Mid-case scenario, Frederick dies, and we don’t get booted from the script and we have to find some sorcerer or something in this world who can help us figure out a way to get back home. We may have to resort to some piracy to pay for him, but luckily James has a whole pirate ship and crew and eventually we get back home and can get some therapy and go back to barely knowing each other.
Either way, so long as Frederick dies tonight, I’m not dying tomorrow. Sorry, Frederick, but you’re just a sacrifice I’m going to have to make.
James seems to be resolved in his assassination mission and strides forward without glancing back. It’s likely that he just wants to get this over with as soon as possible so that he can hurry up and stuff this whole ordeal into one of the boxes he loves so much.
Frederick stops dancing as James gets closer, he is frowning as if trying to place who he is. I guess I wouldn’t expect a pirate captain to just waltz into my ball, still dressed as a pirate with only a flimsy mask to hide his identity. The level of confusion and denial that Frederick is feeling must be the only reason that he hesitates.
Which gives James the opportunity to pull his hand out of his pocket. He keeps the dagger hidden behind his arm till suddenly he lunges. At the last second, he feints to the left so that the dagger is no longer heading toward Naia, but Frederick.
I can’t help the triumphant grin breaking across my face. It’s too fast, the plot won’t be able to react, of that much I am certain. It already had a plan to save Naia, Fredrick was supposed to throw himself in front of the dagger and get stabbed in a non-vital area instead, but now the dagger is heading for him in the first place.
Just as that thought crosses my mind, Naia yelps and with lightning-fast reflexes, throws herself in front of Frederick. The dagger that had been aimed for his heart, sinks into her shoulder instead.
Naia cries out, James yells, Frederick roars, I think I make a combination of the three noises, as Naia slumps forward and James jumps back.
Frederick catches Naia with one arm at the same time James throws his hands up. “I’m so sorry, that wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. I was only trying to kill you, not hurt anyone—” he doesn’t get to finish his jumbled explanation because the next second Frederick pulls back his other arm and socks James in the jaw.
Unlike Captain Hook who fought off half the ballroom before finally being detained in the original script, James drops like a lump of clay, out like a light.
I slap a palm against my forehead. Of course, it ended up being the worst-case scenario. The very one I didn’t even want to consider.
Frederick lives, James gets caught, and I still have a date with destiny to become his sword’s new sheath.
