Since I have nothing to do, I go to sleep. I've given Amelia instructions on how to get us to a certain stretch of water, and once we're there they're to wake me. From there on, I will blindfold the pirates, and only my group will be navigating. The pirates don't know about this yet; I'm sure they'd mutiny if they did. However, what am I supposed to do?

I can't let these random strangers know of this place. Of Brady's and mine place. Of my stomping grounds. Not when Amelia and Zeev don't know about it. Not when the only people who did are dead. Or about to be. I can't forget about Alistar.

I don't know why I never showed someone. I guess it was just this place. It was so special to me, and now I don't want to go there. I don't want to see the bloodstain where Brady laid. It's probably eroded away by now, but it will forever be in my mind.

Oh, who am I kidding? The whole reason I can't truly show people this spot is because it was my worst defeat and I don't want to relive it. Pride is my worst quality; I'm far too much like Mr. Darcy in that regard. However, now, maybe, I can stand to be there. To return to the place that felt like home.

And, I'm sure, Amelia would point out the lovely idea of Miguel and I dating in the same place I fell in love with Brady. Probably something about romance being in the air in that place, or some other whimsical lie such as that.

And now, you know the reason I actually know of Pride and Prejudice. Amelia. The romantic simply insisted that I had to read it. Of course, I refused. And then, everyone starts to nickname me Darcy behind my back. Thus, I'm forced to read it; that and ban any mention of the book in the workplace.

I hear the creaking and groaning of the planks next to me, and a familiar scent floods me. Of course Miguel is napping next to me. I'm sure that wasn't planned in the least. Honestly, I really am going to have to talk to them about subtlety. How can I trust them to help me matchmake others, if they can't be subtle enough for me to not know it's them. How are Emily and Callum going to get together?

"So what are you thinking about?" He asks, his mouth practically right next to mine. Of course, he wants to 'sleep' facing me. We're worse than teenage girls spending the night with each other, at least in terms of sleeping and most likely gossip.

"What made you think I wasn't asleep?" I whisper back, before cracking my eyes open.

"Your breathing was too fast for someone who was asleep. That and while I was walking over you unconsciously reached down for a weapon you have in your shoe."

I give him a glare, and I'm about to argue, when I realize that my hand is on my boot. My boot with the false heel with a knife in it, and a couple lined in it.

"Just out of courtesy, how many weapons? And why did you not use them earlier?" Miguel asks, and I shake my head, and fully open my eyes, wincing at the brightness.

"I'm not going to answer the weapons one, safety reasons and all that fun stuff. Let's just say a slightly unhealthy amount that most people would consider paranoia. As for why I didn't use them earlier," I hesitate for a couple of seconds. "In all honesty, I didn't know how advantageous it would be. At first, I believed I was a dead person walking. Then, I slightly wondered if you wanted me for who my father was, and if that was the case, I would need them to slit my own throat. I never had the chance to use them to escape, and just randomly attacking someone, especially the person who was feeding me wouldn't be very smart. Sucidial is more like it; and I could already tell Ruben wasn't one to be trifled with. If I could have gotten to Dirk I probably would have for him, even if I would have signed my death warrant. It would have been worth it."

I muttered the last few parts, but he still heard him. I honestly don't care; it would half-way be worth taking Alistar in alive to kill them both at the same time, so Alistar is forced to see how his empire is being destroyed at my hand, just how he destroyed my life.

"Why do you hate him so much?" Miguel asks, and I sigh. This is honestly a conversation I don't want to get into, at least with him. "I mean, I know and understand why you hate Alistar, but why Dirk?"

"Dirk is part of Alistar's group. I believe he is one of the two sub-leaders, henchmen, whatever you want to call it. He has helped him build his empire, at the expense of others' lives. I simply want him to stop existing. He has helped me and many others lose everything important to us, and for that he has to pay. The same way he made others way: with his life." I answer, much calmer than what I thought I could.

Miguel is quiet for a couple of minutes, before speaking up. "Look, I don't like the guy, in the least. But I'm not sure that he is capable of what you're describing. You're making it sound like he outright murdered thousands of people."

I try to keep my fury at him for not believing me down. I shouldn't have expected him to, but I had hoped he would. "He might not have been the one to pull the trigger, or light the match, but he engineered it all. Besides, he reached a whole new level of sadism: Alistar, he only made people kill their loved one or hundreds of other people, but Dirk will make them choose, and then kill hundreds of people anyway and say they choose the wrong thing." I say, my voice breaking.

"How in the world do you know that, and how can you believe the person who said it?" He questions, and I just look over at Katherine. He follows my gaze, and looks off to the side.

"I understand why you believe her, but I just can't. I hate Dirk, but I can't believe he did all of those things," Miguel denies it, and I nod.

"I understand," I say, trying my best to keep my voice from cracking. I know it shouldn't feel like I've been betrayed, but I do. Like him not believing me- sure, it's actually Amelia, but she's one of mine so by an extension me- is the worst thing that could happen to me.

We're both silent, not wanting to speak after that. When I get fed up of being cold however, I break it. "The cabin isn't being used, and actually has walls around it to keep out the wind. Want to try to sleep in there?" I ask, and Miguel responds by standing up, and gesturing for me to lead the way.

I jimmy the lock, with Miguel looking amused, but not commenting on anything. When I open the door, and we both step inside, we see something we didn't expect, but should have seen coming. There's only one bed.

"I can sleep on the floor," he volunteers, at the same time I blurt out, "We could share."

"Well, um," I stammer, and he blushes.

"Which side do you prefer to sleep on?" He asks, and I smile slightly.

"I prefer the side closest to the wall," I say, and walk over to the bed.

I kick my boats off, and they land haphazardly. Miguel glares and shakes his head as he walks over and fixes them. "I honestly thought you would have more pride in your work, or at least more care for your belongings," he tries to lecture, but it honestly just sounds like an exhausted spouse.

He gently takes off his boots, and places them by mine, before crawling into the bed.

I normally lay the other way, on my right shoulder, so that I can block with my left hand and grab my hidden weapon in case of a night attack. However, that would be awkward, because then I would be facing Miguel while we sleep, which is weird enough in the same bed without staring directly into the other's eyes. So, I turn and face the wall, before telling him goodnight. He responds, wishing me sweet dreams.

Now, I am not an expert on what I do while asleep. Amelia swears that I kick. Zeev claims I snore. Katherine says I take and flail all about. I have no clue, but considering I wake up in the morning snuggling with Miguel, my face in his chest, I'm pretty sure I can safely say we both move.

He's still asleep, and looks pretty peaceful, and while I know that this will be awkward when he wakes up, and that we have to be close to the fire coral so I need to get up, I find myself unwilling to move.

Instead, I close my eyes, and breathe in deeply. I haven't been this relaxed in years, which is saying something since I'm not all that relaxed. But, somehow, I feel safe and not all on edge.

However, all those feelings go away when I hear a knock on the door. I don't have time to tell whoever it is to go away, before Zeev comes in.

He gives me a look of complete horror and I see a glimmer of wickedness in his eyes. If he says one word to Amelia, I swear he will not live. I try to put a finger up to my lip, warning him to be quiet, but Miguel starts to stir.

He sees Zeev in the room, and looks at me extremely confused. I can't say that I blame him.

And, Zeev has to see that, and decides to make everything worse. "Well, we're here Ice Queen. Ready to take over our ship, since he's the last pirate still awake?"

Miguel shoots up, and is reaching for some sort of weapon, but I grab his arm, and pin him down.

"I am so sorry," I whisper. "This is the only way to keep everyone safe though. I just can't lose you like I did him."

Betrayal flashes through his eyes, and then pain as I bring down the hilt of his knife on his head. And then they close.

I climb over his limp body, that only a few moments ago I was cuddling with. How only a few seconds can change time.

"Are you sure about this?" Zeev asks, as I walk outside the room, locking it behind me.

"It doesn't matter if I am or not. I have to do this, and I'm going to do it how I was taught." I respond, trying to find the others.

"How's that," he asks.

"With my head up high, never dropping. With my tone never wavering and no weakness. Exactly how Catherine would have done it. Completely destroying him with no mercy. And no regrets, no matter who I might hurt. I will save and protect everyone." with my firm words, he nods, and goes over the others.

I slowly walk over to the fire coral. To the spot where Amory made me burn off my fingertips. To the spot that I realized that I was going to have to face my worst fears with Amory. Now I'm going to do it again.

Except this time I'm not a little girl. This time I'm a woman. This time I'm a host to myself.

"The only similarity is this time, I'm going in alone. Just like my mother. Just how she died, is how I'll die; alone. Alone fighting Alistar, except this time, this time I'll be better than her and succeed." 

So, some inaccurate information in here. Pride and Prejudice was published in 1813, and this is set in like the 1760s. Realistically, there would be no Pride and Prejudice, but this isn't exactly meant to be the most realistic, and it's fanfiction so if I want to bend some things, I can.