While Lord Drinian was very much tempted with Priscilla's advances, he began to realize that messing with a captain's wife - even in innocent flirtations, was going to land him in a very bad place in the afterlife.<br/><br/>"Oh, don't listen to Pickering.  He's a prude, he only wants me for himself.  Believe me, he would never say no to some harmless fun."  She did not make it easy for him; sometimes brushing herself against him in the close quarters, sometimes twirling her hair around revealing her smooth neck line.  In another lifetime, Drinian would have done whatsoever he could to accumulate as many conquests as he could handle.  But, Hilda, her servant (though now sort of displaced) helped him to become a somewhat better person.  And Amora caught his eye as very special and wonderful, though now that she thought he was a murderer, he probably could never have her back.  Nonetheless, he could at least ensure her safety.  In light of all this, he was not going to allow his groin to dictate his next steps.<br/><br/>"You're not helping me, Priscilla - and Captain Pickering assured me you would.  I paid a pretty penny to chase after that cog."<br/><br/>But Priscilla just repeated:  "You're not helping me Priscilla - nanny nanny poo poo!  Look, my only reason here is to make sure you don't go wandering the ship not keeping to your own business; your mind has probably completely undressed me by now, why not just make it official?"<br/><br/>Suddenly, the door slammed opened and there was Pickering - an exaggerated frown and then a bellowing laugh.  "Huh, thought I'd find you two in here!  But not just sitting at a table, talking.  We've reached the Cog and we're ready to board it.  How did Master Drinian behave, my lovely?"<br/><br/>But Priscilla just gave a disgusted look.  "He's a prude, Pickering!  He wouldn't even look at me."  But Pickering just gave a loud laugh.  "So, he's one of the good guys, eh?"<br/><br/>"You've got what you wanted; I just need my box and help boarding the cog." Pickering went to grab Priscilla's arm, but this time - she punched and kicked him.  "Bastard!  I'm not your property to do with as you please.  I'm a ship mate same as everybody else."  Pickering was taken a back, but then shouted, "You're right, Priscilla.  What am I thinking?  I should set you as free as a bird." (And while the subsequent events were moving very quickly, Drinian took note of the words, you are not my property.  He had never set Amora free, she was always his property.  His heart stung of conviction.)<br/><br/>One of the ship mates came to Pickering with a message:  "We're ready to jump aboard."  Pickering shouted, "Orders have changed.  Take the black box and throw it over board; once done, take Drinian and his new found friend, Priscilla.  I'd say throw them overboard to, but I wouldn't want anyone to say I don't keep me word.  So, throw them on the cog.  After that, make way to Alexander, our new king!"<br/><br/>And while the crew successfully threw Drinian to the cog, they deliberately missed the cog when throwing Priscilla.  No one messes with Captain Pickering or his crew of merry men.  While it was true they probably did whatever anyone paid them to do, their loyalties to Alexander were now revealed.  Drinian found himself in an odd position; in front of him were crew members of the newly boarded cog ready to slit his throat open and a very surprised looking Lotor; and in the sea next to him drowning was Priscilla:  A fine young woman to whom he had no romantic affections for, but whose life was in peril because she dared cross Captain Pickering.  Floating next to Priscilla was the large black box Pickering promised him.  So much for 1500 quid.<br/><br/>Shouting at the top of his lungs, he said, "I surrender, Lotor!  Please kill me, or make me your slave â€¦ but let no harm come to yonder woman, Priscilla!  I entrust my life to your hands in exchange for hers"; and Drinian fell to the floor, begging for mercy.  What other choice did he have?