Cassandra  was downright heated at the argument with the dock master, but to have armed guards involved made her even more upset. She looked at Charlotte beside her. She could see in her eyes that she was frightened, now that the guards were involved. Her hot-headed temper was rising, and it only created more of a risk arguing than it was to risk their lives on the open sea.<br/><br/>"Just because we are women who don't wear proper dress doesn't mean that we are pirates," She heard Charlotte chime in. Charlotte tried to not sound frightened, but instead sounded more meek and defeated.<br/><br/>"I think that the man is playing us for being coy," Cassandra replied to her younger sister, "He's just being a discriminatory bigot." Tempers were raised even higher then, but Cassandra couldn't help it. The talk of pirates and threats did not sit well with her, nor her sister.<br/><br/>If it wasn't for the man that had jumped into the conversation, they would probably be hanging from the gallows. He was young, but probably only a few years older than Cassandra, and keen on protecting them from ill-fate. The dock master was not happy, but to have a male presence on their side seemed to make him stop in his tracks. He took the two glossy horses by the reins and led them to the grass and tied them to a wooden post.<br/><br/>Charlotte looked from the mysterious man, to the dock master, and then gave Cassandra a puzzled look.<em>What now?</em>she thought.