[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]Megan Pendragon[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/SR0pmc6n/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Atlantica
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Megan wasn't interested in taking any of the gold - maybe if it had been cursed, she would take some out of curiosity, but money had never particularly interested her beyond as a means to survival. She had what she needed, and she didn't need this. Besides, lifting all the gold would bring unneeded attention to them during their efforts to sabotage Hook's men. So instead of looting the pirates, Megan quietly left the ship, making her way stealthily and quietly back down to the dock. 

	She heard more screams sounding off, and as she turned her head, she could see the bright red flames in the general direction her brother had gone. She assumed that had to be him and his magic. She just hoped he had it under control - or at least, aimed in the right direction. Megan then turned her attention back to what she needed to do, trusting that her brother would be fine, as she rejoined Sierra and her father and began to make their way away. She didn't offer a word to them as to what she had been doing, mostly as talking was not ideal for being stealthy.