Cait's eyes shot open, she appeared to be in some type of box. Her temples throbbed as she looked through a hole in its side. A pair of toffee colored eyes stared back at her.
“Where are they?” asked a scraggly voice.
“What?”
“The jewels!”
“Don't tell him!” cried the voices of her mother and grandmother combined.
“I don't have them,”she said calmly.
“Liar!” the man kicked her box. Cait yelped.
“Why do you want them anyway?”
“They belong to my family. You pirates stole them!”
Cait was shocked, she had never heard anything about that, “I don't know what you're talking about.”
“In 1799, my family set off for the Americas with a casket of jewels and jewelry in tow. As they emerged from the English Channel, a pirate ship attacked and made off with some of the plunder. Rumor has it, that the Captain gave the casket of jewels to his mistress and that she handed them down to her female heirs. That is you! You have them!”
“No, I do not. Someone else does.”
“Who?”
“You'll never know,” said Cait mischievously.
