Addison crosses her arms as she observed Angelina working with the raw, salted beef from the ship's barrel of goods. She purses her lips and makes a popping sound right after—the quartermaster motions to the other side of the deck where Stanley carries a barrel of rum.

"Do ye do rum?" Addison asks. But before Angelina could respond, she raises her hands in defense, her expression a knowing look.

"Apologies! 'F course ye do, love. But do ye prefer limey?"

Angelina chuckles. She casts a sideways glance at the metal box filled with sand, where the cooking would take place, then returns her gaze at Addison.

"Rum is eternity, Addie. When do you all drink lime?" she asks.

Addison responds immediately. "'Tis actually been a while. But luckily no one got sick yet, love."

"Vegetables and fruits are difficult to bring in ships, I know. My crew and I used to eat a lot of them whenever we stopped by the villages."

"Aye, when Edward brought you here, we were able to put 'em vegetables in our tummies. Ye know, love. There's a whole lot of 'em there..." Addison suddenly mumbles by the end of her statement, looking down and weary.

But she lightens her expression when she realizes Angelina's face became quite curious. "We have a good Captain."

"I must ask," says Angelina. "Well, never mind. 'Tis just something absurd."

"No, go on sweet," insists Addison. She places her hand on Angelina's arm, "What is it, love?"

Angelina double-takes. For some reason, she trusted Addie more than anyone, even more than their Captain.

She depends on Addie as much as she does with Robert, who is still weak due to his burns and wounds brought about by Stevenson's men. But as a former Captain, a former lover of a navy lieutenant, and a woman of intelligence, she seemed interested in Edward.

For a pirate, he acted too scholarly, too educated, and wise. No doubt that pirate captains are sagacious, but Edward's actions scream something more. He isn't only life-wise when he spoke to her, but he had cleverness that seemed to come from formal, expensive education.

Who really is the person behind this pirate captain?

"Nothing. I just noticed that Edward's too courtly for a pirate."

"Well, aren't you prim yourself, love?"

Right, she thought; Angelina almost forgot that she is also a formal person when she wants to. Spending twelve years with a man who received one of the best educations in England had taught her so much. Oliver taught her what he learned, from languages to logic, books to read, and writing.

She smiles at Addison, "I am when I want to."

Angelina then remembers something. She urgently faces the woman across her. "Addie!"

Addie's eyes widened in surprise and curiosity, "What?"

"What was Edward doing inside the governor's mansion?" she asks with questioning eyes.

"That's where we first saw each other. He acted like some knight in shining armor. God forbid."

She sees Addison contemplate. She hopes she doesn't lie to her.

Addison sighs and puts her hand inside her side pocket, revealing a golden ring. She places it on top of Angelina's palm, "He did me a favor, love. He got me my most prized possession. Here ye go, sweet. Take a look."

She examines the sophisticated piece of gold; it looked simple yet felt important. This must mean a lot for Addison, but why, she asks herself.

"Why was your most prized possession...inside the governor's office, Addie?"

"That would be a secret now," Addison winks at her. "Ye'll know soon enough."

"Make sure. 'Cause I'm looking forward to that. You're mysterious, Addison."

"Aren't you bizarre yourself," Addison grins widely, then her eyes settle on something behind Angelina.

She rests her hands on her hips and raises an eyebrow, "And what is it you need, Edward?"

The two women turn their heads on the Captain, who is now on his way to them. His hands are resting in his pockets, his face painted with a bright, light simper.

"Just checking on Captain Spanish-Frown, Addison."

Angelina rolls her eyes on the Captain, oblivious to him. She gives him a funny face, "Oh, I'm doing just good, Edward. Go away now! Shoo!"

"Are you saying I needn't worry about you, Miss Salazar?"

"Yes, aye, sí. Double yes," she asserts, kneeling down so she could cook the prepared meat and beef. Edward examines her work and raises his brows, impressed. She does know how to do her job well. He wondered how Angelina commanded her crew, how she bonded with those people, and how well of a leader she was.

It is no doubt that he knew she was a fine Captain; it was apparent how Angelina spoke and how she behaved, even when she's too prideful. He thought she dueled splendidly as well.

"Are you certain? You're frowning again," he ridiculed.

"I only frown when you're around," she says, glancing at Edward then back at the food she's preparing.

She lowers even more when she discovers that Edward wasn't listening, but his attention is fixed somewhere far away. He wore a dreadful expression. "Brooding, aren't we?'

"No, Miss Salazar. You only assume too much," he smiles.

Her blood boils upon hearing his response. Addison tries to hide her snicker on the side but shows a neutral expression when Angelina casts her a glance. She shakes her head and continues to cook instead.

Addison tries to lighten the mood by shooting Angelina an inquiry, "Where did ye learn to cook, love?"

Angelina ponders for an answer. It's been a long time since she learned how to cook. The Spanish woman just improved because she sometimes prepared their meals for her former crew.

Even when she was a Captain, her crew weren't just people she commanded. They were her family. And now they're gone, in just a blink, because Stevenson couldn't calm his rage. She slightly shivers at the thought of how the commodore slews everything she loved. But now isn't the right time to be depressed because of it, especially when there's a man named Edward who loved mocking her all the time.

She glances at Addison as she answers, "My tia taught me. 'Twas more than a decade ago. Used that skill when I owned a ship and a crew. Good ol' days, you know."

"Your tia must cook magnificent," asserts Addison. "'I never learned how to cook."

Angelina's eyes widened in surprise. She laughed as she asked, "Oh, Addie! Poor lass. I'm certain you're old enough to learn how to prepare a meal!"

"That stings! You hurt me, love," she grins. "I'm only a year before three zero."

"Oh, you're twenty-nine. That's quite old for me," winks Angelina. Addison lets out an exaggerated laugh upon hearing Angelina's statement.

She looks at Edward, "Twenty-nine is old for you? So you're very old, Edward."

Edward shakes his head and rolls his eyes while resting his hands on his hips. He doesn't answer, but he looks at Angelina, examining her face.

Angelina raises an eyebrow, "How old are you then?"

"Must you really ask?" he shakes his head again. "I always put myself in danger whenever Captain Spanish-Frown is near, Addison."

"Just answer the lass, Edward. Ye'r only embarrassed."

"I'm afraid not," he asserts. He then gazes at a curious, mocking Angelina. "Well if you must..."

"He's thirty-one. Took you long enough, Edward," Addison giggles, arms crossed.

"My hatred for you is oozing, Addison," he smiles. "Aye, I'm thirty. One."

Angelina makes a silly face, with thoughts running through her head. Thirty-one? He doesn't look that old, she says at the back of her mind. She thought he was her age.

Edward suddenly returns the query. "How 'bout you, Miss Salazar?" he interrogated. "How young must you be?"

"Must you know?" she crosses her arms. "Let's just say that I'm younger than you both."

"Interesting," says Addison. "What do ye say? We'll make guesses. If one of us gets it right, we get to ask ye anything."

"Is that a challenge?" she smiles. "Well, 'f course it is. Guess away and lose." Addison ponders for a second and answers. "Twenty-eight. Edward?"

Edward and Angelina share a gaze. For quite some time, he examines her features and everything he discovered about her. Though he says to himself, her young, beautiful features really don't reflect her age...

Angelina almost wanted to walk out when he answered, "Twenty-seven."

"No," she sighs. "That's cheating! You should've answered immediately."

"So you're twenty-seven? Aye, I'd say that is quite young. Now, Miss Salazar. I believe you owe me an answer to any inquiry?" he smiles again.

What's up with him and smiling? She thought to herself. Are his teeth not gonna fall off because he smiles too much?

"Go on now, so you could leave. Go on," says Angelina, but Edward declines. He walks away with a grin instead. "I shall keep this card. Who knows when I'd need this?"

Angelina makes a straight face. Apparently, she knew how much she underestimated him, knowing how much of an intellectual he is. She didn't even think that he'd consider a free inquiry as a 'card' that he could use when he needs it. She needs to be careful around him if she doesn't want to be thrown into Stevenson's grip in exchange for riches. And now he seems more mystified to her, or maybe she was only overthinking things.

She sighs, turning her attention back to her job along with Addison.