Beth gave her family goodbyes. Finally learned her Uncle George's name, gave him a tight hug. Made sure her bag was packed, the dress that Aunt Linda had given her buried deep. Damn she hated dresses.

She was back at the [i]El Marees[/i] with two hours to spare. Beth had a tendency to act like she belonged, whether she did or not. This was no different. Of course she did belong here. She wasn't too worried about pissin' off the 'mop', especially since she knew she could navigate circles around him. 

Beth wasn't in the slightest bit worried about flying up that high either. Pirates usually did that, and she had been on a couple of those boats, preferred merchant though. Only the Captain hadn't given her where they were going. That meant two things, he didn't want anyone to know, or he didn't know himself. She knew she could figure out the best flight path in a matter of minutes once they had a place to go, so no sweat there for her either. 

Now to deal with the 'mop' and his friends. Beth took a deep breath and stepped on-board.