Sofia's heart was racing as Ryker's eyes gleamed with excitement. "You're going to pose as a noblewoman, wife," he said, his voice low. "We'll sail into the Royal Navy's stronghold, and you'll charm your way past the guards."
Sofia's mind was spinning. She was an actress, wasn't she? She could do this. But what if she got caught?
Ryker handed her a dress, a beautiful gale of silk and lace. "Wear this, and remember, you're a noblewoman. Act like you own the place."
Sofia changed, her heart pounding in her chest.
She looked in the mirror, and a stranger stared back. Who was this woman?
As they sailed into the stronghold, Sofia's nerves were on edge. This was it. This was the moment.
Ryker's voice was low in her ear. "Remember, wife, you're a noblewoman. You're here to visit your
'uncle', Admiral Jenkins."
Sofia nodded, her heart pounding. She could do this
The ship docked, and Sofia took a deep breath.
She was a noblewoman, wasn't she? She walked down the gangplank, her head held high.
The guards looked her up and down, their faces expressionless. "Name and business?" one of them growled.
Sofia smiled, her voice sweet. "Lady Sophia, here to visit my uncle, Admiral Jenkins."
The guard's face didn't change, but he nodded, and stepped aside. "Welcome, Lady Sophia."
Sofia's heart skipped a beat. She'd done it.
As she walked into the stronghold, Ryker's men slipped past the guards, their movements swift and silent. They were in.
But where was the Golden Anchor?