Allegra had watched Adelaide go. Well, she supposed, she didn't need to watch her if she was happy to paw after Emile. She went belowdecks to her quarters to unwind. Niall and Duncan were palling around in the kitchens, now that Duncan was all cleaned up. Allegra wondered who would be manning the pot and kettle if the cook didn't return in the morning.<br/><br/>Emile whipped around and saw Adelaide standing in the doorway of the cabin. Christoffel's wet, gray eyes widened and he laughed.<br/><br/>"Where'd you get that one?" He asked, eyeing her lascivious get-up, "She's a pretty face, but how do you plan to ransom a prostitute?"<br/><br/>"Adjust your eyes, you old bat!" Emile said, appalled. "She's a bloody Duchess! Duchess VonDaemon, you half-wit!"<br/><br/>"Pardon my manners, miss." Captain Emerens said, tipping his raggedy old hat to her.<br/><br/>"Focus!" Emile said, grabbing his shoulders. "If you want to sail again, then you need to take this seriously! We are limited on time."<br/><br/>"Fine, fine, all right." The captain said, shoving Emile off. He sat down on the old stool. "Very well. I'll hear you, madame, but I won't make no promises. Speak your piece."