"Don't ve haff some business to attend to?" Schaper asked testily, making a gesture of disgust at Captain Frost. She ignored him, plodding across the deck.
"Oh yes! Right," Terra paused for thought, "come this way."
Schaper and his suited cronies started to walk when she swirled around on one foot.
"No, just you," she said, Schaper looked at his guards and said something in fast, fluent German. He continued on as Terra stuck her tongue out at his men childishly. Fowl has a lot of energy suppressed, she thought, it might be hard to keep it under control, better to be quick about it then.
Terra led Schaper to a neatly decorated cabin. She sat down behind her rag-tag desk, which was covered in all sorts of mysterious objects. One caught Schaper's eye, a black orb sat on a ring of brass.
"You can't have that," she said, gesturing him to sit down. "It belongs to a friend of mine in Spain."
Schaper grunted. He ran his fingers through his slicked, blonde hair. Terra opened a drawer in her desk, and rummaged around.
"Vat are you doing?" He asked, tilting his head slightly. Terra didn't answer until she found what she was looking for. She tossed it to Schaper, who just managed to catch it. The Titan pendulum, or indeed a perfect replica of The Titan. Embellished with a white gold thunderbolt and an emerald eye at the base.
"A truly beautiful piece, Mister Schaper," she stated. He let the silver chain slip between his hands and swung the pendulum, light as a feather. Schaper smiled, the diamond initials inlayed into his front teeth glinting in the sunlight.
"Ven vill it vork?" He asked, raising an eyebrow in Terra's direction. The captain stood up, and stretched out a hand for The Titan. Schaper handed it to her.
The green of the large emerald reflected in her deep blue eyes creating an aquamarine effect. "On the second full moon of every third year after you complete the ritual." She blatantly lied, but this sucker was taking it all in, all you needed for the real Titan to work was to pour some special water on it. That's where Artemis Fowl came in. Schaper nodded.
"I'll give you the instructions via email when I get to Alexandria," Terra made her usual pause, "wouldn't want you trying anything nasty."
She warned him for dramatic effect, even though the fake Titan was made out of cheap aluminium, coloured with metallic paints and inset with a tinted cubic zircon.
Handing back the replica she asked, "When will I get my prize?"
Schaper looked down at it. "Here." He handed Terra his briefcase. She opened it and took out an American dollar. Terra choked a laugh.
"We agreed Egyptian pounds," She looked quizzically at Schaper, who was staring at the pendant. Talk about treasure obsessed, she thought.
Terra sighed, "Okay, just get out!" She could no longer take this guy seriously. Schaper looked up, startled.
"Vat?" He said.
"Not meaning to sound mafia or anything, but you heard me! Get the hell out!" Terra yelled. Schaper stood up, slightly dumfounded. She heard him mutter something under his breath. Dummer pirat.
Terra shoved Schaper and his cronies off the edge of her ship into their speedboat. Unfortunately Nicolas Shapers many cronies landed on top of him. The crew couldn't help but laugh.
Now for Mister Fowl.