~Lake Tahoe, California~ _I’m Annelise Brie and that’s my sister, Elisa Brie. It’s nice to meet you_ River smiles, dropping her hand back down by her side. She still grips her snowboard with the same force as before, but this time it is more out of nervousness. “I am so sorry that I crashed into your sister,” she tells Anna. “I was just so excited to get on the mountain. I had no idea that you were the owner’s daughters. Do I need to do something?” she asks nervously. “Do I need to pay for damages or anything?” At that moment Dustin walks up and River looks at him. He definitely looks out of place among the snow and cold. His tanned skin seems dark among the snow and she smiles softly. Water is more of her element, but she could do just as easily on snow. ---- Peter raises an eyebrow as he hears the laugh. He looks to his left and his right. There’s no one there. So, he looks over his shoulder and sees a young girl standing there. She looks gorgeous and Peter immediately flushes dark red and faces back forward. From the looks of how the line was going and how many people were there, they were probably going to ride up with each other. He takes a deep breath and looks over his shoulder again. She probably thought he was a freak for looking at her so… unsubtlety. He smiles quietly before facing back forward. The line begins to move forward and he notices that he and the girl are next in line for the lift. So they are going to have to sit next to each other. He coughs and says, “Um, hi. My name is Peter Trent and I couldn’t help but notice you didn’t have a snowboard or skis with you?” He hopes that he doesn’t sound too impolite for asking, but he was curious at the moment. When you’re at a ski resort, you normally have ski things with you and this girl did not. He smiles kindly at her, waiting for an answer. --- Ursula waves the trident over the bowl and a sudden splash comes up toward her. The power of the trident surges through her and she laughs maniacally, staring down into the bowl. A peculiar thing happens though. Rather than showing Triton, a picture of a beautiful lake comes up instead. She looks down into the bowl and sees the Dark One. She growls and stares into the bowl. He seems to be talking to a cursed princess. One that she does not recognize. Ursula frowns and draws back, setting the trident down next to her. Why would the Dark One be talking to a cursed princess? This is not his curse, she knows this. The Dark One has not cursed someone out of spite in a very long time. She peers into the bowl once more before a realization dawns. The Dark One is the one who took Triton from her in the first place. She needs him to tell her where he is. She growls again and waves her hand over the bowl, dismissing the image. She leans back in her chair, contemplating what exactly she would need to lure him into a trap into giving up Triton’s location. She then smiles, a thought popping into her head. She would make him an offer that he couldn’t refuse. --- “Hooke!” a screeching voice comes from the cabin. Captain Hooke flies up in bed just to see one of his crewmen storm through the door, followed by a very angry looking merchant. The merchant stands with his arms across his chest. Hooke rubs his eyes. “’ello mate,” he says with a pirate’s curtesy. “What can I do for you?” “You tell your scallywag crew that they may steal from me, but they may not harass my daughters!” the man snarls. He draws a sword. “Considering that you are their captain and I must defend my daughters’ honors, I challenge you, Captain James Hooke, to a duel. To. The. Death.” Captain Hooke chuckles as he climbs to his feet. He draws his sword and with one stroke, he bats the merchant’s sword out of his hand and forces the poor man to his feet. Hooke stares down at him, any dark amusement that was formerly in his eyes gone now. He stares down at the man menacingly. “Get this through your thick skull, _mate_,” Hooke snaps. “What my crew does on their own time is none of my concern. They can pillage, plunder, and do whatever they like when they are not on my watch. If they did something to you in their own time, take it up with them, not me. Savvy?” He drops the sword away from the man’s throat. “Now get out of my sight.” The merchant jumps to his feet and runs away. He turns to the crewman who is still standing in the room. Hooke smiles. “Just proves that you never mess with Captain James Hooke.”