Elise's mind raced; she had no idea that Captain Archibell had a brother who was in a lofty naval position.

Whyte was the only member of the gang who didn't flinch over the admiral's presence. He whipped his switchblade around to face the admiral. His mouth spread in a crooked grin,nearly as wide as his scar. "I'm going to pay you back, admiral. For the gift you gave me across my nose!"

The admiral did a complex fencing twirl with his sword, and somehow managed not to chop his fingers off--It left Elise dazzled. The admiral chuckled. "That scar is what happens when you're a knife guy and not a nice guy. Perhaps you'd like a matching one along your big mouth!"

Whyte growled with the ferocity of an ocean predator. "How would you like one across your neck, OLD MAN!"

"Old man!" The admiral squawked. "I'm only 36!"

The admiral leveled his sword with his attacker. "Now you've really enraged this admiral! Prepare for corporal punishment!"

"I'd like to see you try," Whyte roared, brandishing the teeth on his shark shaped switchblade. "Prepare for my shark attack!"

Whyte charged with his knife in front of him. Elise shielded her eyes and screamed. Whyte had lunged so fast that there was no time for the admiral to avoid him.

But instead of a scream there was a "huh?"

Elise opened her eyes to find the admiral behind Whyte. His sword was right at the scoundrel's back.

"What did you do?" Whyte gasped.

"It's called a parry," the admiral said. "It's a basic manuever they teach you at the academy of naval arts. It's a shame you couldn't attend, you sword fighting illiterate!"

"Why you!" Whyte roared, but the admiral took his sword and sliced the rogue's shark-fin pompadour clean off.

As the hair fell around him, the rogue bemoaned the loss of his beloved hair. "I can't believe you did that to me...On swinging singles night too!"

Whyte threw his blade on the ground, broke into tears and ran off crying.

The admiral chuckled to Elise. "I guess he was more shark than bite!"

Elise blinked twice in confusion and he patted her on the head. "Or something like that!"

He turned to the other Land Sharks. They looked on in horror as their leader was taken down. The admiral positioned his rapier over the shark knife on the ground. "I warn you," the admiral growled. "Knife guys finish last!"

The Land Sharks all looked at each other before crying, "For Master Whyte!"

As numerous gang members propelled themselves at Elise and the Admiral, he turned to Elise and said, "here comes the calvary!"

The admiral blew a whistle and several soldiers, also clad in sea green, charged through the gate. "And here comes my calvary," the admiral smiled.

As the Land Sharks did battle with the naval officers, the admiral scooped Elise and carried her to safety.

Getting away from the battle, the admiral rested Elise down by a bunch of tents At last, Elise had finally reached the market place. She marveled at merchants from all over the globe marketing sea faring trinkets and tools beneath a bevy of multi colored tents.

Elise knew she'd find a sail in no time. But first, she thanked her hero. "Thank you!" She said with a curtsy of her sundress. "You really pulled me out of a miserable mess!"

The admiral ruffled her hair again. In a way it reminded her of the captain. "Not a problem," he said gallantly and he chuckled. "Patting kids on the head and telling yourself you did a good job. That's what being an admiral is all about."

As he chortled to himself, Elise smiled at him, "It's funny, but I know your brother, Captain Archibell."

The admiral raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Huh kid. I've got no idea what you're talking about. My brother?"

"Yessity yes," Elise nodded. "He's a great sea captain and pirate! We already sailed over from Prospect Island."

The admiral ran his hand through his frizzy afro. "Kid. I dunno what you're talking about. I'm an only child, albiet one that was brought up to be the greatest sea admiral ever...and a half!"

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Now Elise was really confused but she took his hand, remaining insistent. "I'll show you myself! But first we need to get a sail for our ship because the last one was ruined in a storm."

She lead him into the market place desperately searching for a sail. But even more, her mind was occupied with another thought. How did the admiral not know he had a twin brother?

The admiral and the young girl strolled through the stands. "So tater tot," the admiral said. "What makes you think this unruly pirate is my long lost brother?"--the admiral flashed a shiny white grin--"is he as studly as me?"

"Actually," Elise said, her face dotted with rosy dimples. "He is. But you don't have his messy hair or face scratchies."

The admiral slapped his knee and gave a hearty laugh. It was as nasally as the captain's squawk but slightly more haughty. "As if, tater tot. The ocean exists as one giant mirror to reflect my chocolate-y smooth features."

The young girl giggled and rolled her eyes. "He's just as full of himself as you are!"

"Touche," the admiral said. "But I still don't know why you think some scruffy sea dog shares the kind of respectable life as this modern major admiral!"

As they passed one of the stands, a pink and a green fishysauz peddled red fish meat beneath a sign reading, "Luna's Tuna"

"Come and get it," the pink one called in a honey sweet voice. "It's as fresh off the boat as I am!"

Elise assumed that she was Luna. Luna took one look at the admiral and immediately hid her face and started crying. The green fishysauz, equally tall, but possessing slightly more chiseled featured stormed up to the admiral. His voice was gruff and deep, "You're the land dwelling scoundrel who broke my sister's heart!"

The fishman wound up his hand and slapped Archibell so hard he fell over. "Owch," he squawked helplessly.

The pink Luna smiled through her tears. "That's right, finslap him, big bro!"

Luna's brother casually cleaned his fins and walked back to their stall. Elise rubbed the dazed admiral's shoulder. "Ok kid," he said standing up. "I'm starting to believe there is a Captain Archibell guy!"

The admiral and Elise reached an enormous stand. It was so big it was built into a nearby building. Elise's vision was soon filled with marine merchandise, including a bronze diver's helmet, a cobalt anchor and pink pieces of coral harvested from the ocean itself. The banner above them read, 'Kolama's Kollectables'.

"This is perfect!" Elise exclaimed. "They have a sail here for suresies! But where is the clerk?"

Suddenly, the diver's helmet began to vibrate and rise from the table. Elise squeaked as a man's face rose up into the helmet and his body towered over her.

The man was large; his face was wide and a sunbaked brown. He sported a light blue buttoned up shirt that bulged out with his big belly. It was printed with orange ocean reefs

"Aloha!" he exclaimed in a big jolly voice, "What is this little sea urchin doing in my shop?"

Elise grinned. "You must be Kolama. Do you have any sails by chance?"

Kolama chuckled. "A boatload!"

He held up two large starfish embedded with metal hooks. "I've slashed the price of these classy star fish earrings to seven gold pieces."

"Ooh I like those!" Elise said but the admiral nudged her.

"Oops!" Elise gasped, "I mean, do you have any sails for a boat?"

Kolama gave a belly laugh. "Why yes, little urchin" and he pointed to a large white tarp with quilt-like patches on it. "It's a bit patchy, but I'll sell it to you for fifty gold pieces."

Elise opened up her stolen wallet. Only ten pieces fell out.

"Sorry urchin," Kolama said shaking his head. "I don't run a charity, not even for cute little children like you...unless…"

Kolama's eyes fixed on Elise's necklace. "Unless you throw in that rare 29 karet triploon."

"But…" Elise said, suddenly covering up her neck. "It's my mom's, why would I trade it for a patchy sail."

Kolama gave another belly laugh. "Why that's how business works, little urchin. I give you what you want and you give me what I want. It's called capitalism."

"More like crapitalism," Elise pouted and she looked helplessly at the Admiral.

As tears trickled from her eyes and her lips wobbled, Admiral Archibell sighed, removed a sack from his belt and plopped it on the table. Kolama giggled as he counted the pieces of gold. "I can see fifty/fifty!" he laughed. "Do you need someone to help you with the sail? It's a large one."

Elise nodded and Kolama blew a whistle. Two tall men in matching coral reef shirts showed up. Elise told them where the captain's ship was and they ran off. After bidding Kolama farewell, Elise smiled at the admiral. "Thanks for helping me!" she said and the admiral smiled back.

However, his grin was quite mischievous.

"Thank you for helping me, Elise," he snickered.

"For what?" She asked, suddenly wide eyed.

"Oh nothing," the admiral said putting his hand forward.

By the time they reached the captain's boat, Kolama's employees had already hoisted the main sail upon the Lyre. Even with its patchwork quilting, it flapped mightily in the sea breeze. Captain Archibell stood on the edge of the dock, but when he saw who Elise was with, he exclaimed, "Squadily Squids!"

The admiral let out a dastardly guffaw and blew a whistle. His solders emerged from the crowd and lined up as Elise ran over to the captain.

"Not expecting to see me here?" the admiral said smirking again. "You low-down bottom feeder."

Elise put her hands on her cheeks. "You do know him!"

"Why yes!" The admiral said, dramatically thrusting a finger in their direction. "With my masterful admiral acting skills, I managed to fool...a ten year old."

"Good job…" Elise muttered drolly. "Maybe shoot for an eleven year old next."

"Anywho!" the admiral said as the captain sweated nervously. "Today is a momentous occasion!"

The admiral glared at the captain with dagger like eyes. "Today, I have my vengeance on my brother for stealing my fiance and leading her down a life of pirate debauchery that eventually killed her!"