You make up a lie

(I don`t want him to know my identity. He will surely turn me in for a high reward.)

You try to think quickly, “I`m a tavern waitress.”

He grins, “What is your name?”

“I am Isab…” you reply without thinking. Knowing it was too late to change your answer you give him your real name, “I am Isabelle.”

“Isabelle what?” He asks.

You are momentary speechless, “What?”

The grin on his face is getting bigger now, “Are you as daft as you are pretty or are you playing dumb?”

“Oh you mean my last name? I am Isabelle Miller.” you answer.

This is your servant girl`s last name and the first thing coming into your mind.

“Ok, Isabelle Miller. Why did you board my ship?” he questions.

You have never been good at lying and so you aren`t able to think of a plausible story at all. “It was a terrible mix up. I booked another ship but it was dark and…”

“It was dark so you got on the wrong ship. Am I right?” he helps your out.

You grip this straw and readily agree, “Yes, yes. You are absolutely right. It was just a mistake.”

“Then why did you hide all this time? We are nearly two days out of port.” he lets out a sigh.

“I fell asleep and…,“ you mumble not knowing a better answer.

A big grin is forming on the captains face, “You are an unimaginative noble girl arent you?”

You laugh nervously, “Do you really believe that I am a noble girl?”

“Do you think I am stupid? That`s quite an expensive dress for a tavern wench… your jewelry… the way you speak… your posture… need I go on?” he states the obvious.

(So I am a terrible liar after all. He knew about this from the very beginning. There is no use to continue this charade now. I need to change my approach.)

“Does it really matter who I am? I can compensate you well for your service. Please just drop me off at the next port.” you reply.