Sofia's heart was racing as she made her way to the Admiral's quarters. She was a noblewoman, wasn't she? She could do this.
The Admiral's servant, a grizzled old man, looked her up and down. "Ah, Lady Sophia, 'e's expecting you."
Sofia smiled, her voice sweet. "Thank you, good man. I'll just go in, shall I?"
The servant nodded, and stepped aside. Sofia took a deep breath, and opened the door.
The Admiral looked up, a smile on his face. "Ah, Sophia, my dear. Come in, come in."
Sofia's heart was pounding. Where was the Golden Anchor?
As she approached the Admiral's desk, she saw it.
A small, gleaming anchor, sitting on a velvet cushion.
Sofia's heart skipped a beat. This was it.
But just as she was about to grab it, the door burst open. "Ah-ah, I think not, Lady Sophia," a voice said.
Sofia's heart sank. It was Arin.