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.