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cunning and
discretion came naturally.

    Eileen stood on the deck, near the railing. A
cool breeze blew through her hair. She felt relaxed, as if she were
truly home. The ocean was beautiful. As the sun set on the horizon,
it seemed to dip down into the ocean itself. Overhead, she saw the
clouds parting to give hints of the coming night sky and stars. The
waves crashed against the moving ship, the salty water caressing
her skin.
    Return it to the blade , a familiar
feminine voice whispered in her ear.
    The wind unexpectedly picked up speed and
dark clouds churned overhead. Close by stood a dark figure. Eileen
squinted, but could not make out his face. She steeled herself to
approach the man. The rain was ice cold, and she shivered. A flash
of lightning illuminated the ship; the accompanying clap of thunder
distracted her for a moment. The sails of the ship whipped
violently in the wind. Eileen glanced back. The figure was gone.
Hearing a shriek, she spun around, but could not find the source.
Fear overpowering her, she moved backwards as quickly as possible
until she ran into what she thought was the door to the captain's
quarters. With another lightning flash and crash of thunder, she
found herself face to face with a dark and sinister-looking
creature. He grabbed her with claw-like fingers, his silver eyes
sparkling with flashes of red. Throwing his head back, he crowed
and cackled.
    Eileen! The voice echoed in the wind,
shouting from every direction. Time to grow up, Eileen!
    Eileen's eyes flew open as she woke from her
nightmare. She was lying on her side in what looked like a dark and
damp jail cell. She stared at the inside of the black hull. She
concentrated on the sounds around her. Am I still dreaming? Hoping she was, she pinched herself to wake up. Nothing.
    A steady thud sounded from above. Someone in
heavy boots was on the deck over her head. The sound grew louder as
it came down the stairs and towards her location. She squeezed her
eyes shut. She was extremely cold, tired, and sore. What she really
wanted was to curl up in her bed in her apartment. I want to go
home .
    The sound of the boots stopped. There was a
deep clearing of a throat. Although the person who had arrived was
waiting or watching silently, Eileen could still hear his
breathing. Eventually, the clearing of the throat sounded
again.
    "Miss?" said a deep gruff male voice from
behind her. "Time ye get up." There was a jingling sound as a key
was used to unlock the door. It squeaked open, but the man did not
move.
    Realizing she was not going to wake up from
this dream any time soon, Eileen decided to make the best of her
situation. When she sat up, the room began to spin. Eileen felt
light-headed, and her eyes rolled back into her head. She felt an
arm keep her body from slumping back to the floor.
    "Oh, no ya don't!" the voice snapped. The
edge of a bottle was placed on her lips. Liquid flowed into her
mouth. She struggled to push it away, but the bottle remained
firmly in place. The drink had a horrible, almost moldy taste to it
and felt like fire. Her eyes flew open, and she sprayed out what
was still in her mouth. Then she coughed.
    Looking up, Eileen saw a striking man staring
down at her. His face quietly reflected a sense of maturity and
confidence. His eyes, a blue akin to the ocean, shone brightly. His
ragged beard and mustache partially hid the features of his mouth.
The man was impeccably dressed in a knee-length coat fitted with
gold buttons, a white long-sleeved shirt, blue vest, blue sash,
dark blue pants, and shin-high boots with folded brims. On his
head, he wore a large hat with blue feathers. His hand rested on
the hilt of a sword in its scabbard. Not believing her eyes, she
took another long look at this character.
    After a few seconds of waiting, he asked,
"You have a name, missy?"
    She nodded, quietly answering, "Eileen…Eileen
Davis. W-Where am I?"
    "In th' brig. Welcome aboard the Mistral
Thief , Miss Davis."
    She stared at