It wasn’t fair! She had done nothing wrong! Well, Beckett was an ass anyway. Those were the thoughts running through Marguerite’s mind as she was dragged down to the prison of Port Royal. Honestly, couldn’t a girl dance around a tavern to earn a few extra coins now and then?! Well, not here obviously. She had only been in this city a week and she was arrested for no good reason!! Well, hopefully she would get out soon.

The guard entered the prison with her and unlocked the cell. She saw there was already a woman in the cell, she was wearing…a wedding gown? What type of person gets arrested on their wedding day?! Marguerite was thrown in the cell and gave one final glare to the soldier before he left and she sat down. At first she thought of starting a conversation with the girl sitting on the other side from her. But, she looked deep in thought. What she DID notice how ever was two or three hands suddenly try to grab at her skirt from the other cell. Her blue eyes went wide and she quickly moved to sit on the other side. No wonder the girl in the wedding dress was so far off to the other side. She was probably as sick of them as she was. After a few moments, she let out a sigh and took the yellow wig from her head letting her red locks flow down. She ran a few fingers through her hair and asked calmly. “What are you in for?”

There was a brief moment of silence between the two of them before the woman in the wedding dress raised her head and sighed. “Assisting a person convicted or Piracy…you?”

Piracy?! Wow, there was definitely more to this girl then met the eye. She shook her head for a moment and sat her wig down beside herself before replying. “Dancing in a tavern…” That caused the girl in the wedding dress to giggle a bit. “Really? That seems to be quite a simple thing! But then again…it is Beckett.” Marguerite complied with a nod and turned back to the cell on the side. Damn these whistles and cat calls were getting annoying! But then she heard another voice. Two voices! They sounded like arguing, and then a lamp came into view. All of a sudden an elder gentleman and a prison guard were right before there eyes. The elder of the two addressed the girl in the wedding dress and the cell was opened. The girl was quick to run out and before marguerite could even blink the cell was shut again, and they were gone.

Marguerite spent a few moments pacing through the cell, every once in a while standing on the stool to look out the window. She had to get out of here! So, with a new sense of determination. She rolled up her sleeves and ran into the cell door with as much might as she could. Unfortunately, what she didn’t realize was that the elderly man had forgotten to lock the door and she landed flat on her face. She grimaced for a moment before getting back on her feet. She looked around for some sort of weapon, lucky enough to find a pistol on the nearby shelf. Now, for sure she had to get out of this city. But now, she wanted to know if the girl got out alright.

She managed to get to the docks just in time as she saw a carriage pull up. The driver was the elderly gentleman from before, so the girl must be in the carriage. Her eyes also noticed a group of soldiers coming towards the dock, then a man was stabbed and her eyes went wide. She was quick to jump out of the bushes and open the door. The woman from the prison went wide eyed. “You?! How did you…” But Marguerite silenced her with a tug of the arm. “Just come on!” She said in a whispering tone and drug the girl back into the shrubs just s the carriage door was opened by the unfamiliar man.  The girl flinched hearing, who Marguerite suspected to be her father cry out as he was pushed against the carriage. She desperately wished they could help him, but they had other matters.

When all was clear Marguerite made sure Elizabeth was following her to the docks where a merchant ship was about to board. It wasn’t guarded, it was a perfect time to get on which she was just about ready to do but then the girl grabbed her hand. “Letters of marquee…Will willl hang if we don’t get them…” At this Marguerite frowned, she didn’t care who this Will was, she wasn’t about ready to risk her life to save him. “Who’s Will?!” The girl looked back at her with a pleading look. “My fiancé, the letter’s are in Beckett’s office.” Alright, going back to the fort was one thing, but going back to Lord Beckett’s office was practically entering the lions den.

Before Marguerite could argue her point, the girl had already run off towards the fort. Now what kind of person would she be if she just let her go there alone?! Not a good one. Looking back at the ship desperately she picked up her skirts and ran after her, holding the pistol from the prison quite tightly in her hand.  This was all turning out to be an interesting night.