," Brielle sighed. She was trying her best to stay calm.

"Here, it says 618," Jim said quietly.

Brielle lead them to the dock, her arm linked with Sarah's. They found the dock, and Brielle took a deep breath. It was the ship she remembered, but she didn't know what to expect from the crew. She knew a few that were left behind on the trip would be aboard, but the new ones she was wary of. Taking a deep breath, she tugged Jim in front, pushing him to walk up to the ship. The gangplank leading up to the deck creaked as they ascended, and the crew was on the five of them at once.

"Um, Jim, you might want to say something?" Delbert says, taking a step back.

"Oh, um," Jim didn't know what to say. "We came to talk to captain Silver?" he says, unsure of himself. He glanced at Brielle. Her face gave him no help.

"Oh, and who might you be?" one of the crew Brielle didn't know asked.

"Jim Hawkins, I uh, know Silver," his voice trembled at first, but he straightened up, and held his head high.

"We don't know no Jim Hawkins," another one hissed. The crew tightened the circle around the group, raising their swords.

"Well, Jim, this is going about as well as I thought it would," Brielle sighed. She dropped her arm from Sarah's, and stepped forward. "Where's captain Silver, and when will he be back?" she echoed Jim.

"Why should we tell you, you're the same as this boy," the same woman hissed.

"Because I am too tired to deal with any of this. So please, give me an answer."

"Hmph. He's out gettin' supplies and such, minglin' with the floozies," one says and the pirates all laughed.

"Great, that's something I want to know," Brielle sighs, holding her hand to her forehead. "This is going nowhere," she says, and her arm became a sword. "All of you! Listen up! If you don't know who I am, that's fine. If you do know, then why the hell aren't ya speaking up?" she fumed, swinging her arm at the crew in front of her. The pirates all jump back, knowing full well who she must be after that display.

"Sorry, ma'am! Won't happen again. Give them space!" someone that Brielle recognized spoke up.

"Thank you. Now, tell me, when will the captain be returning?" she crosses her arms.

"He ain't been gone for more than a quarter past, ma'am. Perhaps an hour or so."

"That's fine, can someone brew some tea and bring it to the cabin? And when he gets here, tell him we're aboard."

"Yes, ma'am."

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