As the night came over the palace of the sultan, a rich woman arrived on her camel. She was wearing an ornate long flowing dark blue dress, and a silk veil was hiding her face, only her dark eyes were visible. As she walked to see the sultan, everyone who met her bowed to her like if she were a princess. She finally saw the old sultan she was searching; he was surrounded by his guards and was looking to his prisoners who had just arrived from the Renown. She came near him and asked him in a language unknown to the prisoners:
-Sultan, who are those prisoners?
-As I heard, there are four lieutenants, a midshipman, a captain, and a ship surgeon.
-Would who sell me five of them as slaves?
-Yes, but it will cost a lot …
-And what would you say if I danced for you and your guards in exchange of the five prisoners?
-I would say yes dear princess.
After he has accepted her offer, the mysterious woman removed her over dress and kept only her dark blue skirt with silver coins sewn on it and her short shirt also dark blue with silver coins sewn on it. Her skirt let people see her white legs and feet ornate with complicated henna tattoos. The men of the Renown were afraid of what was going to happen to them, they were afraid that the woman with the veiled face would torture them.
As she danced, she moved like a snake, her belly making waves, her movements were accentuated with the sound of the coins sewn to her garments and her mysterious Cleopatra's eyes. As she danced, people's eyes were glued on her every movements. She would be able to get anything she wanted after her dance. She knew that the most powerful weapon wasn't an army, it was seduction.
When her dance ended, the sultan made his guards tie the five men she asked for to her camel. They were now her possessions. The four lieutenants and the midshipman saw the woman as a female captain Sawyer; she seemed to be cold, cruel, and to like to torture people … The only look from her dark eyes would have made them froze.
Later, they stopped to a richly ornate tent in the middle of the desert. She asked to her guards to untie her slaves and watch them during the time she would wash herself, because a day in this climate deserved a bath when the evening came. She closed the flap of her tent that separated her from her prisoners, removed her garments, and her veil, and stepped in her bath. As she was in her bath, the curious Wellard tried to look at her, he wanted to know the identity of the mysterious woman, but the only thing he could saw were some strange scars running on her back along with other henna tatoos, and her dark brown hair. He had a strange feeling toward the stranger who bought them, like if he had already seen her.
Wellard, what are you doing, you're watching her while she is in her bath?
Yes, but I want to know who she is …
If she saw you, she would probably torture you more than Sawyer, she is a very powerful woman, I think, told him Bush.
Maybe, but I have the feeling that I have already seen her somewhere else … I think that she looks like Amelia a lot …
Do you remember that Amelia is dead, she drown when the Renown was captured, told him Kennedy.
When she reappeared in front of her prisoners, their mysterious captor was wearing a silk dress that matched with her veil that hid her unknown face. As she sat on the pillows, Wellard decided to ask her a question, but he feared what the others would think of him later.
-Who are you?
-Call me the Egyptian, she told them with a strong Egyptian accent.
-Could we see your face?
-No. But I want you to know that you don't have to fear me, I just wanted to save you from the tortures of the sultan.
-Why did you choose only us?
-I won't answer to this.
As the night came, the Egyptian rapidly fell asleep on her many pillows, she knew that her prisoners couldn't go really far, first because of her guards and secondly, because they knew that she was their only chance to survive. But in the mind of her prisoners, only one thing was important; they wanted to see the face of the woman who saved them. They doubted of her true identity, her skin was too pale for a woman who would live in the desert, she couldn't be a Bedouin, but she could be a French spy.
When they were sure she was really asleep, all of them surrounded her, and Wellard removed her dark silk veil. As she realised what have just happened, the mysterious woman started crying on the shoulder of Wellard.