By the time everyone was able to finish up with the medical stuff after Sir Piers Pomfrey had left, it was early morning. As quickly as everyone could, they headed towards the stairs, lining each inch of every step with as many girls as possible. Everyone kept rubbing their eyes tiredly, and Rosë let out a yawn as she leaned against the railing by Saffy.

"Girls," Ms. Fritton spoke solemnly, gaining everyone's attention. "Our home, our school, our sanctuary, has been violated," she paused, "And not in a good way." She looked around at all of the students around her, "As you know, fighting is abhorred here at St. Trinian's." A few girls, mostly Rude Girls, started to whisper in confusion, "but, I say to you, THEY STARTED IT!" Rosë jumped at the sudden shout, and knew, if the situation hadn't been so somber, Zoë would've laughed at her.

"Buh mihss, wha' we gonna dew, we ain't goh thuh ring?" the Rude Girl who had been examining the ring in the library the day before asked.

"Ah, yes, but remember the legend, Jessica." Ms. Fritton told her, "Now, there are two rings." Ms. Fritton turned back to facing everyone, "To stop these bullies, we have to find the second ring first."

"But what about the first ring?" Saffy asked.

"I'll get to the first ring in a second," Ms. Fritton replied, "Now, girls, we find the second ring first, infiltrate the enemy camp, and steal the first ring, second." Rosë watched as the girls around her got confused.

"They may be many," Ms. Fritton continued to speak, "And we may be few, but anyone who stands beside me in this struggle, what can I say? We few, we happy few, we band of sisters…for she who sheds her blood with me shall be my sister, where she ne'er so vile. And gentle girls in England now abed, shall think themselves accursed they were not here, and hold their girlhood cheap…whilst any speaks…who fought with us..." Ms. Fritton looked around at all of them, everyone silent, "Upon this St. Trinian's day."

Everyone cheered, and Rosë jumped up and down with Chelsea and Co. Matron gave Ms. Fritton a drink, "So," she continued, "I'm going treasure hunting, who's with me?" Everyone cheered again while raising their hand.

X

Rosë's eyebrows rose in surprise at the first year's ability to find the large trunk. They opened it and dumped all the old documents inside onto the table. "Alright girls," She told them, "Look for anything mentioning Pirate Fritton." With that said, they set to work.

After digging through the papers, reading everything they could for a about an hour and a half, one of the first year girls called out, "Girls! Hey, look," A dark skinned girl placed a paper on the table in front of them. "I've got something!"

Rosë stood behind the group, looking over them to see what the paper said. It was harder than one would think, because Rosë wasn't as tall as the rest of the Posh Totties, barely standing at 5'3". She was constantly wearing tall high heels to make up for it, but today she had decided on a pair of white saddle shoes instead of some form of heel. "It is rec-or-ded that the piss, the pis- pis-,"

"Let me see it," Rosë gently took the yellowed piece of parchment from the girl.

"It is recorded," Rosë began to read, "that the pistol-toting pirate Fritton, left a treasure trail." She looked up at the younger girls and grinned with them.

A little girl next to her, wearing a pirate hat, took the paper from her hands. In a deep gravelly voice the girl read, "It started with a series of playing cards."

"Here they are," another first year held up the cards in her hands.

"On each was written a clue," the gravelly voiced little girl continued to read.

"Look! Look here!" the dark skinned first year exclaimed pointing to a paper on the table.

"In the day of our lord, May 22nd, 1882…"

X

"What, what did he find?" Annabelle demanded of the younger girl, Jeminima.

"A widdle," she replied her lisp warping what she said.

"A widdle," Saffy asked disgustedly. Rosë crinkled her nose.

"A weally old widdle, left by piwate Fwitton himself."

"Ewww," Rosë mumbled, her nose scrunching up even more.

"Oh, oh, a riddle," Lucy exclaimed realizing they had misinterpreted the girl's statement because of her speech impediment.

"Ohhh," she heard Bianca remark.

"That's what I thaid thilly." The girl snapped.

"So, where's the widdle now?" Saffy asked.

"It's a riddle," Rosë hissed at her. Realization spilled across Saffy's face as she nodded in understanding.

"We found this," Jeminima gestured to the board behind her.

"Fortnam's will," another younger year spoke, pointing to what they had projected onto a large white screen.

Annabelle leaned forward to get a better look at what was written. "And I shall leave a trace of it, but not upon this Earth."

"Nawt on Earth, soh wha', iht's, like, ihn space aw somefink?" Bianca asked loudly. Rosë heard Zoë make an irritated noise at the girl.

Rosë turned just in time to see Bianca making a face at her cousin, mouthing 'what?' at the emo. "Bianca," Rosë spoke, gaining the Rude Girl's attention. "Space travel didn't start until 1957."

"Soh," the dark skinned girl responded.

Rosë rolled her eyes at the girl, "The journal entry about him finding the first ring was written in 1882. That's 75 years before space travel actually happened, and 21 before it was even theorized to be possible. Therefore, there's really only one possibility to what he means." Rosë glanced over at Jeminima who was bouncing on her heels to speak. She smiled softly at the girl when she grinned excitedly, hurrying to explain what the idea was.

"Not on the Earth, but undaw it." The younger year spoke, "Sixth feet undaw, pawhaps?"

The girls around Rosë inclined their heads in realization, "Six feet under." The all spoke in unintentional unison.

X

Bianca gagged as they crept through the graveyard. "I cahn't behlieve, righ'," she spoke, "Weh're goin' tew dihg up some rank dead geeza on da awff chance 'e's got a clew."

"This is so creepy," she heard Chelsea squeak. "We are actually walking over dead bodies right now."

"There's no reason to be scared of death," Zoë told the Posh Totty, "'Cause death's just like, you know, life, but with all the crap bits taken out. Like fascism and poverty…and Miley Cyrus." Zoë hissed the last bit.

"Soh, yew wewldn' mind iv yew died?" Bianca asked her, weird-ed out, her face showing it.

"I wouldn't mind if you died," Bianca turned around to attack the girl when she was stopped by Rosë speaking.

"Zoë," the Posh Totty – who was starting to seem less and less like a Posh Totty – hissed at her cousin, "What have we said about trying to kill people?" Bianca smirked at the Emo. "Don't do it when there's a possibility I could be a witness," the posh girl continued to hiss, and Bianca's smirk fell and she looked to the light brunette girl who had her hair in a bun with a pink bow pinned at the back of it, "Being a part of a murder trial doesn't look good to universities."

Bianca looked at Rosë like she was insane. She saw Zoë roll her eyes. The Rude Girl was starting to notice more and more how the two girls were related. She was about to comment about it when Annabelle called out, "There, look!" Quickly, they all made their way over to the grave.