It was unexpected, when Cordelia left her room only to find herself on the bustling streets of an old time port town she'd never seen before. What was even more unexpected was when she found herself irresistibly drawn to the plant leading to a very typical pirate ship. It was only when the ship pulled away from the dock, not even ten minutes later, that she realized she'd managed to get on just before their departure to... well, frankly, Cordelia had no idea where they were headed.

"Well, that's just great," she sighed. "At least it's sunny and beautiful. Maybe I can pretend I'm in Cancun until something inevitably goes wrong. Since, apparently, that's the story of my life this week!"

Cordelia plopped down on a pre-formed wooden bench, propping one hand up on the port side railing. The rolling seas were something to behold, a calming change from the dark and strange floors of the mansion.