The next day was all trainin' Atza on how to hold a sword. She was right handed, and it was hard for me to properly show her. I was left handed, a rare feature in folks 'round here. Anywhere in general ye won't find many left handed ones.

Anyways, once she got the posture done, I started showin' her basic moves to make her agility better. I gave her one of me older and duller swords, and I took me newer one for meself.

"This exercise is simple," I said. "You step forward while bringin' ye sword forward as well. It brings in ye balance and control. The faster ye go, the better ye are."

She watched me and copied off. I went slower than I normally did, so it was easier for her to catch on. Atza was goin' quickly for a beginner. I smiled at her, and I showed her a reflex one.

"A'ight. Now, let me show ye somethin' fun. It's dangerous with a sharp sword, but with the one ye are holdin' it's not bad."

I placed me weapon on the ground. I hid it underneath some sand to add a bit of a dramatization effect. Why do I do it? Don't know. It's just fun. I closed me eyes and stomped on the handle. It went flying and twirlin' in the air as trails of sand flew with it. Without lookin', I grabbed it perfectly in mid-air.

"Whoa..." she gasped. "That... was... AMAZING! CAN YOU TEACH ME PLEASE?!"

"Aye, slow down, Lass," I answered. "It took me a while to pick this trick up. Still have me scars from it, too."

Suddenly, I heard steps approachin' me. I quickly flung me sword upwards, clashin' it into another weapon, and they both landed in me grip. I brandished me sword in front of me and pointed its tip at a boy's neck. 

No, it wasn't Dylan this time. In fact, he seemed older. His hair and skin were the same shade as Dylan's but his eyes were a shade of light blue. He was wearin' a long, black jacket with a white shirt underneath. His sword's cover was hangin' by his side, and he was raising his gloved hands in the air with me threat.

"Alright then," he spoke in a hoarse and low voice. "I wasn't expecting myself to be at this point this morning."

"Jack," Atza said a bit frustrated. "What are you doing here?"

"Seeing where you were, sister," he replied. "As soon as I'm out of this situation, you should be getting to your studies."

"Ugh, can you not speak about that for one day. One day is all I ask."

"Sorry, Atza, but father's orders."

"I wish I wasn't a princess; I'd rather be a pirate like Coora here!"

"Pirate, eh?" 

"Atza," I growled at her while puttin' me sword away. "Can ye keep quiet about that, please?'"

"This is Coora," she blurted. "Just making that clear."

I breathed an annoyed breath. Okay, she was a nice person, but I don't want the Princess of England tellin' her country I was a pirate. It's already enough bein' hated by her father. The look she gave me was a devilish one, and I hated it.

"Aye," I spoke sarcastically. "Thanks for statin' the obvious."

"Wait a second," Jack said. "Aren't you that girl my brother danced with?"

"H-huh?" 

"Yes, she is," Atza spoke again. "I swear, Dylan always likes the rowdy types of girls."

"Aye! Dhruideadh suas mus mi sgleog a thoirt don thu!" Shut up before I smack you

"Scottish language," she then mocked. "Trying to swear at me? A princess."

"Nach bu toil leat a ghairm gun damn tiotal mus." You didn't like that damn title before.

"Heard that."

Jack merely snickered. I swear, could I not be laughed at for doin' something of me own nature? Nope! Not today, not ever. As long as I have this accent and speak Gaelic, I'll never not be teased.

"Alright ladies, calm down," Jack then said. "I only came to get my sister, not start a cat fight."

"Sounds like a plan," I said. "Even though we only had 'class' for an hour."

"You should come to the castle some time. My brother takes sword fighting, and our teacher is the laziest man alive." He then went into this burly, old, and deep voice. "Hello. I am the world's fattest, and laziest person ever. Want to fight? Oh, sure. I'll teach you if you give me all the space and money and hospitality I need." He then went back to his normal voice. "The old man doesn't get anything done for us."

"So ye are sayin' I should give him lessons?!" I said astonished. "Your father hates me guts for even bein' in the castle, and ye expect me to help Dylan? There's no chance! Plus, ye don't even know me that well!"

"If Atza is friends with someone, I think I know them well enough."

"So," Atza began. "Want-"

"I think ye have said enough, Atza," I said while still aggravated by what she's done so far. "I'll see if I can make it. If I get caught and locked up, it's up to ye Royals to save me from me prison."

"Fair enough," Jack said while smirkin'. "If you can make my sister shut up like that, then by all means, I'll help in any way."

"HEY!" she shouted.

I shook me head as I noticed me father probably searchin' for me. Me eyes widened as I realized me problem- a pirate with Royals bein' spotted by her father. I put me sword behind me and ran towards the ocean waters. 

I dove in and started swimmin' to me cove. I am not goin' to be yelled at by me father. That's probably the worst thin' that can possibly happen to any lad or lass. Ye think that ye punishments are bad? How does gettin' whipped ten lashes sound to ye? Yeah, not the best feelin' in the world.

I'm just glad I at least have this small cave of diamonds with me. At least I know they shine for me and no one else.