If Jillian could freeze her own face, she would. I'm such a-a...I don't know what! she thought bitterly. How could she be so insensitive? She stared at the burning logs as the scene moments before played in her mind.

"Hey!" Jillian jumped as Sparky nudged her in the shoulder. Hard.

"W-what?" she stammered, turning red. The pirate handed her a slighty burned sausage link.

"Eat," he said. "You look like you're going to pass out or something."

Jillian took it wordlessless and took a tiny bite. Instantly warmth filled her as the juicy sauasge went into her stomach. She hadn't realized how hungry she was. As she ate, the pirates' conversation turned to Robinson.

"He'll get over it," Eye-Eye was saying. "He storms away, stabs something, and we're good to go."

Boulder shook his head. "I'm not so sure," he rumbled. "Being here, with all the memories. I don't think it was the best for him."

"When do you talk?" Sparky demanded, raising a singed eyebrow. Boulder shrugged.

"Anyways, Captain doesn't need Hood or anyone else," Eye-Eye said, continuing. "We are the ones who really care about him. Not them." He looked sharply at the others as if daring them to argue. No one did. Jillian could tell that Eye-Eye and Robinson were close and didn't like the idea of other people intruding on the life they had established as first mate and captain. It could partially explain why the first mate didn't like her at first, too. But still, his words about Robin Hood were a bit harsh.

Jillian swallowed, finishing her dinner. "I'm sure Robinson's father cares about him, I mean he grew up here and was friends with the Piper-."

Smalls's eyes widened. "So you did hear something about Captain's past! And here he was yelling at us!"

She couldn't respond. All their eyes were on her. "Well...I-," she tried.

Boulder cleared his throat in the awkward silence. The large man stood and craddled Goose and Al in his arms. "I'll leave you kids to sort this out."

After he left, Sparky rounded on Jillian. "So...what did you hear, Jill?"

Rosie punched his fellow pirate in the arm. "It doesn't matter," he said, speaking for the first time that night. "What matters is that we keep the past where it belongs. It has a knack of causing a lot of trouble when you dwell on it too long. Captain will talk about it or forget about it when he wants to. Believe me, I know what I'm talking about so let him deal with in in his own way."

The others looked a bit confused but Jillian remembered that Rosie was much, much older than he really was, thanks to that sleeping curse. With his hunched posture, she could almsot see the hundred years of lost time seeping out of him.

"Umm," Eye-Eye paused to see if Rosie would continue, but it seemed he was done. "Well like I said, Captain needs to blow off some steam. He'll be fine by breakfast."

He was not fine by breakfast.

The more rambunctious pirates were their usual selves but Robinson seemed to have joined Rosie under the rain cloud of misery and silence. This was the norm for Rosie was he was always quiet, but Robinson was supposed to be arguing and bossing his crew around. Normal stuff like that.

Jillian could hardly concentrate on her own food as she carefully watched him eat. She was afraid to open her mouth and upset him again. But so far, things seemed okay.

"Morning, William!"

Jillian winced as Ben practically skipped over to their group. She saw Robinson flinch as his not-brother gave him a friendly slap on the back. Apparently, their heart-to-heart the previous night had not dampened both of their moods.

Robinson took a deep breath. "Hello, Ben," he said through clentched teeth.

"That's the spirit!" the Pied Piper said. "Listen, I got the information you need about the location of those kiddos from Brooks."

Jillian jerked up. "You told him?"She didn't think he wanted anymore help.

"Duh," Robinson said, rolling his eyes. "I want to get out of here as soon as I can and this was the quickest way."

Ben's smile wavered for a second. "Right. So I found a map of the area and drew a line that leads right to-."

"Thank you very much," Robinson said, snatching the map from him as tossing it to Rosie. "If you don't mind we'll be on our way very soon. Give my regards to my father. On second thought, don't."

Ben looked a bit sheepish. "I was hoping I could accompany you."

"I don't need a babysitter!" And the two were off arguing again. Jillian sighed, not sure how much more she could take.

"I'm going to go get ready," she said, but no one seemed to be listening as the shouting match grew in intensity. Leaving the circle, she accidentally ran into one of the Merry Men. "Sorry," she muttered, heading to her tent.

Inside, she tried to untangle her hair with her fingers but the knots made her eyes water. "Ouch." Forgetting her hair, she looked for something to change into besides the green dress, which was starting to smell. At the bottom of her satchel, she felt her old rags but didn't feel like putting them on again.

"Oh, pixie's foot," she sighed. "I need to bathe." She hadn't had a bath since her days at The Dusty Panpipe and she felt a bit nervous being the only girl at the camp so she had put it off. It looked like they were leaving today so she might as well get it over with. Grabbing a blanket as a towel, she went off in search of a stream.

In no time, she found one. The rushing white water splashed her front as it chased itself down the bend. The water looked so refreshing as the days were getting hotter so she wanted to jump right in. Quickly unlacing her boots, she looked around furively. The campsite was far enough off for a quick bath.

She was about to undress when a voice made her jump. "Fancy a bath, miss?" She spun around to see the man she had bumped into earlier. He was leaning agaisnt a tree with a coy smile that made a shiver go down her spine.

"Umm..." Jillian didn't like the look in his black eyes. Abandoning her shoes as well as getting clean, she began to walk back towards the camp. "I think I'm going to leave."

"But you just got here," the man said, stepping closer. "The water sure looks good, doesn't it?" Jillian had to back up all the way to the edge of the stream. Her heart thumping, he reached out and stroked her hair. She squeezed her eyes shut and let out a whimper. "Oh there's no reason to be scared," he laughed. "You might enjoy-."

Jillian let out a piercing scream that made him jump back a step. Please! she silently begged to the universe. Someone get me out of here!

Before the man could say anything else, a blue blur shot out of the brush and there was a flash of silver as a shiny sword caught the light. The man staggered, blood sputing from the wound in his cheek.

"You go near her again," Robinson growled, sounding like a panther, "And I'll carve your eyes out!"

The man smiled but it was fake. Jillian could see the anger building up in him. "Well, I didn't know you had that in you, you welp. Looks like you're not as weak as everyone thinks."

Robinson lunged. The man drew a hunting knife and slashed at the teen. The two blades met before Robinson was able to use his longer sword to twist the knife out of his opponent's hand and slam him against a tree. "Son of a half troll," the pirate spat, sheathing his sword.

Jillian relaxed for a second before Robinson ran over and grabbed her shoulders and shook her. "Jill! Did he hurt you? What were you thinking coming here by yourself?"

"I'm fine," she managed shakily, but he didn't look as if he believed her. "I'm glad you-LOOK OUT!"

Jillian pushed Robinson out of the way as the man flung a hidden dagger at the pirate's unguarded back. She thrust her hand forward and a blast of ice magic knocked him back against the tree, sending the knife into the river. He gasped as ice traveled across his torso, arms, and legs, pining him to the bark.

"Bad form, " Robinson panted. "You disgrace the name of the Merry Men, Travis."

Travis snarled then his eyes widened as recognition flooded his face. "Wait! I've seen this girl before." Jillian went pale.

"You're wrong," she said as bravely as she could.

"I have seen you before. From the WANTED posters in Nottingham. You're that Grimm girl who escaped prison!" He smiled. "And I also happen to recall seeing a poster about a certain pirate captain."

Robinson stepped forward. "If you know what's good for you, you'll keep your mouth shut!"

"But some extra coins does sound pretty good for me," Travis said. "Your old man said to leave you alone, but what's the harm if he never finds out?"

Robinson grabbed Jillian's wrist and pulled her away from the trapped man. "Move!" The two broke into a run as they ran through theforest, back to camp.

"Are we leaving now?" she asked, nearly tripping over a root.

"Yes. I unfortunately can't kill Travis as it would send all of the Merry Men after us. So he will tell those who will listen about the bounties on our heads."

Jillian batted branches out of her face with her free hand. "Are the others ready?"

"We're pirates! We're always ready to run! Now be quiet so I can think."

"Robinson?"

"What?"

"Thank you."