Traveling the world alone would not be easy. There really was no other way for Geneva, though. In order to learn about the world, and take in all that it had to offer, she would have to do it on her own.

So, Geneva took the next ship she could find back to Europe. It happened to be a small passenger ship, which was used as a merchant ship as well. The captain naturally asked questions. Geneva lied and told him she was returning home to Europe, and that she had come to Cuba to meet family. He responded that the ship would be making port in England, and Geneva had no complaint about this, saying that she had an escort waiting for her there. The captain finally let her stay aboard, only because she seemed to be of high status, and she did have an escort with her. Her escort was a young man, probably a servant of some sort. The only funny thing about it was that when they finally arrived in an English port, the captain asked the escort where they were headed to in Europe. The escort had no idea where he was, and the young lady was nowhere to be seen.

Upon her arrival in England, Geneva quickly abandoned the merchant ship without being noticed. Tia Dalma had given her a special power: she could hypnotize men with her eyes. It was a useful tactic to have. She knew that she couldn't get on a ship by herself. She needed to have some sort of escort, especially with the women's clothes that she was wearing. So, while walking around the port looking for a ship to take a ride on, she snagged an unsuspecting man and imprinted on him.

Tia Dalma had warned her to be very selective with the men she imprinted. The spell could not be broken unless the man was to die. Geneva herself could not break the spell once she had cast it. The only problem was, she could not harm the people that she imprinted, or she would feel their pain in her body as well. By imprinting, she connected part of herself with another, and thus, this other person was also connected to her in a state of habitual trust. Geneva had to wait until the person died in order to be free from the bonds imprinting created.

The hypnosis was also convenient, Tia Dalma said, but it was a skill that was best left secret if it was to be effective. When Geneva imprinted on someone, they instantly had complete trust in her, and she could use that to her advantage. She could use people to get what she wanted, or where she wanted. Sometimes, Tia Dalma said, she could even get visions of what those people were thinking or seeing.

It was the first time Geneva had ever used her eyes on anyone, and it seemed quite effective. She wasn't sure how she'd use it in the future, but there were more important things to do that hypnotize people.

The reason Geneva came to Europe was to learn. She had never been outside her home country of Ireland before. Going to Cuba was daunting enough, but she had a purpose to fulfill. Now that she had gotten what she wanted from Tia Dalma, Geneva was on a new mission.

She had devised a sort of plan. She wanted to learn all that there was to learn about being a man, and then she wanted to do it even better than a man. She figured Europe was the best place to start, since it was the center of all modern knowledge. The only problem with this plan was that she was a woman. In order to learn to be like a man, she would have to become a man somehow.

Geneva quickly fled the port and briskly made her way through the streets, not exactly sure what city she was in yet. She walked up to a woman on the street who was selling flowers.

"Where can I find housing, ma'am?" Geneva said in her native Irish accent, using the best English that she could.

"Down a ways on this street, and then take a left," the woman responded in a British accent. "There are nice apartments there."

Geneva was intrigued by the woman's accent. As she walked away, she repeated what the woman had said to her in a British accent, and then listened around her to the other people speaking. Some accents were slightly different from others, although they all seemed to be British. The higher class citizens seemed to have some differences in the way they spoke, as opposed to the lower class flower girl that Geneva had just spoken to. She took them all in nonetheless.

She got to the apartment building and signed for a room. She had money enough to pay for a night, and claimed that she was just passing through to see family. It was convincing enough, because every word she uttered to the man behind the counter was in a perfect, upper-class British accent.

Upon entering her room, she flopped down on the bed and thought for a moment. In order to be a man, she would need to learn the different languages of man. Certainly, the most educated men on the planet were ones that could speak multiple languages fluently. English was a bit of a challenge, but accents were quite easy for her to copy for some reason. Tia Dalma had enhanced so many parts of her that perhaps the woman had also enhanced her mental capabilities as well. It seemed plausible.

So, it was decided. The first thing Geneva would need to do is learn languages. A private tutor was far too expensive for her, and she could learn from speaking to people easily enough. Perhaps she could even read some, but that would require getting into a library, which was for the upper class.

Geneva sat up and looked down at her dress. It was plainly colored, but still nice looking. It was a beige-color overtop, with white underneath. That would do. But she needed another color for a jacket, possibly a green. And she needed a hat. She could make trousers out of her dress, and use the white to make a tunic for underneath the jacket.

This was a dangerous idea, though. Women dressing as men were not unheard of, but to be caught doing so would result in severe punishment. It always did. She hadn't figured on lying so much to gain knowledge. Lying to the captain wasn't a big deal for her. But lying about her gender would be something entirely different.

She knew how to sew quite well, though. She wasn't an amateur. And she was granted these powers by Tia Dalma, a renowned sorceress. If such a powerful woman had faith in her abilities enough to grant her immortality, then she shouldn't doubt herself.

She stood and smiled, her long red hair whipping behind her. She could do this. Today was the day her career in dishonesty would begin. And she wouldn't just become a man; she would become an Englishman.