The next day, Heath continued her training as if nothing had happened. As if the bandage over her forehead wasn't there. As if she wasn't still finding seaweed in her hair.

But Heath's glares hardly affected Olivia for the first half of the day. She felt like she was walking through an alternate reality where she was the only one who knew the truth. She smiled, knowing that no one else had any inkling of her secret. It felt good to have a secret. To have one thing that belonged to her and her alone.

Then the magic started to wear off, and she was back on the ground again.

Her forehead was already coated in sweat. It slid into her eyes as she squinted around the deck, partially on lookout for Heath and partially looking for Fergie. She was ready to take up his offer to beat Heath's face in.

For an entire hour, the woman had literally held her face underwater for longer and longer periods of time, citing the fact that she needed to learn to hold her breath. No, assbag, I need to learn not to hang out with wannabe murderers.

Then after that, Heath told her to pick up her sword and proceeded to shred Olivia to ribbons over the next hour and a half.

About ten minutes ago, she'd told Liv to take a break and sauntered off to get a drink. Now, she was desperately avoiding her until she could find a qualified body guard.

She was bleeding from the arms, her face, stomach and legs. There was blood pooling in her boots as well. Olivia couldn't even tell if she was crying, there was so much sweat covering her face. Her entire body felt numb.

The feeling of James' arms around her was long gone. She could hardly remember what his touch felt like, what being able to breathe felt like.

That, of course was when she saw him. Heard him, actually.

About fifteen men were gathered around the mast hooting and hollering with their hands shielding their eyes from the mid-June sun.

James was scaling the mast, a knife in each hand and legs wrapped around the pole.

Her heart sped up watching him. What if he fell? Would these men be able to catch him? She took a deep breath, assuring herself that he'd probably done this before.

Olivia went to join the gaggle of crewmen after scouting around for Heath.

Bones and Andy scooted over making room for her in the ring. Up close, all she could see was James' boots clutching the wood and his pants. All around her, the noise didn't stop.

Andy elbowed her in the ribs. "Ay, say a pray'r would ye?"

"What?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

"Eh, I ain't e'r seen th' cap'n get this far o' the ground." The pirate chuckled loudly, if not with a slight edge of nervousness.

"Wait, you mean he's never actually gotten to the top of that thing?"

"Yerp."

Olivia turned her attention back to James while Andy rejoined the hollering.

He was so far away that Olivia could only see the bottoms of his boot when he lost his grip.

There was an audibly collective gasp from the crew as Captain Ramsey's boots slid down half a foot, then stopped moving. They held their breath, waiting for him to recover.

But the moment he started up again, James came rocketing back down.