The storm came out of no where, clear blue skys turning ominously gray in a matter of minutes. The waters below them became choppy and the wind picked up, whipping the Revenges three sails around and tossing the ship itself about so harshly one could scarcely stay standing.

Emily is jolted awake rather violently as her small body is thrown back against the bars of the cell. The back of her head explodes in pain, making her feel dizzy. Tears well up in her eyes, her usual reaction to just about everything now, and she wipes them away furiously, then tries to stand up.

It doesn't work so well. The floor beneath her is too unsteady; she nearly falls forward and hits her head again. She grabs the bars and stumbles over to the bench beneath the one small window, high up on the cells one wooden wall. She climbs up and grabs the bars on the window, clinging to them for dear life, and stands on her tiptoes to see out.

She can hardly see a thing, the rain is coming down so hard. The clouds in the sky are thick and dark. Flashes of lightening and crashes of thunder add to the chaotic scene before her.

Had she been asleep for long? It was a perfectly clear night when last she had chanced a peek out the window. Could a storm roll in that fast? This is all seems very strange to her.

A large wave crashes over the ship-and through the window she is looking out of. She is once again thrown off her feet and lands roughly on her hind quarters, now half soaked.

No more tears come, though she thinks she should be afraid. Instead she feels a strange sense of calm.

"Are ye ok?"

Emily jumps and turns around quickly at the sound of anothers voice.

"Yes, I think so." She replies, her eyes wide as she stares at the strange sight before her. There's a little girl about her age in the cell with her. She has dark skin and long black hair. "Who are you?"

"A friend." The little girl smiles, and any fear Emily might have felt upon seeing this strange girl is gone in an instant. "I know yah mothah." The girl has a strange accent that Emily's never heard the likes of before.

Emily stands and only half notices the fact that she can no longer feel the violent movements of the ship being tossed about in the storm.

"You know mother!"

The little girl nods.

"She and yah papa are comin for ye! They'll catch up to ye in no more dan a day!"

"How do you know this?"

The little girl doesn't answer her question, instead reaching out a hand to touch her bruised arms and face.

"Dey hurt ye."

Emily nods.

"A-and Mr. Turnbuckle, the only one who was nice to me. I…I hope mother and papa run them all through!" Emily startles herself by saying, in a strange tone of voice she's never used before.

The strange girl looks at her with dark eyes, and she looks sad.

"Too young." The girl says. "Too young ta be made ta have such thoughts." The girl reaches out and brushes a hand over the bruise on Emily's face. Emily brings a hand up to touch it instantly and is shocked when it doesn't hurt. The girl does the same to both of her arms, and Emily looks down to see the bruises on them disappear right before her eyes. "But," the girl goes on, "ye will get yah wish soon. Very soon. Tell dem. Tell dem yah mothah is comin on de Flying Dutchman. Dis ship will nevah make it to London."

Emily is silent for a moment, thinking.

"You brought the storm, didn't you?" She asks. The little girl nods. "Mother…she talked about her goddess."

The little girl smiles again.

"Thank you." Emily backs up a little and grabs her tattered dress, dipping into a curtsy.

When she looks up again the strange girl is gone. The strange sense of calm that had taken over Emily did not leave with her.

She stumbles back over to the bench on the other end of the cell, sits down, and waits calmly for the storm to clear away.

The storm keeps the Revenges entire crew occupied for close to two hours. Quite a few men are lost to the sea in that time, and the ship has been tossed around enough that it will be slow going in getting anywhere, much less to London. The trip was only supposed to take them two more days. Now they will be lucky to get there in four.

All of this Emily over hears from the men on deck as she continues to sit quietly in her cell. There is still water sloshing around the floor beneath her; she is sitting with her legs propped up in front of her so as not to get wet again, with her back against the bars.

She isn't surprised when one of the same two officers who had taken her nice officer away comes down to check on her. She knew someone would eventually, and had a feeling it would be him.

"Well, you don't appear to be hurt." He says, looking her over.

She keeps her head down and says nothing.

"You've nothing to say? That's a first. After a gale like that I assumed you'd be shaken. Ah well. Less for me to deal with then I suppose."

She thinks that will be the end of it, but of course, it's never that easy.

"Wait a minute. Come here."

She doesn't move.

"Did you not hear me, girl? I said come here."

"Why should I?" She asks, sounding so calm she surprises even herself a little.

He snatches the keys off the wall, where they had somehow managed to remain hanging during the storm, and opens her cell door, sloshing through the water towards her. He grabs her roughly and forces her to look up at him. He says nothing, but looks surprised, and Emily knows that it's because the bruise on her face has healed.

"What… a little witch! I knew it!"

Her brows furrow and she gives him her very best 'are you mad?' look.

"Oh yes, that's it. Because a witch with power enough to heal herself would really have let herself be locked in a cage like this for so long. Very smart." She claps her hands.

Usually she is wise enough to keep such mocking comments to herself, but knowing that her parents will be coming soon helps to lessen her fears of what he could do to her.

He'll be dead soon anyways, and the thought makes her happy in a very strange way. She tries not to think about it.

His eyes widen and he brings his hand up, getting ready to backhand her-again.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

She isn't all that scared and so, of course, she doesn't sound like she is. This is probably what gives him pause.

"And why is that, pray tell?"

"Because they'll be coming soon for all of you. It'll be worse on you all if papa – or worse, mother – finds me beat up. I'll be sure to point them straight to you."

His hand drops and he looks shocked.

"And what makes you think they're coming for you? Your father is a pirate. Pirates never care about anyone but themselves."

Emily can't help the smug look she is surely giving him.

"You don't know my papa. Or my Uncle Jack. They'll be coming, and so will mother. Just watch."

The officer sounds angry now.

"I've heard rumors of this so-called she devil of a mother that you have. Stories from survivors of a ship we encountered. All of the men were half mad. You can't actually believe that nonsense."

Emily's lips twist into a smirk.

"You're scared, aren't you? Good! You should be!"

His face turns red like an apple he is so angry. Emily feels a little more afraid now. He once again brings a hand up to slap her…

The Revenges captain has just finally gotten the chance to retire to his quarters for some much needed rest when he hears his first officers frantic voice calling to him from behind his closed door.

"What is it?" He asks as he opens the door, not caring if he doesn't sound particularly captain-like.

"S-sir there's a ship heading for us!"

"Colours?"

"W-well…"

"Are they not flying any?"

"Oh, they are sir, quite proudly it seems. I-its pirates sir, a big ship with black sails! We'll never be able to outrun them in the state we're in…"

The captain has already retreated back into his cabin to retrieve his sword and pistol.

"Nevermind outrunning them." He says, pushing past his first officer. "I intend to sink them."

Emily has pressed herself back against the wall, eyes closed, bracing herself for the officer's blow…

…but it never comes. The captain has begun bellowing out orders on the deck above them, telling everyone to make ready the guns and prepare for a fight.

Apparently they've spotted another ship, one that is clearly a pirate ship.

Emily opens her eyes to see that the officer has turned quite pale. She grins.

"I told you! Here they come now!"

He doesn't respond. He turns and locks her back in her cell before leaving. She climbs up to look out the small window and grins upon seeing all of the weary officers scrambling to get ready for a fight.

It will finally all be over soon.

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