I don't own PotC…
Sean stormed from the blacksmith's shop, knowing that Stephanie and the boys would not risk going out in this storm. She sighed rubbing her arms with her hands with no hope of getting any warmer. Looking up and down the alleys and small spaces that she could see, she searched between the buildings trying to find any place that could serve as a make shift shelter and keep her from curious eyes in the morning. 'What better place than the bridge.'
Flopping down at the bottom of the bridge's underside. Yawning loudly and soaked to the bone, she removed her bag and tossed it behind her and rolling up that it cushioned her head. Hugging her knees tightly and shivering, she drifted into a fitful sleep.
Steph lay on Will's bed with her hands behind her head, staring at the ceiling. She sighed loudly.
"Luv," Jack whispered, startling her.
"Yeah Jack?" she asked rolling over to face Jack and Will who lay on the floor.
"That be the eighth time ye sighed tonight," he observed with a small smirk on his face, barely visible by the glow from under the door.
"Wow, you can count that high?" Steph recoiled rolling her eyes in annoyance.
Jack shook his head, "We'll all go looking for her in the morning, savvy?"
Steph sighed again, "Savvy," she whispered and rolled over to stare at the wall.
As Sean lay asleep under the bridge, and Stephanie, Jack and Will all lay asleep in the blacksmith's shop the storm continued.
Lightning whizzed through the sky, sending thunder cracking in it's wake.
A woman of Port Royale who was kept awake because of the storm, sat at her window, staring out at the docks, longing for escape. A snore startled her from her thoughts. The young man who was asleep on the bed behind her longed for his escape as well.
The young woman turned back to the window only to spot a small figure wandering towards the docks in the storm. Gasping in shock, she shut her curtains and extinguished her lamp before hurrying into bed, praying silently into her pillow.
A man looked up at the girl closed her blinds and snuffed her lamp, then chuckled as he looked as the petite girl huddled to keep herself warm under the wet bridge.
Reaching into his pocket, he dug out a golden pocket watch and flipped open the cover. The hands on the watch ran at a rapid pace counter-clockwise. The man shook his wrist from his sleeve to read the digital wrist watch, and rest the golden watch, which changed direction and was now spinning at a much faster rate. Stepping forward he entered a side alley, and when the lightning struck, a purplish-black void opened in his wake and he stepped through, to another time.
A/N: I know that's a really short chapter, but after reading over it, I liked the way it sounded, and it makes it easier to change the scene for the next morning. Sorry, I probably won't have anything up again until next weekend at the earliest b/c this is Final's week! I'm almost done, only have four more tests to go! Wish me luck!
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