Amelia watched as the Atlanteans helped her crew load the ship with rare treasures and extra supplies as a last show of gratitude toward the sailors who'd saved them. The scene held a surrealism that Amelia never realized until just now, when their moment of glory was nearly over: All the citizens of this mythical planet gathered together to see the Legacy off, singing their praises and showering them with gifts, even telling them they were always welcome to come back. This was an honor that no sailing crew had ever imagined possible, and yet it was happening to her and her own crew right now. The elusive Atlanteans were finally coming out of the shadows, and the crew of the Legacy was to be thanked for it. This would go down in the history books.

Amelia had called the Grand Councilwoman of the Galactic Federation to inform her of the past few days' events, and to let her know to send envoys, a clean-up crew, architects, doctors, and a search party to find the remains of Hook's ship and crew. The Grand Councilwoman gladly obliged, and congratulated Amelia for her work saving Atlantis. Amelia offered to stay grounded and guard the planet until the Galactic Federation's team arrived, but the Grand Councilwoman insisted that the Legacy take off as soon as possible to make up for lost time on their voyage. She assured Amelia that the envoys would arrive within a few hours time, and that Kida could care for her people for that long.

Amazingly, Kida seemed unafraid of what ruling the planet would entail. Since coming out of her trance while bonded to the Heart of Atlantis, she seemed more eager to take on her father's title, and to create progress on Atlantis by communicating more openly and often with the Federation. Amelia wondered what Kida must have learned while bonded to the Heart, what the Great Kings must have told her to make her so confident now.

Amelia took one last glance around at the merriment- some natives cheering, some crying, over their departing saviors; her crew members continually receiving praise and tokens of thanks and snapping photo after photo with the cheerful Atlanteans (whether for ship records or for personal reasons)- before deciding to go see Kida and speak with her one last time. She paused, however, when she came near the young Queen and saw her in Tarzan's embrace, their foreheads pressed together. Amelia's ears quirked upward in apparent surprise and intrigue.

"I wish you didn't have to go..." Kida whispered to him, looking sadly down at their entangled hands. She peered slyly up at him, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "You know, the position of my royal advisor is still open."

Tarzan smiled back at her and said lowly, "The offer's very tempting... I do wish I could stay." His expression became slightly more somber and he reached up both hands to cradle her face. "But I have responsibilities elsewhere, for now. I promise you, I will come back." He lifted his face to press a kiss to her forehead.

Kida bit her lip before throwing her arms around his neck and attacking his lips with hers. Tarzan stood there wide-eyed for a moment, shocked by the brazen display of affection that earned cheers from a few people around. Then, he melted into the kiss, closing his eyes and pulling Kida impossibly close.

Amelia smirked and turned away, figuring that Kida had had enough goodbyes for one day and that they'd be in touch through the Galactic Federation any way. Amelia headed back toward the ship, pausing when she noticed Robin leaning against the boarding ramp, giving her that sneaky smile of his.

Amelia playfully narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms. "What are you thinking, Robin Hood?"

Robin chuckled and shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean, Captain." He tipped his hat toward her in the most respectful manner he could manage.

Amelia tipped her head to one side, her nose twitching. "Well, it must be something making you smirk like that."

Robin watched her in amusement for a moment, then nodded in the direction of Tarzan and Kida, who'd still not pried themselves away from each other. "They're quite cute, aren't they?"

Amelia chuckled and started up the boarding ramp. "Right, adorable." She stopped so that she stood next to him, peering down at him from her elevated position without an ounce of her usual superiority. "The Queen of Atlantis and her wild sailor. They'll write romance novels about it, I'm sure."

"And have you ever had a romance worth writing about?" Robin joked, but there was a familiar mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Amelia laughed haughtily and turned away to head onto the ship. "No, nothing so awe-inspiring as all that." Amelia headed into the cargo hold and up the stairs to the deck. She paused when she spotted Pocahontas crouching near the side of the ship, occasionally peeking out to scan the jubilant crowd discretely. Amelia smirked and crouched down herself, sneaking silently up next to Pocahontas. Once she was close enough, she whispered, "Who are you hiding from?"

Pocahontas started slightly, then turned to give Amelia a sharp look. "No one."

"Are you sure it's not the young man from the village who's absolutely in love with you?" Amelia hissed conspiratorially.

Pocahontas sighed and stood up, prompting the Captain to stand as well. Amelia crossed her arms smugly over her chest.

"I'm not hiding from anyone. See?" Pocahontas said, walking confidently along the deck for emphasis.

Amelia followed her and said in a knowing tone, "Ah, so you were just keeping an eye out to see if he would be joining us?"

Pocahontas turned to narrow her dark eyes at the Feline, who was biting her lip on a smile. Pocahontas asked in mild annoyance, "How are you so intuitive about matters of the heart despite being so frigid?"

Amelia gasped theatrically. "You think I'm frigid?"

Pocahontas opened her mouth to deliver a rye response, but Amelia cut her off.

"Nevermind that. Tell me why you're trying to escape Kenai."

"I'm not trying to escape."

"What is it, then?"

"Why do you keep asking?" Pocahontas asked in exasperation.

"I just need to know if there's some personal conflict between you two before I hire him to join my crew." Amelia replied nonchalantly.

"There's no conflict."

"Aside from the pair of you being in hopeless, star-crossed love?"

Pocahontas groaned and threw up her hands in frustration. "Amelia!"

"I suppose I'm being rather unprofessional..." Amelia confessed, hardly seeming sorry about it.

"Yes, a tad." Pocahontas replied.

"But I just don't feel comfortable with there being any drama between my crew members."

"There won't be any drama because Kenai is not a crew member." Pocahontas stated, obviously torn about how to feel about that. She cast a quick glance over the side of the ship at the milling crowd. "If he hasn't arrived by now, his decision is made..."

Amelia watched Pocahontas's falling expression. "So, you're just going to leave without saying goodbye?"

Pocahontas turned to her with a guarded expression. "I'm not going to make you wait to take off so I can go looking for him. I know we're on a set schedule, and he knows that I've decided to go with or without him."

"I do know that."

Amelia and Pocahontas both whipped around to see Kenai standing behind them with a smirk. Amelia bit her lip on a grin and strutted away, toward her quarters. Pocahontas gawked at Kenai for a moment, obviously shocked. She'd never believed he would be willing to leave his family or Atlantis, even for her. Now he stood before her, carrying one sack slung over his left shoulder, only about two-thirds filled with the few belongings he had to his name.

"Thanks for waiting up." He joked, half-heartedly. The slightly hurt look in his eyes made Pocahontas wonder how much of that conversation he'd actually heard.

Pocahontas looked him over for a moment. "You actually came?"

He shrugged. "I figured it made sense for the crew that saved us to have Atlantean ambassadors to vouch for them."

Pocahontas raised an eyebrow. "And I don't count?"

"Well, not to boast but..." He fished something out of his pocket. "The Queen did give me an official badge." He flashed an ornate metal disc of silvery-blue and mossy green at her, the official emblem of the Atlantean government etched into the earthen surface. Pocahontas laughed a little, hardly believing her eyes. Only full-blooded Atlantean natives had ever been allowed to have one of these.

Kenai stuck the badge onto his coat's lapel, so that it was nestled comfortably in the white fur. He looked at her in bemusement. "If you'd stuck around a little longer, you might have gotten one, too."

Pocahontas sighed. "Kenai-"

"Kenai?!"

They both turned to see Tiger Lily running toward them excitedly, giggling. Behind her, a group of younger sailors lingered behind, watching as she threw her arms around Kenai's waste while her mother watched in mild surprise.

Kenai chuckled and hugged the girl back.

Tiger Lily reared back and stared up at him hopefully. "Are you coming too?"

Kenai and Pocahontas shared a look before he grinned down at Tiger Lily. "Of course I am! I wouldn't miss this for the world."

"Where are your brothers?" Tiger Lily asked, looking around expectantly.

"You know, they couldn't make it this time around. Had some important stuff to take care of at home. But we'll be back to see them again, right?"

"Sure!"

"Tiger, why don't you go play with your new friends. Hmm?" Pocahontas cut in gently.

"Okay, mother!" Tiger Lily turned and ran off with the other kids.

Pocahontas and Kenai watched her go, both smiling.

"You know... She may miss home eventually." Kenai murmured after a moment.

Pocahontas shook her head. "Only time will tell. But... Atlantis was never truly our home. I think there may be a more promising place for her, elsewhere."

"For her or for you?"

"Maybe for all of us."

It wasn't long before the goodbyes were over and the Legacy had to take off. Every citizen of Atlantis was gathered on the ground, just far enough away to not be blown off their feet by the ship lifting off. The crew on board and the Atlanteans below waved and shouted their final farewell as the proud vessel drifted steadily upward and out of the atmosphere. The Sentinels watched the ship go on its way into deep space before clapping their hands together in unison, beginning to reform the force field that would protect the planet.

Meanwhile, far below the planet's surface, hidden away under the black waters of the cavern that had supposedly swallowed the Legacy's worst enemies, the crew of the Jolly Roger was very much alive. And they'd spent the past 12 hours stubbornly pressing on to repair their ship (and themselves) after the crash. They were concealed within what was basically a giant air bubble, being held around the ship by Eris and Ursula. Meanwhile, Grimhiilde and Vanessa were working rapidly to stitch the worst injuries and Sadira was being directed by Jafar to telekinetically move the rocks overhead. Maleficent, Facilier and Gaston were nearly finished repairing the ship, and they'd need a speedy escape from this chasm if they wanted to catch the Legacy in time.

"We'll be in the air in a matter of minutes." Maleficent assured Hook, grunting slightly from the exertion it took to hoist a wooden beam into place. Even with her power, it was physically taxing to move anything after the few days they'd had. And, on top of that, the oxygen was running low.

Hook looked over at where "Lady" Tremaine and her two wretched daughters were uselessly standing by. "Go let Cruella know to prepare for take-off."

The older woman nodded stonily and turned sharply away, heading toward the ship. Her twin girls- Anastasia and Drizella- scurried after her aboard the ship. Hook heard Maleficent grunt again and turned to see her nearly collapse. With one swift step, he reached her in time and caught her before she could fall. She gazed up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. The dragon tattoo writhed around her shoulder and hissed unhappily, then slithered away to hide somewhere on her back. Maleficent seemed close to fainting.

"You need to take a minute to rest, luv." Hook muttered, looking her over for any obvious signs of damage. From what he could tell, she was overcome by fatigue. The battle yesterday had been hard on them all, but Maleficent was one of the ones who faired the worst. Plus, her body was sensitive to this planet's atmosphere in a way that the others' weren't.

"I'm fine, dear... really..." She whispered, reaching languidly up with one slim hand to stroke his cheek. But she still hung limply in his arms.

Hook gave her a stern look, then lifted her up and carried her toward the ship. He felt a pair of venomous green eyes boring into his back and pointedly ignored them. He glanced to his left and whistled to catch the attention of Vanessa, who was bandaging Smee's arm nearby.

"You, girl. Come tend to Maleficent in my quarters." He commanded in a tone that left no room for argument or hesitation.

Vanessa nodded and stood up immediately to follow him on board. Hook regarded her with an icy stare before turning to lead her to his room. He laid Maleficent on the bed and stepped quickly away, granting Vanessa a wide birth. Vanessa ducked her head and avoided his gaze as she passed him, then sat on the side of the bed to aid Maleficent. Hook turned abruptly to leave, And Vanessa couldn't help glancing over her shoulder to watch him go with a curious look.

Hook stalked up to the helm to find Cruella and the Tremaine women waiting for his command. And behind them, Ratcliffe and Clayton were guarding Helga, who was sitting on her knees with her arms bound painfully behind her back. She glared up at the Captain, who briefly narrowed his eyes at her before looking sharply at Cruella and asking, "Where's Medusa?"

"In Engineering with Snoops and Lefou."

"Why don't the four of you go join her." It was not a question, or a suggestion. It was an order.

Cruella and the Tremaines filed out of the room. Drizella sneered at Helga on the way out, while Anastasia regarded her with slight apprehension before following the other women out.

Helga stared up at Hook, who had turned to her and crossed his arms.

"Are you going to execute me now...Captain? " She asked, practically spitting out the last word.

He tilted his head back so that he was looking down his nose at her. Even with the top half of his face thrown into shadow under the brim of his hat, his blue eyes were no less piercing. Practically glowing in the dark.

"I don't know yet." He growled. "I'm very tempted to make an example out of you. You were Rourke's partner, after all. And he is...noticeably absent. However..." He started to walk toward her now.

Ratcliffe made a point to grip Helga's shoulder to hold her still. Clayton rolled hos eyes, knowing it was pointless. Helga wouldn't retreat, or show any kind of fear or weakness. Even when forced to her knees, she stood her ground. And now she was evenly holding Hook's gaze without so much as blinking.

Hook watched her for a moment, letting it remain silent while he weighed his options. It was impossible for anyone in the room to know what was going through his head. His face was like a blank mask.

He suddenly took a deep breath, stirring the other three into discomfort. Helga felt Ratcliffe's grip on her shoulder tighten at the sound, as though the sudden noise had unnerved him. She almost smirked, but refrained, never looking away from Hook.

"Everyone saw how Rourke paid for his folly... I told him if this little mission failed, I would kill him. Now, I could put you in his place for your conspiring with him. Could leave you at the bottom of this chasm and let the water bury you while we ship off to have our revenge. But..." He paused to tilt his head to the side. "You have proven yourself very useful to me in the past. I think you're actually a greater asset to me now than Rourke ever was. It would be a waste to leave you for dead. And I know you won't disappoint me again." He slowly bent down and leaned forward so that his nose was barely a centimeter from Helga's. "Because your life depends on it."

Helga furrowed her brow in understanding.

Hook chuckled lowly and stood upright. "That's right. I'll spare your life, in return for your loyalty and your service. A mutually beneficial arrangement, since it's not like you have anywhere else to go, and I can't afford to be without enough in my crew. Besides, you're far better at the helm than Cruella. So...what'll it be?"

Hook already knew how this would go. Helga wasn't an idiot. And she only had two major concerns in her life: survival, and making money. Both of those things were riding on this ship, and in his good graces.

Helga smirked. "I would be honored to remain on this ship, Captain Hook." Despite the sardonic tone, he knew she was reveling in getting a second chance.

He nodded. "Anything else you'd like to add?"

Helga's expression turned sour. She gritted her teeth and forced out the words, "Thank you...for sparing my life. I am in your debt."

"That's right, girl." He muttered, a dangerously amused gleam in his eye. He looked up at Ratcliffe and Clayton. "Release her."

Ratcliffe removed his hand from Helga's shoulder and Clayton quickly untied her. Helga sighed as she rose to her feet, examining her chapped wrists.

Higgins suddenly ran into the room, making them all look at him expectantly.

"The folks in engineering say that we are fully prepared for lift-off. Everyone else is boarding now, as the ship has been fully reassembled. And Eris and Ursula will hold the shield until you command otherwise, Captain." Higgins said urgently, taking a deep bow in front of Hook.

Ratcliffe gritted his teeth at the sight of his own henchman showing the pirate so much respect. Clayton noticed this and smirked to himself.

Hook nodded, signaling for Higgins to scurry. The scrawny man obediently turned and left the room. After a short glare from Hook, Ratcliffe followed suit. Then, Hook turned to Helga.

"Take your position at the helm, Sinclaire. Mr. Clayton will be your navigator."

Helga nodded, raising one eyebrow, then walked over to the wheel. Clayton and Hook shared a short look before the Captain left to join the rest of the crew on the deck.

Scroop and a few other particularly ugly aliens were busy in the rigging while everyone else was bracing themselves for what could be a rocky take-off. Hook stood at the front of the ship with his arms behind his back, his left hand gripping the base of his hook in apprehension. Within moments, the Jolly Roger was unsteadily lifting off the rocky ground, and making a gradual ascension out of the dark pocket of earth that had nearly been its tomb. Once the ship had broken through the surface of the water, the air pocket that Ursula and Eris had created was safely released. A few of the folks in engineering immediately started working on bringing up the oxygen field while the ship finished its climb out of the treacherous cavern. Sadira had to avert the occasional collapsing rock, but otherwise the slow escape was uneventful. The Jolly Roger hovered in surreptitious silence below the canopy of the jungle.

"Now to follow the Legacy and finish this, once and for all..." Hook said ominously, his eyes gleaming with a feverish excitement.

"With all due respect, Captain..." Eris cut in with as demure a tone as she could pull off. "We must retrieve Hades first."

Hook turned to her, initially enraged. He had half a mind to leave Hades to rot, after the way he lost his cool during the fight and got himself ambushed in the jungle. Hook had had about enough of his ungrateful crew costing him for their own selfishness. But seeing the way Eris' yellow eyes glowed, he remembered that she wouldn't leave Hades behind without putting up a fight. Hook supposed he could just dump her here as well, but her power was too essential to just throw away. In spite of Hades' mistakes, it was better to have both of them than neither of them.

Also, the prospect of having what were basically two angry, vengeful demigods coming after him later was not ideal.

Hook sighed deeply and directed Helga to fly low toward where their battle with the Legacy had taken place. They had to be covert, but if they moved fast enough, they could still catch the sailors. And Hook could just take the sprite and whatever else he pleased. In the meantime, they couldn't be detected. Hook took solace in the sound of Atlanteans drumming and singing in the distance, nowhere near where the Jolly Roger crept through the tall trees.

"I sssee people ahead." Jafar hissed from the bow of the vessel. "Not Atlanteanss, though."

"How many?" Hook asked.

"Three... No, wait... They're kneeling over a fourth..." Jafar squinted at the group up ahead. "It'sssss Hadess! He's been found by three ssstragglers!"

"Stop here, Helga. We'll sneak up on them." Hook said darkly, sharpening his hook with a dagger. It was possible that Amelia would leave crew members to watch over things on this vulnerable planet while waiting for the Galactic Federation to step in. It seemed that vengeance would be his even sooner than he thought.

Helga stopped the ship a few yards from where Jafar had seen Hades. Hook, Maleficent, Jafar and Ursula then left the ship to retrieve Hades and, presumably, to kill whichever of Amelia's boy scouts were hanging around him. The four of them crept up behind the trio whispering over Hades, who lay unconscious on the jungle floor, their weapons drawn.

"What a pleasant surprise." Hook drawled as he stepped out of the shadows with his sword elevated, hiding his metal appendage behind his back. His three companions followed suit, surrounding the enemy with weapons trained on their skulls. It only took a second for them all to realize that they didn't recognize these three people who hovered over their fallen crewmate. These were perfect strangers, and certainly didn't look the part of any sailor aboard the Legacy.

One of them, a middle-aged woman with the wiry silver curls of hair cascading around a haggard face- though it whispered a tale of faintly lingering beauty- and gray eyes to match, stepped forward with her hands raised in surrender. Her companions- a set of red-headed twin ruffians- begrudgingly followed suit.

"We were just trying to help him." The woman explained, slowly backing away so that Hook had a direct line of sight to Hades. She continued, "He's lucky we found him in this state. If he had been alone much longer-"

"Save it." Hook gruffly cut in. He nodded at Ursula and Jafar, who quickly stepped forward to retrieve Hades while Maleficent stood protectively at her Captain's side. Hook and Maleficent stayed on the defense while Jafar and Ursula heaved the unconscious, mumbling Hades off the jungle floor and started to carry him back to the ship. Once they were further away from the strangers, Hook decided to initiate conversation.

"Who are you?" He demanded.

"My name is Gothel." She supplied obediently. "My associates are the Stabbington brothers. Two of the most successful criminals on my planet, perhaps in the whole galaxy. They would be of great assistance to you aboard your vessel."

Hook examined the two men with guarded interest, then locked his gaze on her once more. "Well then it seems they're the ones of use to me, not you. Unless...you have something more interesting to bring to the table?"

Gothel's expression took a devious turn. "We saw your ship go down. You took quite a hit. Undoubtedly, much of your crew is worse for wear?"

"We have an excellent doctor aboard." Hook replied warily.

"What if I told you I have a more expedient option?" Gothel smugly asked, her eyes lighting up as she looked at him, practically daring him to not be intrigued.

Hook merely raised one eyebrow, signaling for her to continue.

She obliged. "Aboard the Legacy, there's a girl. My daughter, Rapunzel. She possesses the power to heal any wound. I would even be so bold to say that she could revive the dead, if pushed hard enough." Gothel explained dramatically. "With her power, you and your crew would be invincible."

"You've now given me her name and location. What's stopping me from killing you and getting her myself?" Hook asked bluntly.

"I'm the only one who knows how to activate and wield her power." Gothel said with obvious pride. "Without me, she is nothing to you. We're a package deal, sweetheart. And, you should know, I am very resourceful. And now determined to settle my personal vendetta against the Legacy and take my daughter back from them..." Gothel did her best to appear despairing, and though Hook could see right through the act, he did find her commitment admirable. "Nothing can get in the way of a mother's love, Captain. I assure you, bring me aboard, and I will be forever grateful and committed to your cause. I'll prove my usefulness any way I can if it means getting Rapunzel back." Her gray eyes darkened like storm clouds. "And if that also means killing every last one of the sailors aboard the Legacy, so be it."

Hook tilted his head back, silently regarding her for a moment. He did appreciate her conviction. Although he didn't trust her nearly as far as he could throw her, she made an interesting offer. And the Jolly Roger could use the extra hands...

"I like her..." Maleficent practically purred in his ear, smirking.

Hook nodded almost imperceptibly. "That settles it, then. The three of you come with us."

It was a quick take-off, even by Hook's standards. The Jolly Roger rose above the tree-line and turned upward, sailing after the Legacy at break-neck speed. At one point, Helga tried to tell Hook that they should take their vessel's dilapidated state into consideration, but he rashly blew her off, solely focused on catching up to Amelia. Helga gritted her teeth on her objections and followed orders. They were too far behind to be seen by those aboard the Legacy, or even to show up on their radar. Still, Eris made good use of her powers to make the ship appear invisible. It was one of her specialties, tricking the eye or altering the mind to get by.

For a few tense moments, it seemed that they wouldn't be fast enough to make it through the planet's force field before it closed. And their slap-dash repairs on their ship were proving to be impermanent. The Jolly Roger was pulling apart as it tore its way into space. Then, just when it seemed that things couldn't get any worse, the final burst of speed it took to clear the force field (barely- it nearly closed on the ship's tail, clipping them and causing still more surface damage as well as just about crushing their thrusters) was the final thing to kill their engines. The Jolly Roger was as crumpled as a paper crane, left floating just far enough from the Sentinal's perifory to avoid detection and, most likely, immediate evaporation. Hook ground his teeth in rage as he was forced to watch the Legacy disappear from view. Just like that, revenge had escaped him. He turned to glare at Helga, who he could tell wanted more than anything to say "I told you so", but refrained for both of their benefits.

"I'll calculate their trajectory so that we can follow them as soon as systems are back up." Helga said precisely, already clicking away on her navigation board. "You'll have to talk to engineering to find out how long it'll take, though."

"For all our sakes, it better not be too long." Hook growled. "No one on this ship is going to eat, sleep, or even blink until we catch up to those bastards and get the sprite."

Agrabah...

The Sultan paced back and forth in front of his throne, devastated. "Where could she be? Was it a kidnapping? Is there a ransom?"

"We have no way of knowing at this point, Sultan. We'e investigating now." The captain of the palace guards explained. Jasmine had been missing for almost three days now.

"There's no way of telling if she's alive! Jafar is still out there somewhere, you know! He could make an attempt on her life!"

"I understand, but-"

"Wait." Sultan paused, raising one hand to call for silence. Something had occurred to him. "You first realized she was gone after the sailing vessel left our atmosphere?"

"Well, yes. I found it odd that she wasn't present for the take-off, since she's usually so interested in those types of things. When I checked her room, she was gone."

"I should have known... The Legacy is a cover. They're pirates, working with Jafar and the Jolly Roger! "

The guard raised his eyebrows, skeptical of the idea. "I don't think that-"

"She's with them, I'm sure of it! They've taken her! They'll turn her over to Jafar if we don't find them in time!"

The guard frowned as something else dawned on him. "Sir, if Jafar really is after the Princess, he'll use her against you. He'll force her to be his unless you turn your throne over to him. We can't let that happen!"

"And we must save my daughter!"

"I'll lock onto the Legacy's trajectory and follow them immediately. If nothing else, they'll lead us to the Jolly Roger. Jafar may know something we don't."

"If any of them give you any trouble, destroy them! Anything to bring Jasmine back to me!"

The Legacy...

"Where to next, Captain?" Eric asked as he, Hercules, Dr. Doppler, Mr. Porter, Sinbad, Phoebus, John, Merlin and his owl sat with Amelia in her office.

Amelia tapped her claws against the top of her desk, thinking it over. "I've been considering recruiting more crewmates..."

John's eyebrows popped up in surprise. "Really?"

"Well, we certainly have the room. And I think we should consider having more trained fighters aboard. Hook and his crew aren't the only ones of their kind, you know..."

"Right. So, what are you thinking?" Sinbad asked.

"Maybe not more sailors, but..." She looked over at Phoebus. "Soldiers."

Phoebus furrowed his brow for a moment in confusion. Then, it dawned on him. He rolled his eyes. "Oh."

"Can you get us in?" Amelia asked expectantly.

He sighed. "Maybe with a little smooth-talking... Regardless, they won't be very welcoming."

"Just do your best." She said with a wink.

Phoebus nodded and stood up. "Come on, Eric. I'll put in the coordinates."

"What, don't the rest of us get to know?" Sinbad demanded.

"That information is classified." Phoebus snapped before leading Eric out the door.

Sinbad scoffed. "Unbelievable."

"Where is it that we're going, my dear?" Mr. Porter asked.

Amelia gave them all a smug look. "Where the best soldiers in the galaxy are molded, father."