The room erupted into vocal bedlam as questions arose from everyone but the Captain and Jennifer who looked at each other across the table. Julian turned his back to everyone and whispered in her ear, "I’ll make a distraction and you run for it." "Oh, hush!" Jennifer said louder than she wanted. The table quieted down as they all stopped and looked at her expectantly.

She looked at those gathered at the table. All but the Captain had warm auras. The Captain’s was the same blue of the Compass, but it was coming from a specific point on his chest. She asked him, " What do you have around your neck?" The Captain looked back at her with surprise as he reached inside his shirt and pulled out a medallion on a leather cord. "May I see it?" She asked. "Of course," he replied after a moment’s hesitation. She got up and walked around the table. As she took the medallion, it was very warm to the touch, just as the Compass had been. Were the two related? "Did this have something to do with getting you here?" she asked. "Yes, it’s a star chart of sorts. Each night I would face Polaris and one of these symbols would glow to show me the way."

"One of the symbols on the Compass was glowing just as your ship arrived." Jennifer said.

"She’s seen the Compass? She can read the Compass?" the Council members were all crying at Duncan.

At that moment, the door to the warehouse opened and a tall, muscular figure was silhouetted in the doorframe. "What’s this? I leave town for a few days and the Curse gets lifted and the Foundress returns?" The room was quiet as Duncan nodded his head, "Aye, Terrell. That be it in a nutshell, so it would seem."

"I am not the Foundress!" Jennifer protested.

"How did you know of this Terrell?" asked Marta.

"The good folk of Arcadia are not daft, Marta. A strange woman appears without benefit of so much as a boat and then a huge ship laden with goods…" with a twinkle in his eye, he added, "What else would they be sayin’?"

Jennifer was at a loss of what to say. How could she say that she thought both she and Captain Amour were sent by the same person, but from two different eras? Was Zophiel having a little fun at her expense? She doubted it sincerely, but could not accept it as mere coincidence.

Terrell, on his way to the keg of beer Sam had brought out, patted Jennifer on the shoulder and said, "Sooner or later, you’ll have to say something!" She looked at Duncan, "You don’t really think I’m the Foundress, do you?" "No, lass, I do not. From what you told me yesterday of your reason for being here, ‘tis plain ye are not She. Though, I do believe She has a hand in all this, to be sure. "

"And what is her reason for bein’ here?" Asked Marta.

"I be thinkin’ she’s to find the sword afore that church be built." was Duncan's reply.

"How do you figure that?" asked Jennifer.

"Timin’." Was his reply.

"Dock Master," the Captain of the Zophiel once again commanded their attention. "I have an idle crew that I’d like to get busy off loading supplies for the work ahead." "Right you are!" Sam rubbed his hands together, "And it’s about time we put these warehouses to good use again." Together, Sam and Captain Amour strode out of the warehouse to deal with their task at hand.