Clean and showered for the third time in twenty-four hours, wearing ripped jeans and a light sweater from my suitcase as well as a comfortable pair of ankle boots, I was ready to get out of the flying mansion. I hadn’t rewashed my hair, but the style from before was gone, transformed to a low braid and my makeup was minimal. Mr. Sparrow’s diamonds and necklace were back in their box.

A knock came on the bedroom door. “Ms. Hawkins?”

When I opened the door, I ...