[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]Megan Pendragon[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/SR0pmc6n/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Atlantica
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Megan nodded slightly. She knew that some probably wouldn't consider fencing to be real fights, as she wasn't out for blood - but she did all the same. It was how she learned everything she knew about the sword - everything she had learned after leaving Camelot. [color=silver]"I do,"[/color] Megan said, after Sierra said that she didn't. Most children in their world who grew up where they did in Kansas didn't do much fighting, outside of things like self defense class. [color=silver]"I've fenced since I was a little girl,"[/color] she added. 

	The carriages were moving faster than she had anticipated, as they emerged above the surface in view of the island. The island's harbor had more than a dozen ships outside of it - Hook's men, Megan assumed. Their carriages were going the far route as to not be spotted, hopefully allowing them to have some sort of element of surprise. Of course, Megan assumed that surprise would end the minute Jack started throwing fireballs at the pirates.