Being where Sarah and Isabella’s idyllic lunch with Godalming reaches an unpleasant conclusion as they return to the bookstore in time to see a little bit o’ vandalism … Miranda’s ruse as youthful pirate is unsuccessful under Carver’s intent glare … though civil, Kat and Abberline come to cross purposes discussing their marriage … in her usual tactful (NOT), subtle (NOT) manner, Portsmith warns Sarah about the potential danger in promoting Godalming’s controversial book … Crane takes Ava home to show her a few etchings – er, I mean, to show her his laboratory … Malachi, Boadicea, Perhan and Thibaud plan a little lesson in manners for Captain Ferran … Portsmith stirs up the trouble between Don and Ava … and Manouche and Blake, en route to Fiji, encounter a familiar face, learning once again that everything’s relative.

At Chez Roux:

Godalming:  That's a good course of action, Miss Sarah, but sometimes books turn out to be dangerous and even fatal.  How have you been doing with your bookstore?  I hope you have enough customers in this little place.  And what kind of literature do you read yourself?  *turns to Isabella*  I think I already got an impression of your tastes, young lady.  *shakes his head.  Isabella smiles disarmingly*

Sarah *laughs at her; to Godalming*  I mostly read novels and the occasional historical texts, but mostly novels.  I like the classics like "Little Women" by Louisa May Alcott, I like Jane Austen.  But I also like some contemporary writers such as John Connolly.

Isabella:  I like John Connolly too, he's great.

Godalming:  I have to say that I barely find time to read any fiction nowadays.  Only books concerning my research.  I know that I am missing a lot.  *smiles at the Little Women*  Maybe I could take and read that book, it sounds charming.  Maybe I have missed too much of ordinary life during all these years.  If you need any assistance at your bookshop just call me.  I liked your place, Miss Sarah.  Would it be possible if I could hang the poster in the window today?

Sarah *smiles*  It is a great story, I think.  I'll keep your offer in mind and of course you are welcome to come by the store again at any time.  *Checks her wrist-watch*  Actually, I really should be getting back, I could take the poster with me and hang it up now?  *Turns to Isabella*  Are you going with me?

Isabella:  Sure, I never got a chance to see the place properly.

Godalming *rises up*  It was a pleasure to meet you both, and I am very thankful for the advertising, Miss Sarah.

Sarah *rises, shakes hands with Godalming*  It’s no trouble at all.

Isabella *rises as well and shakes hands with Godalming*  It was a pleasure meeting you too, Mr. Godalming.  *They pay their bill and leave Chez Roux, headed for the bookstore.*

At the port:

Miranda *waves goodbye to the nice doctor and disappears in the house, and without stopping she runs out through the back door out again, peeks around the corner just in time to see him walking away, and she feels pity for the man who has lost someone precious to him, though she doesn't quite understand why she would be the one, she's Miranda, not Jesse.*  I promise, I will come to see you when I get back.  *she whispers and she runs as fast as she can to the port.  The other of the two ships at bay has sailed away.  She breaks into a smile and runs up the gangway, stops in front of the first pirate she sees*  It's cabin boy Winter, can you tell Sayles that I am back!

Heath *looks at her askance*  Ain’t no one by that name on this ship, lad.  However, if yer wantin’ t’ join the crew, I’m sure th’ Cap’n would welcome ye.  As it turns out, we’re a bit light, an’ I ‘appen t’ know he’s wantin’ t’ shove off right soon.  Shall I take ye to ‘im?  *looks at her sharply, eyes narrowed*  Ye look a bit green t’ me, if ye don’t mind me sayin’.  Ye ‘ad any experience at sea?

Miranda *looks at him puzzled, the she takes a look at the ship and notes some small differences - she is on some other ship and Manouche has already sailed away ... *  Where's this ship sailing to?  I need to get to Fiji.  I don't have much experience but I am quick to learn.  Take me to the captain.

Heath:  Don’t know that we’re goin’ so far as Fiji, mate … rumor has it our first stop’ll be Tortuga.  C’mon, I’ll take ye to th’ cap’n.  *motions for her to follow him, they make their way through the ship to the captain’s cabin, the door ajar.  Heath knocks, pushes it open*  Cap’n?  There’s someone ‘ere to see ye …

Carver *annoyed*  BLAST!  I knew it … it’s Kat, innit?  She’s come fer th’ Apparition.  Well, we’ll jus’ see about—  *his words are cut off as he turns toward them, sees Miranda; looks at her suspiciously*  An’ what might ye want, lad?

Heath:  He says he wants t’ sign on as cabin boy.  I’ll leave th’ pair o’ ye, then.  *and he leaves them in the cabin*

Carver *stares at Miranda*  Well, state yer business, son, an’ tell me a bit about yerself.  *sits down, waits for her to speak*

Miranda:  I am cabin boy Winter and … *she stares at Carver, eyes wide, mouth open with horror when she recognizes him, she does not calm down to think; quite instinctively she lets out a squeal and bolts out of the cabin*

Carver *scowls, then yells*  Heath!!  *Heath quickly slips into the cabin, looks at him*  Heath, what th’ blazes were that all about? 

Heath *shrugs*  Reckon he weren’t cut out fer th’ job, Cap’n.

Carver *irritably*  Best we find out sooner’n later.  Right, prepare t’ shove off.  I know th’ lovely Mrs. Abberline seems to ‘ave lost all interest in ‘er ship, but that could be a temporary condition.  Let’s not leave too much t’ chance, savvy?

Heath:  Aye-aye, sir.  I’ll hurry everyone along quick-like.  *turns, leaves the cabin*

Carver *watches him go, then steps over to the window, looks out at the sea, thinks to himself*  Ye didn’t fool me, Miranda.  It’s to yer good fortune that yer instincts took ye away from ‘ere.  I’ll deal with ye another time, lass … I ‘ave other fish t’ fry at th’ moment …

At the hospital:

Abberline:  I will take you home Kat, I don't think there is anything at the hospital that we need.  I am sure that you will heal better at home, with Chiana and Raven and me.  *he doesn't dare to mention the lost baby, even though he would like to share the grief with her, but he is not sure how she would react.  There must be a reason why she didn't tell him that she was expecting*  You should have told me, Kat, you have to learn to trust me.

Kat *Dully*  Thought there was time ... plenty of time.  *Voice trailing off*

Abberline:  You didn't want to share it with me because you didn't trust me.  I admit that there have been many times when I didn't trust you, but it was our baby, I could have shared the joy of expecting with you.  And now there is only the grief to share, but we will get through it, I know.  Just let me take you home.

A nurse *opening the door and hearing the last words of Abberline*  Mr. Abberline, that is absolutely out of question.  Her condition demands that she stays here under surveillance.

Abberline *releasing Kat, turning to the nurse*  And just what have you been done for her?  Watching over her and shrugging your shoulders?

Nurse:  You would not want to endanger the life of your wife, Mr. Abberline?

Abberline:  I would do that by letting remain here.  *Kat stares out the window not really listening to the interchange.  Nurse leaves, Abberline turns to Kat*  Kat?  Don't you want to go home?

Kat *Distractedly*  What?  Oh, home.  Yes of course, home.  *Smiles half-heartedly*

Abberline *looks at her puzzled*  Shall I find Chiana?  And Raven will be thrilled to see that you have finally woken up and are all right.  *his voice turns unsure as he says the last words and looks at her*

Kat:  No, not yet.  I think I'd rather have some time alone.  You know, just to think and settle my mind.  Maybe later ... yes later would be better.  You understand don't you?

Abberline *who doesn't understand a thing*  If you want it - I just thought that she could help you feel better.  Do you want me to go too?

Kat *Grabs his arm tightly*  No!  *Winces and then loosens her grip*  I mean it's fine if you want to stay but if you have things to do I understand.  You're a busy man.  I'll just rest for a while.

Abberline:  Yes and no?  Then I will stay here and tell Candy to take Chiana home.  And I will be here till you are ready to go home.  *he begins to look very concerned*  I know that everything is not fine with you, but I wish you would share it with me.  What can I do for you?  Do you need anything?

Kat *Uncertainly*  She's gone.  I can't feel her.  I need her.  She's a part of me.  I don't know what to do.  I don't understand.  I can't survive without her.  What am I going to do?

Abberline:  Who are you talking about?  *frowns, thinks hard for a while*  Who?  Kidd?  No, Kat, if she is gone everything will be better.  You don't need her anymore, you are not alone anymore ... She is just there to - to try to take over your life and separate us.  She said to me that you needed time to think but not about what.  What was it you needed time for all of a sudden?  What was it that made her appear?  I need to know.

Kat:  You hate her but she's a part of me!  Don't you understand?  Your hating her means you hate an aspect of me.  He was right.  *Sobbing*  It was Chiana all along.  You can't only love part of a person.  It has to be all or nothing.  Now she's deserted me and I'm nothing.  I've failed you, Raven, Chiana and ... the other.  I'm lost!  *Bursting into tears*

Abberline:  Yes, I hate her, I can't deny that, and I do understand very well.  She hates me, and it means that a part of you hates me, doesn't it?  *he sits down on the bedside and takes again her hand*  I don't feel that Kidd is a part of you, I don't need her nor care for her.  And I am happy if she is gone and you are finally only you, that is what I have been hoping for.  You don't need her for anything.  She is nothing.  Please don't cry, you have not failed us at all - but *looks at her with intense eyes*  Who is the one you are referring to?  Who was right?  Right about what?

Kat:  You're wrong.  At times she felt sorry for you other times she disapproved of you.  She thought we were ill suited and feared for the worst.  You're wrong she is a part of me, my strength.  Without her I can never be whole.  Is that what you want?  An illusion of a wife.  Never questioning, never having an opinion beyond your own.  He said you married me for Chiana and you did.  You know it's true.  Also … *Pauses* … that your heart belonged to another and everyone knew it.  *Tearfully*  It's true isn't it?

Abberline *gets up, goes to the window and stares out of it*  No, that is not what I want, but I don't think it is like that at all.  You don't need Kidd.  Without her, you can be yourself.  And … *he pauses, still staring out, stopping for a while* … would you please finally tell me who this mysterious 'he' is who believes he knows so much about me?  Or let me guess.  It is Constable Crane playing his little games again.  He is as bad as Kidd, wanting you to desert me.  It's he, isn't it?  *he lights a cigarette, still not looking at her*  I won't lie to you.  It is true.  I married you for Chiana.  But .. much has changed after that.  As for the other one ... *he lights a new cigarette*  I married you.  Is that not enough for you?

Kat *Turns away from him, facing the wall; in a low voice*  I'm tired.  I want to rest now.

Abberline:  As you wish.  *he leaves the room*

Sergeant Godley *eating cinnamon rolls and croissants with tea in the waiting room.  There is a big slice of a cherry pie on the chair beside him and the floor around him is littered in crumbles*  So, is she better, Inspector?  Sit down and take a roll, there's plenty of them.

Abberline *declines the offer*  She woke up.  She's tired and she needs rest.  And I am tired.  I am going home for a while.  Where is Raven?

Godley:  I asked him to fetch me more coffee.  He'll be right back.

Abberline *nods*  Tell him that she woke up.  If you don't mind, would you keep an eye on her still for a time?

Godley:  Of course I will.

Abberline:  Good.

At Chez Roux:

Ichy *listens to Ava very gravely*  Yes, I am sure that children can sense if something is not right between the parents at home.  But why did he do that show on the rooftop then?  Who was it for if nor for you?  *frowns slightly, thinking of himself after his mother's death*  When children stop laughing something is very seriously wrong.  *he pats her hand on the table with his*

Ava: Maybe it was for me maybe it was not *shrugs her shoulders* Ichy I do not understand, you know what he called me this morning he called me Dee Dee, he shouted it. I cannot forgive him not now, not ever. Because deep down inside I know he's think about her.  I need a stiff drink, would you like another?

Ichy:  Of course, I completely do understand that you need a drink.  I think I should go and teach him some manners and I do think that you should not ignore such an insult.  *and he takes her hand in his*  I wish there was something I could do to make you feel better

Ava: *Looking up at Ichy she puts her other hand on his* you being here is making me feel better Ichy *smiles* I wish men were like you Ichy you are so caring and kind. * she takes the rum and downs it, in one go. Ava is a little shocked she never drinks rum never mind in one go* Im sorry for that Ichy it wasn't very ladylike was it?

At Sarah’s Books:

A figure in cape *walks past a bookshop, then she glances at the shop window and freezes seeing the poster with Godalming's book, she stops, obviously to read the words, and for a while, she is completely still, then she picks up a stone and hurls it through the window and flees before anyone has time to react*

Sarah *looks stunned at the shattered store window for a moment, before cautiously approaching it to look out on the street.*

Isabella *runs outside to see who it was, but she only catches a glimpse of a woman wearing a cape fleeing the scene; goes back inside mumbling to herself*  Son of a … *looks at Sarah*  Are you OK?

Sarah *still a little stunned*  Yeah, I’m OK … thank God no one was behind the counter.  *Beth, the puppy, curiously approaches the shattered glass; Sarah quickly grabs her by his collar pulling her away*  No, Beth, get away from there.  *To Isabella*  I better walk her up to the apartment till we get this cleaned up.

Isabella *nods*  Yeah, I’ll start getting this mess cleaned up … and we should get the window boarded up pretty quickly too; I don’t think anyone will want to buy books covered in snow.

Sarah *sighs*  I’ll be right back.  *Takes Beth upstairs.  *Isabella goes into the backroom and finds a stack of newspapers to pack in the large pieces of glass, a bucket, and a bucket*

Barrie *sees the broken window as he approaches the store; cautiously opens the door and peeks in; with concern in voice*  Sarah?

Isabella *returns from the backroom; smiles*  Hello, Sarah is just upstairs.  I’m Isabella, her sister.

Barrie *glances shortly at Isabella and returns his gaze to the broken window*  Nice to meet you, I’m James Barrie, Sarah’s boyfriend.  What happened here?

Isabella *begins cleaning up*  Some idiot decided to throw a stone through the window.

Barrie *frowns*  Why?

Isabella *picks up Godalming’s poster and hands it to Barrie*  Just a guess …

Barrie *quickly scans the text on the poster*  Oh …

Sarah *returns down the stairs carrying “The Yellow Depp-pages”, smiles a small smile to Barrie*  Hi James, hope you are having a better day than me.

Barrie *lays the poster on the counter and walks over to her, puts his arms around her and gives her a kiss on the cheek; sympathetically*  Sorry, honey.  What can I do to help?

Sarah *feels comforted by the hug; smiles*  Thanks.  *Looks at the mess that Isabella is trying to clean up*  If you could help Isabella clean up, while I call the insurance company and someone to board up the window?

Barrie *nods*  Of course.  *Points to the poster*  And maybe you should call this Godalming fellow and tell him that you won’t be promoting his book.

Sarah *shakes her head*  No.  *Determinedly*  No one is going to tell me which books I can or cannot sell.

Barrie *with concern*  I just don’t want you to get hurt.  I understand what you’re saying and it is admirable, but it’s not worth it if you get yourself hurt.

Sarah *firmly*  I’ve made up my mind.  *Annoyed*  Besides, it’s just a broken window, no need to overreact.

Barrie *sighs*  This is really not a good time to be stubborn, and people who are capable of breaking a store window for what they believe in, are most likely willing to do a lot more.

Sarah *glares at him*  I am NOT being stubborn!  But I can’t believe in something and not live by it.

Barrie *gazes at her intently*  I understand that.  *Takes her hand and gently kisses it*  But I am worried about you; you could have gotten hurt already.

Sarah:  But I didn’t.  *Draws back her hand*  Now let’s just get this cleaned up and repaired so we can all move on.  *Begins leafing through the phone book*

Isabella *having listened to their discussion; quietly*  He’s right, though.

Sarah *glares at her*  Not you too!

Isabella *puts the broom down*  Breaking that window was in all likelihood just the first warning.  Ignoring it is not a good idea.  What if the next warning is burning down the place?

Sarah *angrily*  I can’t believe you!  You, who never think of the consequences of your actions, are lecturing me to be careful?!  

Isabella *rolls her eyes*  You don’t have to be stupid just because I on occasion don’t think before acting.

Sarah *grabs her cell phone and throws herself on one of the chairs in the reading area*  I’ve made up my mind about this, so just stop.  *Casts a glance at Barrie*  Both of you!

Isabella *quietly*  Yes ma’am!  *Picks up the broom again and continues trying to sweep up as much glass as possible.  Barrie goes over to help Isabella; they exchange a worried look*

Portsmith *kicks the door of the bookshop and enters, walks straight to Sarah, who is still holding the phone*  Miss Moon - a few select words with you, if you please.  I recall I warned you that everything you do will be closely watched.  Now, I want to know what this rubbish about a book launch is about?  *she walks to the counter heels clicking, takes the poster and gives it a contemptuous look, then she rips it in half.*  There, that's better.  It seems that you got what you have been fishing for.  This book is just complete nonsense and Mr. Godalming is just a miserable tale spinner.  Will you report the assault?  *notices Barrie for the first time, discards him as a wimp*  Now, did you see something?

Barrie *Walks over to Portsmith; shakes her hand and looks at her sternly; coldly*  Hello Portsmith.  You are going to have to wait a moment, as you can see, we’re rather busy just now.

Sarah *glares at Portsmith, then finishes her phone call*  Thank you, Zach.  *To Barrie and Isabella*  Zach is on his way over to board up the window, he’ll put in a new one tomorrow.  *Turns to Portsmith*  Good-day to you too, Commander Portsmith.  *Points to Barrie and Isabella*  Meet Mr. James Barrie and Isabella Martin.

Isabella *looks up and down Portsmith giving her a disapproving look; dryly*  Nice uniform.  *Sends her a fake smile*  Amazing how quickly you arrived here …

Sarah *Tiredly*  To answer your questions, yes, I will be reporting the assault for insurance purposes and no, I didn’t see anything other than that stone shattering my window.  As far as Mr. Godalming is concerned, I find him a very nice and intelligent gentleman.  I can’t say whether his book is a fairy-tale or fact and it isn’t up to me to decide; those who choose to read the book should make up their own minds about that.

Isabella:  I saw a woman wearing a cape running away, I didn’t see her face.

Portsmith *looks up and down Isabella and Barrie*  Hello.  *she turns her back to Barrie and talks to Isabella*  The Security Office acts fast in fighting crime.  That is why we are so successful.  *to Sarah*  Maybe you should read his book first to get a better insight into things.  Mr. Godalming likes to besmirch the Order because he himself belongs to a competing organization, but I am sure that he left it out ... So, that is not much to go by - a woman in a cape.  Do you have any enemies here?  But I am sure that the attack was directed against Mr. Godalming and his fairy-tale.

Isabella *acts surprised*  Really?  I thought it was because of those so-called secret cameras I keep hearing about.  Silly me.

Sarah *Shoots Isabella a look; to Portsmith*  No, I don’t have any enemies.  But as far as I’m concerned, no matter what anyone, including The Order, thinks of Mr. Godalming’s book, it doesn’t excuse breaking my window.

Barrie *Walks around Portsmith not letting himself be ignored*  Mr. Godalming is free to express his opinion about The Order, just as Sarah is free to sell his book.

Isabella:  Yes, it’s called freedom of speech.  Ever heard of it?

Portsmith *coldly*  There are no secret cameras as you put it.  Only cameras used for the security of us all.  But don't worry, not all of us can be gifted.  *to Sarah*  You obviously don't know much of the Order.  They can break much more than a cheap window or a small bookstore.  Freedom of speech is a dangerous thing and should only used by the ones who can understand the consequences well enough.  *snaps closed her notebook*  Maybe this woman in a cape was just practicing her right to freedom of speech.  Mr. Barrie, freedom of speech is misused most by scribblers like you, degrading all the purposes it was created for.  And if you want to exert your rights I suggest you calm down and start to behave or I'll have you arrested for resisting a Security Officer of the highest rank.  Not a minor offense.  *then she turns to Sarah*  I will let you know when I find that hooded lady unless she is just a figment of imagination, or, your sister is using the freedom of speech to say what she wants - lying.  Maybe it was this clumsy gent of yours who stumbled through your window.  *she takes the poster halves and rips them to smaller pieces and throws them on the floor*  Good day to you.  *and then she is gone*

At Crane’s house:

Ichy *opens the door to his house and lets Ava in*  This is the Archer's, my humble abode.  *Meticulously he shuts the door and locks it, then he takes her coat and hangs it on a coat hanger and straightens the folds.*  Please take a seat, Ava.  I hope there is no dust on the sofa.  I cleaned it yesterday.  *Everything is very neat, the furniture is what you could call functionalism, everything is in perfect order and gleaming*  Or would you rather see my lab at once?  It is in the basement.  *and he goes to the kitchen and unlocks a door leading down to the basement, turning on the light*

Ava *smiles* there is no dust Ichy its spotless its perfect *Ava looks around the room* Ichy its beautiful, *spinning around*what a beautiful home you have. What ever is best for you Ichy *smiling to herself she takes a seat and waits for his return*

Ichy *stops and looks around in his lab, he moves aside some bottles and checks that everything is in order and that his strange looking equipment is neatly ordered on a side table.  He straightens the books on the shelves, and then he spots on his desk an object: The shovel shaped pendant that Kat hurled back at him.  He takes it in his hand an looks long at it.  It has been waiting on his desk since he changed the broken silver chain to a new one.  He puts it back thinking about Kat with a heavy heart, and how he asked him, and she gave him some hope ... If only she would finally believe what he told her about the Inspector ... If only he could talk to her in private ... Then he snaps to reality and remembers his guest, he climbs up the stairs and calls to her*  Ava, would you come down and see the lab?  I have some projects going that relate somewhat to the research that you have done with herbs.

Ava: *jumps ups and hurries down the stairs she gasps in awe at his laboratory* wow Ichabod its beautiful. *she walks carefully to Ichabod so she does not knock any thing over* Herbs you say Ichabod one of my subjects *nervously laughs looking at Ichy* Ichy are you ok I hope im not bothering you if I am I can leave *smiles*

Ichy:  No, no, you are not bothering me at all, please don't leave!  I am just a bit - nervous, because I rarely get any visitors ...  *embarrassed, he turns to the lab table and picks up a bottle*  This is what I have been trying to do - a spider repellant.  But it lacks some ingredients and unfortunately it does not work.  *he shudders, thinking of all those horrible creatures lurching in the shadows*  I found here a reference *and he takes an open book* that some herbs might actually drive them away, but I have not found out which ones they could be.  Maybe - or is it too bold to ask - maybe we could work together?

Ava: Oh good then you need not be nervous, if I must say Ichy I am too nervous you see.  *showing a nervous smile; pulls a face at the thought of spiders* yuck spiders I hate them with their eight furry legs yuck Oh moths too yuck. *smiling* No it is not bold at all Ichy I would love to work with you, you are of course a great inventor. 

At Sarah’s Books:

Isabella *her resentment towards Portsmith clear in her voice*  How on earth did that woman get a job as head of security? She’s completely insane!  I mean, really.  I’ve heard of people being on a power-trip, but that woman gives the word a whole new meaning!

Barrie *worriedly*  I won’t argue her insanity, but you probably shouldn’t provoke her any further than you already have.  Do not take her threats lightly, Miss Martin.  You could very well end up in prison or in her infamous dungeon.

Isabella *sighs*  I guess you’re right.  Mr. Godalming did mention spending considerable time there as an involuntary houseguest.  *Smiles*  And it’s Isabella, I’m practically your sister-in-law.

Barrie *returns the smile*  Isabella it is then.  *Turns serious as he approaches Sarah who’s sitting in the reading area; her expression tired and worried; Barrie squats down in front of her, takes her hand*  Are you alright, Sarah?

Sarah *fighting to be brave and not cry*  I don’t quite know what to do.  I didn’t come here for another battle, I came here for a fresh start.  I didn’t agree to do the book launch out of a desire to stir up trouble, I just thought the book sounded interesting and that it would be good for business.  *Smiles a small smile*  Foolish, wasn’t it?

Barrie *with a half smile*  Only a little.  *Gently strokes her cheek*  Everything’s going to be alright.  Just lay low for a while and I’m sure Portsmith will find someone else to harass.  *Kisses her on the cheek.  Sarah smiles and kisses him on the lips*

Isabella *smiles quietly as she observes the two; finishes cleaning up glass and what’s left of Godalming’s poster and clears away the broom, pocket and left-over newspapers.  Shortly after, Zach shows up with one of his co-workers and boards the broken window; they leave with a promise to put in a new window the next day*

In Fiji:

Malachi *enters Alifi's house to see Boadicea talking with Perhan, who rises when he sees him*  Ahh, the dreamer’s friend … Malachi … *comes over to him, shakes his hand*

Boadicea *eyes Malachi keenly*  And just where have you been all this time?  *before he can answer, she also stands up, walks over to him, snatches away the rolled-up paper; opens it, looks at the drawing*  I see.  Pleasure before business, eh Romeo?  *snickers*

Perhan *looks at the drawing over Boadicea’s shoulder*  Ahh, the girl from Bournemouth House …  *nods approvingly*

Malachi *snorts*  Sod off, both of you.  *passes them, grabs the picture back from Boadicea, rolls it up, sets it on a table.  Goes over to a bookcase near the fireplace, picks up the bottle of rum, pours a glass, drinks*

Boadicea *follows him back into the room*  While you’ve been out sightseeing, Perhan here has been filling me in on what’s happening back home, if you’re interested.  It turns out—

Malachi:  That you can go back home now.  *grins at her surprised expression*  Dreamer.

Boadicea:  Stupid of me to forget.  *she looks at him expectantly, he pours her a drink, hands her the glass*  It turns things around somewhat.  I no longer require your services, seeing as how Perhan is safe.  *she sits on the couch, he sits next to her; Perhan refills his glass, then takes the chair opposite them*

Malachi:  But what about the Karsts?  They’re off your back for now, but will that last?

Boadicea *shrugs*  Probably not.  Take things as they come, savvy?  *drinks*  However … because you were willing to be of service to me, I want you to know that I still plan on getting you home safely.

Malachi:  I appreciate that.  And just so you don’t think I’ve been wasting my time … *reaches into his coat, pulls out some papers*  I was doing more at that police station than having Miranda’s portrait drawn.  *sets the papers on the low table before them*  Lucky for me, Fiji’s finest are about as sharp as a pound o’ wet liver.  I was able to go through a few files in the time it took little puppy-boy office assistant to fetch the artist for me.  Found some very interesting information in there.  *waves toward the papers*

Boadicea *picks up a page or two, reads*  Unsolved robberies … murder mysteries … *raises eyebrows*  And more than one writeup on your Captain Ferran.

Malachi *smirks*  Yeah, how ‘bout that?

Boadicea:  So, what do you propose to do?

Malachi *drinks, looks at her, eyes hard*  I’m taking The Resquille right out from under him.

Perhan *chokes on his drink*  Are you crazy?

Malachi:  Probably.

Boadicea:  Have a care, Coyote, from what I’ve heard, he’s not a man to be messed with.

Malachi:  Oh, I won’t be messin’ about.  I’ll be dead serious.  I don’t appreciate someone knockin’ me around, especially at an unfair advantage.  I’m going to see to it that he and that ensign of his pay for their little indiscretion.  *lights a cigarette, looks at both of them*  You two don’t have to worry, I wouldn’t expect you to get involved in this.  It’s highly personal, which makes it foolhardy.  But there are times we need to set things right, savvy?  I have to do this before I can return home.

Thibaud *from the doorway*  Count me in.

Malachi *jumps, startled at the sound of his voice*  Blast!  *turns, looks at him*  How do you do that?  *Thibaud looks at him mildly, says nothing; crosses the room, pours himself a drink*

Perhan *to Thibaud*  You have a score to settle with this bloke?

Thibaud *brings his drink and the bottle to the table, takes the chair next to Perhan*  Captain Ferran makes things more difficult for all of us.  I don’t like the way he conducts himself.  Now that the danger has passed for you and Boadicea, I’ll be more than happy to assist Mr. Malachi in teaching him a lesson.  *drinks*

Boadicea *looks at Thibaud, surprised*  Well, then I believe I’ll have to stay on, just to see how this plays out.  *turns to Malachi*  Tell me, Coyote, what’s the name of this new office assistant at the police station?

Malachi:  His name …  *stares at her*  Why, Boadicea!  Didn’t know you were in the market for a toy boy.  *laughs*

Boadicea *sniffs*  Age doesn’t matter, it’s all in the attraction.  *she sits back, concentrates very hard, and before their startled eyes she shifts her appearance, from older Gypsy woman to a youthful, striking, curvaceous brunette.  They stare at her, even Thibaud raises his eyebrows; she laughs, her voice throaty and sexy*  In the eye of the beholder, savvy?

Perhan *swallows, gazing at her*  Boadicea!  I didn’t know you had it in you …

Boadicea *smiles seductively at him; then her face pales, she shimmers back to her original appearance.  She sighs, wipes her brow*  I never did have much of the shapeshifter ability in me.  And I lose more of that power with each passing year … not as young as I used to be.

Malachi *leans over, kisses her cheek*  He’s not good enough for you, babe.  You would’ve been bored with him in about fifteen minutes.

Boadicea *her face colors, she pushes him away irritably*  Enough, stop your fussing.  *turns to the paperwork spread in front of them*  Let’s start planning this little coup of yours, all right?  I don’t want to stay around here forever, I’d like to get back to the pigeons and easy pickin’s of From Hell Court while I’ve still got the energy to turn a good swindle.

Malachi *nods, grins at Thibaud and Perhan*  Very sensible, I agree.  Let’s do our homework, lady and gents.  *he pours another round for them all, and they start leafing through the files*

At the Security Office:

Portsmith *returns to her office and makes a note on J.M. Barrie and Isabella Martin in her blacklist, then she switches on her monitor and starts to browse the cameras - she stops it at the park where she notices a pair walking, there is something familiar in both of them:  Ichabod Crane and Ava.  Baffled, she starts to follow them, and with raised eyebrows she watches them both enter Ichy's house.  She hits a button and soon gets a copy of the clip she watched.  She pockets the microchip with a grin on her face, then she calls deMarco's house, and when Don answers she can hear the kids crying in the background*  Don?  Yes, it is me, Commander Portsmith.  May I talk to Ava please?

Don: *answers rolling his eyes* Sorry Ava's not in Portsmith, I have no idea where she is, im quite busy Lola's crying she's hungry *Don struggles with the phone and Lola, Lola gets even worse which starts Sam off* Im going to have to put you on speaker phone Portsmith.

Portsmith *with a wicked smile* So, she hasn't yet returned from her visit to Constable Crane? It was such a long time I saw them leaving Chez Roux and going to Crane's that I was sure she would be already home by now. Oh well. Take good care of the children, Don, and don't forget to feed them enough.

Don: *shouting* What, no you are making that up Ava would never do that Portsmith. *convincing himself* no never with him, I am a real man what's he got besides a fear of spiders.

Portsmith *indignantly*  I never make up anything, Don, that is just preposterous.  I saw them myself walk slowly through the park hand in hand.  There's no need to get upset over that, Don, and no need to shout.  Though a good mother should never leave her children for a moment while they are helpless babies, don't you agree, Don?  Tell me, did you have any disagreement?  *she switches on the surveillance camera outside Ichy's house and notes with satisfaction that Ava is still there*

Don: Hand in hand *his voices raises, he sits down as it hits him in the chest.* yes I agree Portsmith a good mother should not leave her child. *hating to admit to Portsmith* yes me and Ava have had a disagreement.

Portsmith *hiding a smirk, trying to sound concerned*  Really?  Well, and a good husband does not let his way stray like that.  Don't you agree, Don?  And the disagreement was about a certain case of infidelity, I suppose.  In that case, it was not a wonder that they found each other - they both are nursing a broken heart.  *suppresses a laugh*  You have to do something, Don.  I suggest that you bring the kids over to the castle for me to take care of them while you fetch your wife back.  At least that is what a real man would do, Don, and I have never seen you as a wimp.

Don: *holding back his anger* No he does not,  I am no wimp Portsmith she is mine nobody else's. Yes I shall I shall kill him for this. I'll be there in 10 minutes Portsmith. * he hurries around and packs every thing the twins need he grabs his sword and puts in the back of the car with the twins*

On The Libertine Trailer:

Blake *approaches Manouche as she’s sailing the ship, hands her a drink, smiles at her*  You wear it well, honey.

Manouche *returns his smile*  She sails like a bloody dream, an’ that’s a fact.  She’s as yar as ‘er namesake, per’aps a bit more.  Me ol’ ship could be a bit contrary at times.  *looks out at the water, her long, dark hair blowing in the wind*  Blimey, I’ve missed this … *laughs*  I almost feel guilty fer enjoyin’ meself, seein’ as how this ain’t exactly a pleasure trip, but … s’good t’ be at sea again.  *hands her glass to Blake, takes out compass, gazes at it*  We’re makin’ good time, too.  If ye look out starboard ... ye can jus’ see Fiji’s horizon.

Blake:  Any take on how Malachi’s farin’?

Manouche *thinks for a moment*  It would appear he’s sound fer now.  Hope so … almost seems too easy.  *she falls silent, looks thoughtful*

Blake:  What’s on your mind?

Manouche *sighs*  I’m feelin’ some uneasiness from Raven.  I weren’t keen on leavin’ so abruptly, with Kat in th’ hospital an’ all.  Wish I could’ve stayed a bit longer.  *she takes the glass from him again, drinks*

Blake *stands behind her, wraps his arms around her*  You did all you could … and we needed to get goin’, we’d already put it off as it was.  Kat’s surrounded by people to help her, including two children who are capable of amazing things … *grins* … and a hospital staff that’ll probably take quite a beating from her once she’s feeling more like her old self.  *kisses her cheek*

Manouche *laughs*  True enough … an’ them nurses do look a sight terrified whenever they see Kat an’ Fred comin’!

Blake:  They should be glad to have ‘em break up their dull routine at the hospital once in awhile.  *they laugh, then are interrupted as Briggs approaches them*

Briggs:  Cap’n, we’ve come upon somethin’ strange …

Manouche *raises eyebrows, sarcastic*  Somethin’ strange, in th’ surroundin’ waters o’ Fiji?  Pull th’ other one, mate.

Briggs:  It’s a dinghy, Cap’n … with jus’ one bloke in it, he’s wavin’ us down …

Manouche *looks at Blake, then at Briggs, frowning*  A dinghy … what’s th’ bloke look like, then, younger, older …

Briggs:  Looks t’ be fairly young.  Shall we bring ‘im aboard?

Manouche *pauses, then nods*  Aye, bring ‘im on, but keep an eye on ‘im, savvy?  *Briggs nods, turns, walks away.  Manouche looks at Blake*  Care t’ steer ‘er fer a time while I tend t’ this, love?

Blake *grinning*  I thought you’d never ask.  *they switch, Blake at the wheel*

Manouche *looks at him, nods approvingly*  Ye wear it pretty well yerself, Mr. Blake.  I’ve always thought ye look bloody ‘andsome sailin’.  I’ll make a pirate outta ye yet.  Ye might want t’ start decidin’ on a good pirate name fer yerself.  *sighs*  Reckon I’d best tear meself away, though, an’ meet our newcomer. 

Blake *grabs her before she can turn away, holds her by her waist, pulls her close*  Hurry back, wench … *and he kisses her*

Manouche *gasps, holds onto him*  By th’ powers, love, I do believe this salt air’s doin’ somethin’ fer yer constitution, as it were.  *breaks away from him reluctantly*  Right, business before pleasure.  Damn to th’ depths th’ blighter what come up with that sayin’.  *she sighs, turns away, in the direction following Briggs, soon comes up on Briggs and a few other men surrounding a man who looks familiar*  Welcome aboard, mate … *she leans in, looks at him curiously*  Ye look familiar … ‘ave I threatened ye before?

Man *looks at her sullenly*  Name’s Corso … Alphonse Corso.

Manouche:  Corso!  Blimey, no wonder ye look so familiar!  Ye ‘ave t’ be related t’ Dean Corso, unless I’m much mistaken …

Alphonse:  He’s my cousin.  On my mother’s side.  *he pushes his hair back, adjusts his glasses nervously*

Manouche *hides a grin*  S’ quite a resemblance.  When’s th’ last time ye seen yer cousin?

Alphonse *shrugs*  It’s been awhile.  I – I just recently decided that I’ve had enough of playing it safe.  For years I’ve worked as an accountant, and I’m tired of it, do you hear?  *sniffs*  My cousin is no better, mucking about with those dusty old books day in and day out.  My mother hated the idea of me going to sea, but Father told her it would be good for me, and he even outfitted me with a fine ship.

Manouche *looks at Briggs, who motions toward the small dinghy they pulled out of the water*  Oh, aye, that must’a put ‘im back a cheque or two … *the others standing around her laugh heartily*

Alphonse *snaps*  That’s not the ship!  My ship was stolen from me … *glares at her* … by pirates.

Manouche:  Apologies, luv.  I’m th’ first to admit that there are many pirates in general who can’t be trusted any farther’n ye can throw ‘em.  I see ye ‘ad to learn that lesson th’ hard way.  *pauses*  Well, then, what’s yer pleasure?  We’re headed t’ Fiji, at which time we ‘ave engagements of a most pressin’ nature.  But eventually we plan to return t’ Deppville, at which time yer more’n welcome t’ catch a ride, visit yer cousin.  It’ll hone yer seafarin’ skills, as well.  Do we ‘ave an accord?

Alphonse *sighs*  I suppose.  *he looks at her*  Did that Mr. Briggs say you’re Manouche?  Manouche Roussel?

Manouche:  CAPTAIN Manouche Roussel … Roussel Blake, that is.

Alphonse:  They mentioned your name.  The thieves that took my ship.

Manouche *eyes wide, maintains a casual tone*  Did they, now?  In what context, mate?

Alphonse *thinks, shakes his head*  I’m sorry … I just remember hearing your name mentioned.  I don’t know what they were talking about, and I didn’t pay much attention.  *defensively*  I was very upset!  They were stealing my ship!

Manouche *shakes head*  Right … well, ‘ere’s lesson number one fer ye.  ALWAYS pay attention, savvy?  Could mean th’ difference between life an’ death.

Alphonse:  Oh I intend to pay close attention to everything from now on, I assure you.  *glances around the ship*  Is there a café on this ship?  Or a snack bar?  I’d love a pina colada, and a nice salad …

Manouche *smothers a laugh*  No, mate, again, apologies.  Ahh … we ‘ave some rum on board, an’ we could per’aps scare up some brandy, if yer keen.

Alphonse *looks at her with a distasteful expression*  Oh … well, maybe I’ll hold off, then.

Manouche *grins*  Suit yerself.  *to Briggs*  Briggsy, take care o’ Mr. Corso ‘ere, savvy?  Show ‘im where he can bunk, an’ scare ‘im up somethin’ to eat, if ye can find anythin’ that might appeal.  *to Alphonse*  Welcome aboard, Mr. Corso.

Sayles *stands next to her, watches as they walk away*  Not sure he’s cut out for this ‘ere life, ay Cap’n?

Manouche:  Well, it’s to his credit that he had his ship stolen an’ didn’t give up then an’ there.  It remains t’ be seen whether that were a tough streak, or merely stubbornness.  It’s a thin line between clever an’ stupid, innit?  *looks out, scans the horizon*  Let’s keep a weather eye out fer that ship.  I’d like to ‘ave a look at th’ blokes what were bandyin’ me name about.  *Sayles nods, he and the rest of the crew disperse.  Manouche watches them for a few minutes, then leaves the deck to return to Blake*