Alfie had been having a good dream. A very good dream. Something like the daydream charm that he'd shared with Julien had been, but less real and more colourful, and he'd been just about to fight the black-masked pirate when the boat started shaking - tossing him - though everything else stayed put and that didn't make sense but ... was Blackbeard calling him Alfiebug? And telling him to...
He groaned, batting an arm as if he could swat her away, but missing entirely because his eyes were still closed. "El?" He mumbled sleepily, "Whatdoyouwant?"