Emily doesn't like not knowing. Waiting in her cabin, too weak to do much beyond working her way into a sitting position, waiting for Alex to come with the expectation that he will not be happy with her being the only thing she knows for certain, she wants to scream. If all had gone according to plan, the Sea's Queen should technically be hers now, but since she wasn't around to see that happen, she finds herself worried about what's gone on since. Assuming all had gone according to plan, where was Ana? Was she alright? Emily hadn't actually wanted anything bad to happen to the older woman; in fact she'd been hoping to talk some things out with her. And what was with this woman, Jo? She'd seemed – normal. Possibly the most normal person Emily had ever met. Certainly the most normal woman. Except for the strange fact that she acted like she already knew Emily, and perhaps Alex as well. There is something about her, though, something familiar…

Footsteps sound out, pounding down the corridor at a brisk pace, pulling Emily out of her reverie. The door to her cabin is thrown open to reveal… Alex, looking an adorable mess as he has obviously just been woken up, his hair a mess and his shirt untucked. Adorable? Not an adjective she can quite remember ever putting to him before. Is she still a tad delirious? She'll have to have someone check her for fever.

She's not sure what to say now that he's standing here before her, but before she can think on it he is at her side, his strong arms pulling her into a hug as he buries his face in her loose hair.

"Alex?" She hugs him back, but loosely, bewildered. She understands that she had been very sick, but he's acting like he'd thought her dead. Jo peers into the room just long enough for a smile to tug at her lips – either at Alex's open display of affection, or Emily's expression, Emily isn't sure – and then slips back out, pulling the door shut behind her. "Alex. Please, I don't… what's going on?"

"I thought we'd bloody well lost ye, that's what's goin on, and to a bunch of rotten splinters, no less." There is no venom behind his words, just stark relief. He pulls away to plant a kiss right on her lips before looking into her eyes. "Ye're leg, it just got worse. Ye've been real sick for – ages, seems like."

"Ages." Emily takes a shaky breath. "Alex, what exactly is your definition of 'ages'?"

"More n' a week. Do ye remember anythin? Ye were in 'n out o' consciousness plenty of times, but we weren't sure if ye were really there or not."

"I wasn't." Her thoughts are foggy. She feels weak and exhausted and – weak. A week. More than a week. "More than a week!"

Now it's Alex's turn to looking thoroughly bewildered. "What's wrong?"

"Who's captain of this ship."

"What?" Now he's scowling.

Emily knows how this will sound to him, but it's important. "Alex, who is captain of this ship? What happened while I was go- out. What happened while I was out? Am I captain?"

He shoots back to his feet, suddenly looking – furious. "I should've known that's all ye'd be worried about. Do ye 'ave any idea what they've done to the Cap'n – to Ana? Barbossa tied 'er all up and tossed 'er in the brig on 'is ship, keepin 'er for you 'e says. If it weren't for ye bein so sick ye may 'ave 'ad a mutiny on ye're 'ands for all the questions Ana's men 'ave 'ad."

"No! But that's not -," she shifts around on her bed in an attempt to get up, "I'll fix this, I have to…"

"Whoa, now, wait…" Alex shoots forward to try and stop her, but he's too late. She swings her legs out so she's sitting on the edge of the bed – and freezes, staring down as it truly sinks in. Her left leg. She only has half of her left leg. Alex goes on, his tone a bit more gentle again. "Easy, love. Told ye, ye've been out for a long time. Ye're gonna be fine, the – erm, wound started healin quick as is usual for ye, soon as that old surgeon the Cap'n hired – was finished."

"Fine." She nods, continuing to stare for a moment, before looking up. "Right then. We – we have to get me out of this cabin somehow. I have to fix this mess with the Captain, I don't care how anymore. Please, this isn't how I wanted things to end up."

"Well, what did ye think would 'appen, then? Tell me ye didn't think ye could trust Barbossa after all the things we've 'eard of 'im."

"To be perfectly fair, the deal was simply that I would get Ana to lead him to Whitecap Bay without a fuss and in return he would find a way to ensure that the Sea's Queen was mine by the end of it." It also entailed that she be allowed to keep the map, but she's not sure she wants to explain about that at the moment. "I intended to have a talk with Ana once it was all over, but then," she pauses, gesturing towards her leg, "this happened. I suppose he was only keeping up his end of our bargain the best way he knew how."

"You intended to have a talk with Ana. A talk. And what did ye think…"

"To be honest… I never actually managed to think this far ahead, look, are you going to help me or not?"

"There's no way ye're leavin this cabin. Even if ye still 'ad…" He gestures towards her leg. "Ye've been sick. Ye need rest."

She knows he's right. She feels light headed just sitting as she is, enough that her stomach isn't thanking her for it. Her whole body still aches. She can tell her goddess is healing her now, but it will take a little time. "Well, then." She goes to lay herself back down in the bed. Alex tries to help her, but she waves him away, annoyed. "You'll just have to explain all of that to Barbossa and ask that he come to me." She makes herself as comfortable as she can manage and closes her eyes. Sleep actually does sound good. Very good.

"Me? Why me?"

"Because who else is going to do it? I'm the closest thing we have to a Captain at the moment, no matter how the crew may be questioning it, and since I'm not going anywhere, I'll need someone to – be first mate, I suppose." She opens her eyes halfway to look at him. "Problem?"

He's staring at her now, both eyebrows raised. "Well…no. S'ppose not."

"Good." She closes her eyes again.

"Right then – I'll just..."

She listens to him leave and lets out a sigh, glad that Alex could be so easy to deal with at times. Sleep takes her easily – proper, and blissfully dreamless.

…

When she wakes it's to Jo again, this time carrying a tray of food into the room, along with two mugs of – she's not sure. All she knows is that the smells reaching her nose certainly aren't bad.

"Sorry to wake you, but you're going to need some food if you're to get your strength up." She sets the tray down on a nearby table as Emily sits herself up in bed. "Bet even this'll taste plenty good after being out long as you have." She hands Emily a bowl of some kind of gruel – Emily doesn't question it, knowing it's been a while since they've stopped for supplies. Her stomach has settled from earlier, and she finds she is hungry. "Tried to get Alex to come down here, figured you'd rather have a familiar face, but he refused. I can leave you to it if you'd like."

"No, please stay!" Emily says, perhaps a bit too quickly, and rushes to explain. "I mean… I don't know that I could stand to be alone with my own thoughts just at the moment. Company of any kind would be welcome." Jo raises that eyebrow again, but grabs a chair from the table and sits without question, grabbing one of the mugs off the tray and taking a sip. Emily eats in silence for a moment, then eyes the older woman. "May I ask you something?"

"Be my guest, I'm sure you have plenty of questions for me."

"How do you know Alex?"

Jo's eyebrows furrow. "Hasn't he mentioned me before?"

"Not that I can recall."

"Surely he has. I was on the Pearl with him for a time– more than a year ago now."

"Oh. That would explain it. He hasn't talked too much about his time on the Pearl." Emily says, then blinks. "Wait. You – what – why were you on… You're not a pirate. Are you? You don't much talk or act like one is all."

Jo looks – amused. "I'm not one. Or, I certainly wasn't before I ended up on the Pearl. Now all I know is that I'm here, and I've nowhere else to go, so here I plan to stay – if whoever ends up Captain on this ship will allow me to, of course."

"Well, yes but how exactly did you end up here."

"I was with my father. There was a bit of – trouble in England, and he accidently dragged me into it. We were both to be hanged. He insisted I be brought along on the Navy ship, trying to ensure I'd be alright. I had no idea why Barbossa agreed until I saw Addy – erm, that is, until I realized he had a daughter too. Come to think of it, seeing as I was to be hanged too, I suppose I really am a pirate, at least as far as all those boys back in England are concerned." She takes another sip of whatever's in her mug – rum, Emily suspects, as she catches a whiff of an all too familiar smell – seeming entirely unconcerned with the conclusion she's just come to.

Emily is now curious about several different things, not the least of which being the older woman's strange slip up, but decides they will probably have time for plenty other conversations like this one. "Can you cook?" She ends up asking simply.

"Cook? Well, sure. I was married… rather enjoyed working in the kitchen, actually. Why?"

"That was Adrienne's job here on the ship, but she'll be gone now, thank my goddess. A replacement would be needed. Whether it's me or Ana ends up Captain, I doubt any one will object to you staying on."

"Ah. Well, that's good to know at least." Jo stands and takes Emily's now empty bowl, placing it back on the tray, and then hands her the second mug, water. "Here, get some of that down you and then I'll let you rest."

Emily does as instructed, then hands the mug back to Jo, who places it back on the tray and makes as if to leave, but hesitates.

"Something wrong?" Emily asks.

"No. That is, not exactly. Just – Alex. He asked you something just before all that business with the Fountain began." It's a statement, not a question. Emily isn't sure what to make of that. Jo seems to catch herself, adding, "Didn't he?"

Emily runs through all the conversations she's had with Alex in the past several days – at least the ones she can remember. It takes her a moment to realize what the other woman must be talking about, because that conversation couldn't possibly have been overheard by anyone, much less Jo. "How did you know that?" She asks warily.

"Our goddess has a strange fascination with sending me visions of people I've not yet met." Emily's eyes widen as it all suddenly makes sense, but Jo goes on before she can say anything. "All I mean to say is that Alex may have things figured better than you think. I'd think about what he said. But then, that is just me."

Emily tries to form a response of some kind, but she's not even sure what to think now, and the older woman ducks out of the room before she can.

The next few days are entirely too dull for Emily's liking; Alex and Jo team up to mother hen her, insisting that anything and everyone else can wait until they are good and sure she's as alright as she's going to get. Emily, in turn, insists (with as much fire as she can manage being quite stuck in bed) that they get moving with an actual destination in mind. Everyone seems agreeable enough to that, and after much debate on where they should go…

"Alex, you're not hearing me, Joshy's all alone now, I can't just leave him, I won't!"

"I'm not sayin ye should, love, all I'm suggestin is that we find a way to deal with," he gestured to her leg in that vague way he'd been using, "all this business first."

"Well, then, what do you propose we do instead?" She crossed her arms and glared daggers, trying to be as fierce and not vulnerable as possible.

"We go visit me granddad. He can help ye, and ye can send a letter to ye're brother from there, let 'im know ye're comin."

… They were on their way to Shipwreck Cove.

Her talk with Barbossa is also entirely anticlimactic. He offers his sincerest sympathies for her leg, has Ana brought aboard the Sea's Queen, wishes her the best of luck, and then goes on his way (on the Queen Anne's Revenge, Emily had been told. She is rather impressed with that bit, she has to admit.)

And then she is alone with Ana. Ana, who looks more resigned than angry, Emily notes warily.

"I'm not going to say I'm sorry." Emily begins tentatively.

"You'd be lying if you did. I know. I'm a might proud of you for it, in fact." Ana replies, her eyes trailing down to stare openly at Emily's half-missing leg. "A sip of the waters and you wouldn't have to worry about that." She goes on conversationally.

"I know. It's just… a little more complicated than that."

"Hmm. It always is, isn't it?"

"Captain –"

"We both know I'm no one's captain anymore, Turner. Ana will do fine."

"Why did you want to get to the Fountain so badly?"

Ana sits herself down in the chair Jo and Alex (unfortunately, more often Jo than Alex) have both occupied several times over the past few days, heaving a weary sigh as she does so. "Because I'm a fool, Emily. I begged our goddess for more than I needed to know. I was hoping to change what I saw."

Emily's brows furrow. "I don't understand. What did you see?"

Ana only shakes her head. "It matters not now."

Emily has never wanted so desperately to pry, but decides against it. If Ana's haunted expression is anything to go by, she probably doesn't want to know. "I need this ship, but up until I realized that, I had no desire to be captain." She starts instead, knowing she is not talking much like a pirate, but Ana is her friend. She feels she more than owes the older woman. "This crew is yours. They're loyalty is yours. If you were to stay, it would save me the trouble of having to earn it for myself, being too young and especially now that I'll have to..." She trails off, turning to stare down at her leg in frustration.

"Oh no." Ana says quickly. "It was a nice little stroke of luck, my ending up with this ship, but I've had my fun. I knew the minute you first stepped on board that it would soon be time for a change. Time for someone else to have a turn. I'll tell the crew this was my decision, you didn't force me. After that…" She stands and crosses the room to the open window, looking out on the ocean as she runs a hand over the window sill. "She's all yours, Emily." She pauses a moment, then turns, a bit of the fire Emily is more familiar with returning. "And don't go wasting time feeling sorry for yourself, either, Turner. If Barbossa, that crotchety old cur, killed Blackbeard himself with only one leg, I should certainly think you'll get along just fine too. In fact, I expect you'll come to me one day with a tale even better than his."

Emily laughs, quiet but genuine, something she hasn't done in – she can't remember how long. "Aye, Cap'n." She gladly accepts the challenge.

From then on, Ana calls her captain. The switch proves stranger for Emily than it does for anyone else, particularly because she no longer has a comfortable way to address Ana.

…

Alex is avoiding her again. She's not sure if it's out of anger, or if he simply no longer knows what to say to or how to act around her. She forces herself to give him some time, supposing it's her own fault. On a more pleasant note, however, Jo is much more agreeable than Adrienne ever was, and Emily finds herself easily settling into a friendship with her. It is nice, she finds, to have another sensible, fairly like-minded female aboard – one that is not her captain, that is.

"It's going to be hard enough hobbling around as it is, Jo."

"I just thought you might wish to make a more proper impression, is all. You don't look much like a captain as is, you know."

Emily has to admit Jo was right. In her torn shirt and ripped and blood stained pants, she does look rather dreadful – even by a pirate's standards. She simply can't see herself putting on her old dress, though. She hated the thing to begin with. Now that she is currently down to limping along with a crutch to replace her leg, she isn't sure she'd manage to get anywhere in it without tripping over her own two – well, her own foot. She sighs in frustration. She is becoming more and more tempted to simply pull out that bottle and drink the water. Her goddess had said it would make her whole again. Some part of her doesn't see why she has to learn to live like this at all.

"Surly you must have something else you can wear? I managed to drag one of my bags along when I slipped off that Navy ship, perhaps one of my dresses..." Jo trails off as Emily gives her a pointed look. Where Emily is tall and thin, Jo is short and sturdy. One of her dresses will never fit Emily, it simply wouldn't work. "Well, it was a thought." Jo huffs.

Thinking it through again as she stares across her cabin – the captain's cabin, now hers because Ana had insisted – Emily spots the tall cabinet standing against the wall… and remembers something. Climbing to her feet using the makeshift crutch that Alex had made her, she limps across the room and opens the cabinet, taking out the clothing box inside.

When Alex had gifted her with this ensemble, weeks ago – or was it more like months now? – Emily had been adamant that she would never wear such a ridiculous outfit. Now, as she pulls out the fine red shirt and turns to Jo with a mischievous smile, she supposes there is someone whose eye she wishes to pull in her direction, and perhaps his gift is the perfect way to do it.

"Em-Captain?" Alex has to correct himself, not for the first time, as he knocks on Emily's door. They have long since made port at Shipwreck, and Alex has already ventured bravely out on his own to see his grandfather. That meeting, fortunately, had gone much better than he'd expected. The man had looked even more ancient than Alex remembered, and somehow Alex found he was no longer quite so intimidated by him, although he was a bit wary of him. Teague had seemed oddly eager to meet Emily, and Alex couldn't help but to wonder why. He supposes it could be a harmless curiosity, with Emily being the Pirate Kings daughter and all. He hopes that's it. Getting no immediate answer from within the captain's cabin, he knocks again. "Emily? Are ye alright? I already talked to me granddad, he wants to meet ye, are ye ready to go…?" He ends up trailing off a bit awkwardly, as it doesn't quite fit to say 'go ashore', since that implies land is involved. Shipwreck Cove is quite literally made up of bits and pieces of a ship, a giant floating fortress.

"Yes, I'm coming Alex!" Emily calls back, and sure enough, he hears her off gait as she hobbles across to the door. He hasn't seen much of her in the past days. He's no longer sure how to act around her. He knows she won't want anything to have changed, but the fact is quite a lot has, and it's going to take him some getting used to.

The door opens, pulling him out of his thoughts. He sees red and his eyes widen at what he finds standing before him.

She is wearing that outfit. The one he'd bought her weeks ago – more like months now probably, certainly feels like ages – and he finds all his assertions that she is a nothing short of a goddess in human form reinforced tenfold. The red shirt and under bust corset conspire to give her cleavage, and the more properly fitted breeches emphasize hips that, though perhaps still small, he cannot recall her previously having at all. Her hair has been brushed and pulled into a neat braid that falls over her shoulder, and it looks like she has attempted to wash a bit. She is a vision, and the thoughts that enter his mind, unbidden, at the sight of her are so perfectly naughty that he is glad she cannot read them. If she could, she would surely slap him for being an awful scoundrel, never mind the fact that it's all her fault if he is one. How could one girl – no, one woman, for surly those aren't the curves of a girl – manage to be such perfection, even with half one leg missing? Or perhaps that doesn't take away from it. The combination of very feminine beauty put together with the sword at her hip and the kind of injury normally obtained by rough, hard working men is somehow enticing. She is a feisty little mess of contradictions, and he would not have her any other way.

He's staring. He curses himself, tearing his eyes away and upwards – only to note that her smirk is no less naughty and mischievous than his thoughts are. Oh. Oh, she isn't, is she? Trying to play with him and using his own gift to do it? That's downright cruel, that is. A pure evil goddess she is, then, but a goddess none the less.

Emily clears her throat. "Well? Shall we?"

"What?" He asks stupidly, and curses himself again. "Oh, erm, right, yes! Off – off we go love." He steps out of her way. What is it about Emily that makes his silver tongue – that wonderful trait his father had passed straight down to him – turn to lead around her?

Her smirk turns into a full and unabashed evil grin as she makes her way past him, calling over her shoulder. "Jo, would you like to come along?"

The older woman slips out of the room and glances at Alex. Something on his face must give away what he's still thinking, actually trying very hard to stop thinking, because a smirk not unlike Emily's pulls at her lips as well. "Suppose it would be nice to get off the ship for a spell. I think I shall." She replies to Emily airily.

"I've already given the rest of the crew leave, as I'm not actually sure how long we'll be here." Emily continues the conversation with her new mate as though Alex isn't there. "Alex and I are off to see his grandfather straight away, apparently, but you can go off to find your own trouble if you'd like, Alex tells me Shipwreck Cove is quite the interesting place to explore." They go on in the same vein, chatting pleasantly as though nothing is too out of the ordinary. Alex doesn't realize he's not moved until Emily is already all the way down the hallway and preparing to go above decks. She turns to him, eye brows raised, that infernal smirk still set firmly on her pretty, kissable little lips. "Coming, love?" She lightly imitates him, and he has no doubt now.

She knows exactly what she's doing to him. He meets her amused brown eyes and glares at her playfully. Pirate.

She only smiles before slowly disappearing up the short flight of stairs leading above deck. Still trying to stop all the wicked thoughts she has running through his head and hoping desperately he's not blushing or something stupid like that, he follows.

Emily, for her part, finds the old captain and Keeper of the Code to be rather… agreeable, if indeed a bit intimidating. He shakes her free hand, is quick to offer her a seat but doesn't treat her as though she's made of glass, and doesn't beat around the bush about her leg, which she finds refreshing. Everyone else up to this point, including and especially Alex, has been quick to pretend they don't notice the way that feisty little Emily has been reduced to hobbling around with a crutch, and only barely managing that.

"My grandson was a bit vague on the details concerning your illness, had me expecting something a might different. You look well, considering."

"I am, sir. I can't figure how I've managed to regain strength so quick. I've thought it best just to be thankful and move on." She isn't actually in the habit of mentioning her goddess to everyone she comes across. She can never quite be sure how they'll react, and so finds it best to pretend she is simply lucky in most cases.

A smile seems to tug at his lips. Emily isn't sure what to make of that.

"A smart way to go about things. No use dwelling on what could be, aye? We can get you all squared away with a wooden replacement, sure enough. Won't be pretty, but it'll get the job done better than that." He nods at her crutch.

"I'm not much concerned with looks, sir, so long as I can manage with my sword again. Thank you."

"Anything for a friend of my grandson's. The boy spoke highly enough of you that I figured I'd have to meet you myself." Emily isn't quite sure what to make of this, either. He seems to be implying, well, something, but she has no idea what. He goes on before she has time to work it out. "I haven't had the chance to talk with Miss Ana again, but I have no doubt she'll come with quite a story to tell if what Alex told me is true."

Emily forces herself not to appear sheepish. She is young and female and currently quite the cripple; all she has going for her now is attitude. She must at the very least, she figures, appear confident. "It is indeed quite a story, and all hers to tell, but I don't think she'll be painting me as the villain. If that is what you were thinking, sir."

"Villain? That term is rather relative, Miss Turner, we're none of us innocent here. However, I would hope that you and Miss Ana did come to an understanding. She is an enemy you would not want."

"I don't doubt it." And somehow, she really doesn't.

…

The letter she writes to her brother is short, as there are many things that she wants to explain in person now that she knows she'll be able to, but affectionate. She does her best to make it very clear she is coming for him. As long as she can make him believe that, all will be well. She remembers all too well the feelings that accompany being abandoned – the hurt and the loneliness and the wondering. Joshy has already lost his mother. She doesn't want him to feel, even for a moment, that he is completely alone on top of it.

She and Joshy are all that's left of their family now. Even as broken as that family had been, the thought is every bit as frightening to her as she's sure it is for him. Thankfully, she at least is not left with too much time to dwell on it.

…

It's strange, learning to walk with a leg she can't feel. The whole thing is so frustrating she often wants to scream, at least at first. She keeps in mind what Ana said about Barbossa, and that spurs her along considerably. Alex comes around a bit, which also helps – he is infinitely patient with her, even when she insists he help her practice with her sword.

Practicing with him proves to actually be rather fun. She's not sure who actually taught him to use a sword, although she supposes it was probably his father, but whoever it was taught him just as well as her papa had taught her. They dance across the deck of the Sea's Queen, the perfect place for some privacy as her crew are staying ashore. Alex wins more often in the beginning than is to Emily's liking as she tries to get all her strength back up.

That changes quickly, though. Emily is persistent enough that she finds herself more and more able to keep up just as well as before. Until, one day…

"Hah!" She has him backed up to the railing, her sword at his throat. They are both soaked with sweat, chests heaving, and not too long ago Emily would have worried over it all, over how un-ladylike it was of her. But Adrienne is long gone now, and Alex has been teasing and flirting with her in a way that has given her some confidence. Perhaps, just maybe, he really does think her beautiful somehow, even now. "I do believe you've just been thoroughly beaten, Alex Sparrow."

"Have I, now?" He grins, that grin, the one that makes her heart skip a beat and sends a strange sensation working its way down through her body. Before she can process the fact that that particular grin is also his trouble grin, he grabs her wrist and twists – not hard, just enough to surprise her and make her drop her sword – and then pulls her forward, wrapping an arm around her waist. "I'll have ye know t'is never that easy with me."

She hits his chest playfully and tries not to smile. "Well, if you were anyone but you I would've won, easy."

"Oh?" He plays along. "And why is that, pray tell, love?"

She allows the smile to tug her lips up into a bit of a smirk as she leans in closer to him. "Because." She glances down at his lips. "Because I happen to like you enough to spare you your pride."

"Emily Turner." He feigns indignation. "I do believe you're implyin that ye let me win."

Her smiling eyes meet his. "And what shall you do about it if I did?" She challenges.

He doesn't say anything, but he does close the short distance between them, as though that somehow answers her question. Emily isn't complaining. His lips cover her own and he instantly deepens the kiss, bringing a hand up to rest on her neck. She has no idea how long they stand there like that, all but devouring each other's lips in a kiss that fast turns anything but innocent. She only knows that by the time they pull apart, they are thoroughly breathless again.

"Alex." She murmurs, resting her forehead against his. "Alex, is it possible I can have one of those a little more often?"

He presses his lips to hers again in a response that is entirely appropriate this time. "Whenever ye like, love." He concedes, and she kisses him this time, smiling against his lips, and everything is just so wonderful in that moment, so utterly perfect… that she supposes she should've known it wouldn't last. Because then he whispers something, so soft she barely hears it, but she knows somehow that she didn't hear him wrong. "My love. I love ye."

I love you.

And with those words, he manages to do the one thing that not anyone or anything else has yet managed to really do. With those three little words, Alex Sparrow brings her world as she knows it crashing down.

And you'll just have to wait to find out exactly why. I promise all the drama will be fairly over with by the end of the next chapter and then I'll give you a little more action again. I'm planning to have another glimpse of Elizabeth in that one too, so stay with me.

I did a little bit of research out of curiosity. So, just in case anyone else is curious too: according to the website I went on the first three PotC movies took place somewhere in the vicinity of the 1720's to the 1750's. So, for the sake of keeping it simple, I'm saying 1720-1721 is when the first three movies take place, which puts current time with Emily and Alex some time during the year 1738. I'm not sure whether this will end up having too much bearing on the story, but I thought it was interesting none the less, so there you go. :)

Oh, and I have no idea if the outfit I describe for Emily is something that would've actually been worn by a woman then, but then again this story alone has a goddess and an immortal fish woman running around and On Stranger Tideshad Angelica in her pretty little get up, so I'll just say 'this is fantasy people' and leave it at that.