Buffy sat upright in her bed, clearing her head.

"You all right?" the male next to her asked in a sleep tinged voice.

Buffy shook her head. "You know, I just had the weirdest dream."

"You did?" he asked, turning towards her. "What happened?"

"Well..."

Captain Lindsey McDonald, decorated member of the British Navy, could not contain his enjoyment at returning to his betrothed, the fair Lady Cordelia Chase.

Now all he had to do was to get past Admiral Rupert Giles without being handed yet another mission.

He walked resolutely toward the Naval Port, prisoner in hand. The prisoner was Wesley Wyndham-Price, a former manor lord who had escaped numerous gambling debts by faking his debt and turning to piracy.

Maybe Admiral Giles would give him a vacation for this apprehension, since Mr. Wyndham-Price owed the Admiral money.

"I have a prisoner," Captain McDonald told the man stationed outside Admiral Giles' office. "I also have express orders to turn him over to the Admiral immediately."

The man stationed there, Alexander Harris, was an ex-beau of Lady Chase. But instead of jealousy towards Captain McDonald, he held admiration for him.

Alexander straightened to full attention. "You shall be allowed entry at once," he said, smiling slightly before opening the door to Admiral Giles' office.

Captain McDonald smiled back. "Thank you."

"Not a problem."

Admiral Giles' office was dark, filled with darkly stained heavy wood furniture, very little lighting, and no windows.

"Captain, did you retrieve Wyndham-Price yet?" the Admiral asked without lifting his head from one of the many musty books he was fond of.

"Aye, sir. Prisoner is in the room."

The Admiral looked up. "Wyndham-Price, you owe me a lot of money. What's to keep me from collecting my debt in blood?"

"I know where...where...the pirate Bu...Bu..."

"Buffy Summers?" Captain McDonald prodded.

"Aye, sir. I know where Buffy Sum...Summers is, your kind sirs. She's off the coast of England, planning an attack on boats heading in from the new land."

"America, you mean?" Admiral Giles asked.

"Aye."

Admiral Giles looked at Captain McDonald, then at Wyndham-Price. "Very well. Captain, escort this man to your ship. You will be leaving immediately in search of the pirate Buffy Summers. Take Harris with you."

"But, Admiral...my upcoming wedding..."

"You will be back in time for it. If you work diligently enough." Admiral Giles waved his hand. "That will be all."

Captain McDonald roughly turned Wyndham-Price towards the door. He walked out of the door, opened by Alexander, and grimaced. "Alexander, pack your things. We're off to find Buffy Summers."