Hi again! Just a little side note, I'm going to be going through my already posted chapters and fix the typos and what not.

This chapter is dedicated to:

Kates Master's Sister: New reviewer! Now that is an interesting idea…but I will not say anything, you'll just have to wait and see how it goes, cause honestly I don't even know. Oh, and updates are once a week, usually on Wednesday s.

Nautical Assignment: Um, gunner! Yeah, we need some defenses, right?

Sarah-K-O-M: Now calm down. Swearing will get you no where, demands will get you no where, and flattery will get you every where! Yes, I admit it I'm so shallow. No you never did mention it, but I'm glad you like it, I do enjoy it myself.

Allbountiesaccepted: YAY! You're not dead! I was wondering where you went off to, don't scare me like than again…

Right, so here's chapter, what am I up to?…. oh, right, 11.

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Katrina trudged wearily down another street that made up the maze of the bustling seaport. Her head hanging down in despair. It seemed she had been to every public serving house in the city. Not a single tavern or inn needed to hire another serving girl.

And so she was walking aimlessly around, trying to decide what to do next when the smell of fresh baked bread reached her nose, causing her stomach to rumble. She hadn't had anything to eat since that morning before leaving the ship. Following the delicious aroma, she found herself standing in front of a very neat looking tavern. The sign above the door was carved into the shape of a lion and "Lyon's Den" was written in bold black letters.

She pushed open the door. It was a very clean and cheery place. Scrubbed wood floors, neat little tables were placed in an orderly fashion about the room covered with checkered tablecloths, there was a bar at the far side of the room. A tall man stood behind it, polishing glasses.

"'Ello, miss." He said in a jovial voice. "Ye here for a bite, hm?"

"John, who is it?" a voice called, a plump motherly woman came out of a door which Katrina guessed to be the kitchen. "Oh, 'ello, love." She said in a sweet cockney accent. "why don' ye sit down? We have mincemeat pie or vegetable stew wi' bread today, what will it be?"

"Well, I actually wanted to know if you're looking for help? Even if it's just for the night?" Katrina ventured.

"Praise be!" the motherly woman bubbled. "Did I no' tell ye John?" she turned back to Katrina "Ye be a God send. Our girl just up and quit th' other day. We would be glad o' a bit o' help. We 'ave just enough time ta tell ye how we run things, it be almos' time for th' supper rush."

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"Hello, gentlemen." Katrina said approaching a table. "We have Mincemeat pie or vegetable stew with fresh bread tonight, what would you like?"

The men looked up, startled from their conversation. "Where be Maria? The normal gal?" one asked.

"She quit. Now, what would you be having?" Katrina took their orders and relayed them to the kitchen. Mrs. Lyons quickly made up the requested food, Katrina bringing them out to the table.

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Katrina sat down at a table in the kitchen with Mrs. Lyons.

"I never thought tonight would end." Katrina said, taking a bit of mincemeat pie.

Mrs. Lyons laughed. "Aye, it was a bit more then we usually do get 'round 'ere." She agreed.

"Well, John and I are off to bed, Katrina. Do you mind cleaning up the spare dishes? We can wash then in the morning."

"Not at all, Mrs. Lyons." Katrina responded.

"Good nigh' child." Mr. Lyons called from the foot of the staircase.

Katrina had finished with the dishes and was about to retire to her own room that the Lyons gave her when she heard the front door open.

Groaning, Katrina retied her apron and picked up her tray, going through the swinging door into the dimly lit dining room.

"What will it be tonight, gentlemen?" she asked for what seemed like the thousandth time that night.

"A round of grog, poppet." A familiar voice said. Startled Katrina looked more intently at the face of the speaker.

Riley! "Oh, Lord." Katrina breathed and suddenly she was running. She didn't know how long she ran and didn't stop running until she tripped over a tree root. Pushing herself up Katrina looked around, noticing she was in the woods beyond the port city. Too alarmed to return to the tavern or even the town Katrina walked steadily away from the city until she found a likely gathering of brush. Burrowing a hole to the general middle of the small clump of the bushes, she curled up to spend a cold night in the forest.

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Yes, I know, I am evil for leaving it there, but I really don't have anymore time to write right now, guess you'll just have to wait for next week.