Mal pushed open the saloon doors to Morgana's Fish and Chip shop. All eyes turned to her. "I'm ba~ack." She droned. Morgan straightened a little.

"Well, I'll be damned." They mused. "Idiot, party of one." Morgan gestured to an empty table in front of them. "Just here please." Mal approached the table, catching the chair Morgan had kicked to her. Mal turned the chair around to sit on it backwards.

"Place still stinks." Mal commented.

"I'm so sorry." Morgan started mockingly. "We only bring out the fine china for important people."

"Where is he?"

"That is not for me to say." Morgan said. "You'll have to speak to someone else for that."

"And who's that?" Mal asked.

"Well, that would be me." A voice greeted cheerfully. Mal looked up, and her eyes widened. Sophia carefully walked down the steps of the above apartment, her hand delicately poised on the flimsy railing. She was wearing tight, black leather pants and dark teal ankle boots. She was also wearing a puffy white pirate shirt and a dark teal bodice that covered her chest and laced up on the front. She also wore a pirate's hat encrusted with seashells that sat on top of her hair, which laid across her back in soft beach waves, with new teal highlights.

"Sophia…?" Mal trailed off.

"You're not that perceptive, Mally." Sophia stopped in front of Mal. "I was following right behind you and you didn't even sense my presence."

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, that I can't exactly tell you, plans are plans, and even I don't know what I'm doing, to be honest. Much like the ocean, I…go with the flow, and I have flowed here. Now." Sophia slid into the seat opposite Mal. "Time for a little deal."

"What kind of deal?" Mal asked wearily. Sophia put her left elbow on the table, wiggling her fingers.

"One round." Sophia offered. "If you win, Ben is free to go." Mal's eyes widened.

"You took Ben?"

"No, not me, my orders though. Come on." Sophia pouted. "Don't you want Ben back?" Mal reluctantly put her own left elbow on the table and went to take Sophia's hand. Sophia pulled her hand back a little. "You don't want to know what I get if I win?" Sophia blinked innocently.

"In your dreams." Mal held Sophia's hand tight.

"Your mother was dreaming when she thought her plan was sealed tight." Sophia mused. "And she didn't even have Precognitive Dreams to guide her. Tell me, how exactly did that work out?"

"On three."

"One."

"Two."

"Three." The two girls started to push each other's hands down, the customers around them watching closely. Morgan walked around the girls, eying the arm wrestling. "You know." Sophia started. "The whole princess act you put on, it was so easy to break." Mal's eyes flashed green. "A few whispered words here and there…you can hide your Vilinany under makeup and jewels but you'd still be a Villain."

"And you can slap a pirate hat on and you'd still be a spoiled brat." Mal snapped. She started to force Sophia's hand down, her eyes burning green. Mal glanced at Sophia's arm, a faint blue glow emitted from underneath her shirt, but Sophia didn't seem bothered.

"You know, if I win…" Sophia started. "You bring me Fairy Godmother's wand." Mal's eyes flickered, their glow disappearing. Sophia managed to easily overpower Mal's strength with her own, slamming the purple haired girl's arm into the table. The glow faded from Sophia's arm as she smirked, the onlookers cheering. "So." Sophia rested her elbows on the table and laced her fingers together, resting her chin on them. "If you want your precious Ben unharmed, bring me Fairy Godmother's wand by midday tomorrow on Morgan's ship. Any word to anyone, I won't hesitate to throw Ben to the sharks." Mal looked up at Sophia in fear as the white-haired girl stood. Sophia smirked, turned, and sashayed away.