A loud bang jerked Mirrah upright in her seat. Her eyes instantly went
for the door where the shadow at the crack had moved slightly.
"What the hell, you scared the crap out of me!"
"Get moving, Rico! We need you at the cannons!"
Mirrah
was standing now, but didn't chance moving closer to the door where
Rico may hear her. Her eyes were wide. Cannons? What were they planning
to do with cannons? Mirrah pursed her lips. Come to think of it, it was
getting pretty noisy upstairs. What was going on?
"Hold up a sec-- What about the girl?"
"The girl's tied to a chair, she's not going any where!"
The
shadow disappeared from the crack at the door where Mirrah now crossed
the room. She pressed her ear against the door, desperate to hear what
was going on. Voices were flooding in from above deck, maybe a door was
left open in their wake.
"Cap orders full sails! Ready the cannons!"
Mirrah
pushed the door open a crack, waited to see that Rico and his pirate
friend had moved out of view before poking her head out. The door was
open at the end of the hallway, the staircase blocking out everything
besides a flurry of footsteps rushing every which direction. It took her
a few seconds to draw a conclusion, a single word that made her breath
quicken.
Patrol.
She moved back into the room, shutting
the door. It had to be the coast patrol! Were they coming to get her?
MIrrah didn't completely fancy the idea of the water police coming to
rescue a bodyguard but she wasn't ready to start complaining. But
neither was she willing to just sit still. The pirates were definitely
planning something. And even though they left her unguarded and untied,
there wasn't exactly anywhere to run to on a ship. But that didn't
exactly mean she couldn't hinder their escape. What better way to pass
the time than to run amok?
Of course Mirrah stood out like a
sore thumb on a ship full of weathered pirates. There needed to be a
change of dress. Mirrah scanned the room and her eyes landed on a
dresser in the back. Hopefully no one would notice an extra pirate
roaming the ship. No need to pick out an entire outfit. She grabbed a
bandanna, hastily covered her hair and threw on the first coat she saw.
Mirrah gave a silent prayer at the door, hoping that the in their
adrenaline rush they wouldn't notice her moving around, before taking
hold of the door handle.