Clara searched the boat under the watchful eye of Reggie, who seemed confused that she'd even want to attempt to fight back. Of course she would: firstly, it was Killian's boat and he would kill her if she didn't attempt to keep it safe; secondly, she certainly wouldn't go down without some sort of fight and, being a woman, going down fighting was probably better. Reggie frowned at her when she looked down at the gun in her hand with a grimace and a glance up at him.

"You've never actually fired a weapon, have you?" he questioned, not in the slightest amused.

Shaking her head honestly, Clara gripped the item and then asked, "Is it loaded? I can't be sure. I mean, bullets in barrels – I understand the concept, but…"

Sighing, Reggie approached her and took the gun, telling her quietly, "Don't fight, milady."

She frowned, shaking her head to look up at him and plea, "You're just going to give up? You're not even going to try?"

"One goal in life – stay alive," he admitted with a quick nod. "That's a ship. Pretty big ship, and I doubt it's going to be manned as sparsely as ours was. No point in fighting; two of us against at least a dozen."

"No point?" Clara cried, finger shooting out towards the ocean, "Killian's out there… your brothers are out there! We don't put up some sort of fight, they'll have no chance."

He laughed lightly, tipping her hat back and watching the small pout it earned him as her head shifted back out of his reach, "I take it back; you'd make a terrible pirate."

She managed a small smile, shoulders slumping before she looked out at the boat now big enough to see the mass of sails lowering to slow its ascent. "You think if we don't put up a fight; they won't kill us."

"Chances are," Reggie supplied, "They're here looking for the same treasure. Way I see it, we could come out ahead on this."

"Howso?" Clara asked, eyes narrowing up at him.

And he smiled, "Not interested in killing you, or your friend – Killian's made a reputation by aiming his anger at an unjust king… questionable actions, to be sure, but not entirely a villain." With a shrug he continued, "So we offer to lead them to treasure, maybe our merry band can overtake them."

"Ambush," she understood. "And you think Killian, Rufus, and Ron would actually work together?"

"I was supposed to put a sword in your skull, remember?" He smiled.

Clara shrugged, looking him over, "You're actually intelligent though. Don't suppose your brothers have a hidden capacity for taking a hint?"

Reggie considered it a moment and then the bellow of a laugh he release startled Clara before he shook his head and tucked the gun into his belt and nodded to her. "Gotta be a scope somewhere on this ship, let's see if we can't get a better look at our company."

"Captains quarters," Clara nodded, "Saw one when I was changing."

She began to move towards the room as Reggie asked quietly, "So you and the captain…"

"Oh," she laughed, "No, no, we… no, I mean," Clara pushed open the door, "He was just taking me out to see the ocean, we aren't…" she shook her head as she clasped onto the telescope and turned to look at the smirk the larger man was giving her. "I mean, we're pretending, but… what?"

Pointing towards the door, Reggie sighed, "The way he told me to take care of you? That weren't pretending."

"Take care of me?" Clara repeated with a small shake of her head.

"Dunno what you're playing at, but Killian's not on the same board."

"No," Clara laughed, "No… shut up," she barked, pushing past him and moving to the edge of the deck to look out at the boat now looming dangerously close and she peered through the scope with a frown. And then she laughed, hand shooting up to wave before she turned back and explained, "It's fine, it's Barnibus!"

Reggie offered a cautious glance, hand at her shoulder to ask, "Barnibus?"

"Runs a pub in the village we were docked at – portly fellow, why are you looking at me like that?"

Taking the scope from her, he peered out to see the man she referred to gesturing at the them and arguing with another man at the helm and he frowned, shaking his head at her, "Runs the town, more like."

With a laugh, Clara nodded, "Yeah, suppose so."

"Generally speaking, round these parts the man who runs the town, runs everything in the town."

Clara nodded, "Generally how that goes, Reggie."

He turned away from the sound of the waves splashing up against the hull of their boat, rocking them gently and advised, "Wouldn't put a lot of trust in him."

"Ordinarily I wouldn't put a whole hell of a lot of trust in a bloke like you either, yet here we are… and Barnibus was nice."

"Nice to a lady in a crowd," he offered, "Puttin' on a show. Like most men."

She eyed him before turning back to the boat now drifting towards them, working on dropping their own anchor as they closed in and she smiled brightly as she watched Barnibus waving at her. "Well, you're a ruthless thug," she told Reggie through her clenched smile, "If he's untrustworthy, knock him out or tie him up."

"Lady Clara," Barnibus called as Reggie moved cautiously to hold the plank they set to cross onto the Jolly Roger from their vessel and Clara approached him quickly, stepping on tip-toe to kiss his cheek and accept the small hug he gave her as he told her, "Grateful to see you again."

Nodding, she allowed, "Likewise, Barnibus."

He touched her lip where it sat slightly swollen and then he flicked her hat, "Killian turning you into a proper pirate, I see."

She laughed easily, looking to the disgusted grimace Reggie was giving her as she replied, "Perhaps."

"Where is the lad, anyways – was wanting to have a word with him?"

Clara looked out to the ocean and questioned, "You've come out, all of this way, for a chat?"

"Well," he sighed, "It's pertaining to a certain treasure map someone let slip about in a pub a day ago; knew Killian would be able to resist."

"Ah, so you've come to warn him," Clara posited, hands at her waist, thin grin aimed at the man now coming to join them. She waited, watching Barnibus chuckle softly before slipping a small tube of parchment from his belt and unrolling it to show her the small duplicate of the map Rufus had shown them.

"I've come to split the treasure, love," Barnibus told her cheerfully before pulling the gun to aim it at her, and Clara could see the second man who'd boarded the boat now aiming a rifle at Reggie, "Now be a dear and fetch your husband."