[@Black Ninja] 

Meanwhile, at the harbor, the mystery woman made her way towards the dock, attempting to cooly pass two redcoats that were on sentry duty. Before she could saunter past them, they were immediately alert, running up to block her path. "This dock is off-limits to civilians", one of them told her. "I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t know. If I happen to see one, I'll let you know", she kept it cool with a hint of innocence as she, once again, attempted to move around them, only to find herself blocked again. How was she going to do this? Now, she knew. 

"I heard there’s an event going on up at the fort. Tell me, how can two upstanding gentlemen like yourselves, not merit an invitation?", she half-curiously asked them. "Miss, someone has to make sure this dock stays off limits to civilians", the other marine responded. "That's very true, but there's one thing that's nagging the back of my mind. A ship like that", she gestured to the Dauntless in the distance. "...does, unfortunately, make this one a bit downgraded, really", she commented while gesturing to the Interceptor, perched at the dock. 

"The Dauntless is the power in these waters. But there’s no ship that can match the Interceptor for speed", one of them said to her as he talked about the ship. "I’ve heard of one, supposed to be very fast, nigh uncatchable. Ever heard of the Fancy", she gave a breathed out the name. Clearly, they were confused. Not ringing a bell. "A ship, captained by a man; so evil, that hell itself spat him back out", she told them with grim in her eyes. 

One of them scoffed. "No", he chuckled with amusement. "It's a real ship, you know. I've seen it", the other told him, only for his comrade to turn to him. "So you're telling me, that no ship that's captained by a man so evil that hell itself spat him back out couldn't possibly be any other ship than the Fancy? Is that what you're saying?", he patronized him. None of them noticed the woman slipping past them unnoticed as they continued to argue. "No", he answered, shaking his head. 

"Like I said, there’s no ship that can match the Intercept..", he trailed off when he noticed that she wasn't there. Looking around, they spotted her standing at the wheel of the Interceptor, casually examining the mechanism. "Hey! You!", she looked at them with exaggerated, innocent surprise. They hurried towards her and raised their muskets. "Get away from there! You don't have permission to be aboard!", they told her. "I’m sorry, it’s just...it’s such a pretty boat. I mean, ship", she innocently corrected. 

"What's your name?", one of them asked. "Smith", she responded casually, almost too casually. "What's your purpose in Port Royal? No lies", they demanded. "Okay, okay", she smoothly feigned defeat. "It is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder, and otherwise, pilfer my weaselly black guts out", she answered with a bit of a ramble. "We said, no lies!", one of them told her. "Think she's telling the truth", the other said. "If she were telling the truth, she wouldn't have told us", the other argued. "Unless, you wouldn't believe the truth, even if I told it to you?", the mystery woman cut in as they seem to consider it. It wasn't exactly the truth...

That was when they heard the sound of something hitting the water nearby, narrowly missing the jagged rocks, and causing them to turn their attention to the source. The brunette-haired woman and the sentries looked over the side of the ship and noticed a ripple. "Aren't you gonna go see what that was?", she asked them in curiosity. "I can't swim", he simply answered as his comrade shakes his head. Neither does he? So be it. Not surprised, the female gave a groan of frustration. "Prides of the King's Navy, you are. Do not lose these", she first scoffed before handing them her pistol, and her sword belt. Climbing onto the railing, she dove into the water, making her hooded headpiece come off.