He nodded. "If we dress her like a man, she might pass as one. We would need to scruff her face up, to hide her identity." He looked over the invalid with a critical eye. The clothing would have to be baggy. "i'll see what I can come up with. With that he turned and left.

He had to trade his own extra set of clothing to get the clothing he needed, plus a good pocket knife. The sailor he had traded with had been a little curious why he wanted the trade, and the pocket knife had bought his silence. He only hoped that the man would be good to his word and say nothing.

Two hours later, with the storm calming down, he returned with a new set of clothing. This set would fit her more loosely, hiding her curves. "This is the best I could do. How is she?" The baroness nodded. "As her yourself. She's awake.

"How are you miss?"