A/N For some of you (like SpaceCaseWriter13), this chapter may seem familiar, but believe me, it's not. I made some major changes to it since you may have last read it.

Chapter One- Singapore

The stars did their best to make their presence known to the bright city below them on this very eve. It was evening, but the sky still withheld a bit of light from the sunset even though the sun just set below the horizon not a half hour ago. Fog blanketed the narrow waterways that weaved themselves through the 18th century city.

On one of said waterways, towards the western part of the sea port, was a narrow boat, perhaps a canoe, making its way calmly yet quickly through the waters. In this little boat was a person- a young woman, to be exact- who persistently looked at her surroundings as she sailed her modest canoe through the water. She had been sailing these waters for four, almost five, years now, but even with the familiarity of the waters she still held her guard up. It was one thing she had learned from past personal experiences: never let your guard down.

An oriental style hat perched above her head as her dark brown curls lay tucked underneath. She rowed her only oar to the left, then the right, then back to the left, over and over again to make her boat glide over the water.

As she came near to a bridge, she looked up and noticed soldiers crossing said bridge above her. But these were no ordinary soldiers- they were redcoats.

Might as well be lobsters, thought the young woman as she went beneath the dark wooden bridge. She hummed herself a little tune to keep herself company, only to be disappointed at the fact she couldn't hum her favorite song that long for she was nearing the little docks on the side of the waterway. She had heard the song before, in her dreams, but also remembered hearing it once as a young girl while on a voyage out at sea. As simple as the tune was, it held a deep, saddening ring to it that could depress even the happiest of people. This presumed fact made it eerie to the woman that she was calmed and comforted by the tune.

A chocolate-colored curl fell in front of her face as her head whipped around, her eyes watching the soldiers that had just crossed the bridge. But her head wasn't turned around so far as to arouse suspicion from the men in red. Stupid lobsters…

The lady turned her head in time as she finally reached a little wooden post, which she was to use as a docking area. She wrapped a piece of thick rope around the wooden post to secure her boat and stepped onto the dock, or the side of the street, depending on your point of view.

She casually walked along the unusually and somewhat eerily quiet street. She slowed down a bit as she watched another batch of red soldiers, perhaps four to six of them, crossed another bridge nearby, which lied ahead of her to her right.

The soldiers' faces were not white or tan, but pink; some just a slight blush of the rosy color, others as bright of a pink as a shrimp! This caused the brunette woman to think, yet again, Might as well be lobsters. Or better yet, how about men with boiled shrimp for heads instead of a normal human head on their human bodies? Especially that one over there, in the front left! He seems to be getting red and not pink like his other lobster buddies!

She was too deep in her thoughts to realize she had stopped dead in her tracks, staring, if not just facing, at the soldiers. The redcoats continued marching their orderly march towards her direction, only becoming a bit furious as they neared her, only to realize her as someone- or rather something- they did not want to encounter.

The young woman was able to snap out of her thoughts just in time to run in the opposite direction of her apparent enemies, who were now chasing her.

Shit, thought the lady who apparently paid no heed to the fact her mouth was not that of a lady. I better stop getting entranced in my thoughts and more about reality, especially if it means thinking for the last time!

The brunette sped off and increased speed with every passing second, which caused her hat to eventually fly off of her head and to who knows where.

Oh, no!

The young woman had turned a corner onto the market street where all of the farmers and salesmen sold their crops and products. Had she not spotted the cabbage vendor any sooner, she would have perhaps beyond crash into the vendor and his precious crops, causing a mess everywhere in the street.

But because of her quick thinking, she was able to jump over the cabbage cart and continue running down the busy market street, dodging anyone or anything that comes in her path as, even with a bit more difficulty, the lobsters from earlier continued to chase her throughout the streets of the city, no matter how busy said streets were or not.

Those lobsters must be in better shape than I thought, the young female reflected as she continued to run, perhaps for her life.

Then she noticed someone else who would need to run away from this trouble she had caused as well. She could see him clearly through the crowd; his sandy blonde hair stood out from the crowd of Asians, whom had much much darker hair.

"LIAM!"

As the man who caught her eyes was about to take a bite of the fresh granny smith he just bought, he heard his name shouted over the hustle and bustle of the crowded market. He looked around, puzzled perhaps even more than ever before, as an arm grabbed hold of his right arm and practically dragged him a couple of feet before he could run on his own. The blonde, called Liam, was now following the brunette curly-haired girl in front of him as he could feel the redcoats slowly but surely catch-up to them.

And then, she was gone. The brunette one he had been following these past few moments was gone. She had disappeared from his eyesight.

"Over here!" he heard someone yell from his left. He knew it to be the voice that belonged to the woman, so he ran down the empty alley.

The two continued to scurry down the alleyway until they approached a side street with only one light that could be seen for blocks. However, this was no ordinary street; they had come across Supa Yun Chow Waterway. Hinting from its name, it is not a street of stones and mud and rock, but a road made of water, much like the several others that weave their way through the oriental city. This street, however, was a bit different, for it had houses on stilts, above the water, that lined their way down the "street".

Fortunately for Liam and his little friend, there was a boat just to their right, secured to a little wooden post similar to what Andie had used earlier. The two of them got into the little boat, and even though it was a bit crowded, they were able to sail on the water safely.

"Do you think we lost them?"

Liam faced towards the brunette as he continued to row the boat. Even though it was night and very little light was provided, he could tell she was a bit frightened and worried. "For now," he truthfully answered. "I wouldn't be surprised if they eventually catch up to us or are now at our home."

"Speak for yourself," replied the brunette as she nodded ahead of them. Liam turned his head a little bit, but enough to know what she was talking about.

Ahead was their home, but someone was standing at the entrance, seeming to be pacing across the miniature dock that was just beneath the great long ladder which lead to their front porch, which lead to the front door of their home.

"If it were a soldier, I'd suppose him to not be alone," stated Liam as he returned to his original position and continued to row the narrow boat. All the two could make out was the dark, near-black silhouette of a man, now just standing there in front of their home.

"And speaking of soldiers," continued Liam, "what happened back there?"

"What do you mean?" asked the innocent woman, feeling accused of doing something she did not do. She even stated she did nothing.

"Then why were they chasing us?" Liam asked. He knew the young lady knew better.

"Honesty, Liam! I did nothing. All I did was dock a boat not much different than this one, secured it to a post not much different from the one we found this attached to, and walked away from it towards the market." Only I ended up running to the market instead…

Liam sighed and shook his head as he smirked, "Andrea Elizabeth Sophia Turner, what am I supposed to do with you?"

The brunette named Andrea pretended to give the rhetorical question a hard thought and cheerfully answered, "Let me be your younger adventure-seeking younger sister?"

"I was thinking more like trouble-seeking than adventure, but close enough," Liam answered with a smile back at his younger sister. No matter how old she got, she still loved to tease him in that matter…

"So what are we going to do about him?" Andrea asked as she nodded her head towards their home.

Liam glanced back for a second and said, "We'll deal with him when we get there, Andie."

Andie just nodded and leaned back, trying to get as comfortable as possible in this crowded little boat. After a few minutes, Liam and Andie had arrived at their home, only to find the man that was there earlier was nowhere in sight.

"Where'd he go?"

"I don't know," Liam answered as he withdrew his sword, "but I'm still going to keep my sword out just in case he comes back."

The two siblings climbed up the long ladder that lead to the front porch of their little house, Andie in front with Liam below her as to protect her shall the strange man from earlier make his presence known again.

Once they reached the tiny porch, Liam was able to get in front of Andie and open the door, sword still in hand.

"Liam!" whispered Andie. "Look!"

The blonde man turned his head towards his right as he felt the grip on his sword not tighten, but rather loosen from shock.

There in front of the two siblings was a black silhouette, barely outlined by the faint light across the way. Liam was able to tighten his grip on his sword as the pitch-black silhouette moved forward.

"Step back!" Liam angrily yelled at the intruder with a cowering Andie behind him. Who knew who this stranger was and what danger and trouble he could cause?

"I wouldn't be doin' that if I were ye, mate."

Andie's eyes widened in shock. Why does that voice sound so familiar?

However, her older brother was not able to recognize said voice, for he slowly neared the stranger, trying to let his bravery take over his frightened state. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" he asked through near clenched teeth.

"You should know me. I know ye 'n whelpette over there," the stranger replied. Liam still was unable to recognize the voice while his younger sister was still pondering on where she had heard that voice before.

Liam had had enough of the strange man and run towards him, sword on the ready to pierce through the man's body. But much to Liam's disappointment, he was not given the chance to do what he desired for the black silhouette had pulled out a sword a bit longer than his and knocked Liam's sword from his possession, causing it to fly off of the porch, down the side of the house, and cause a great splash! into the water.

Even though it was dark and there was nothing you could see about the strange man except for his pitch- black silhouette, Andie could sense the man was smirking at her brother's actions. "Now what are you going te do now that yer precious rapier is out of yer hands and sinking te the depths of the water?"

"Fight," responded a now angry Liam through clenched teeth as he pulled out yet another sword from his side!

Andie was standing a few feet behind her brother, amused at the situation going on. He can be so overprotective at times, she thought as Liam neared the stranger even more. Andrea could also sense the stranger's eyes widening in shock as he inquired with full wonder in his voice, "How did you manage te do that?"

"I'm a blacksmith," he responded. "I make several swords a day, as well as other things, and always make sure to have two swords on my person based on some personal experiences." He pointed the newly withdrawn sword at the intruder as he slowly backed away and finished, "Including this one."

Andie knew what was going to happen next, so she exclaimed, "Liam! Don't!"

Unfortunately, he hadn't heard her as he once again charged towards the stranger, only to be even more disappointed as the intruder was able to eventually knock that sword from Liam's possession to the ground, too far away for Liam to go fetch the sword himself.

"Now will you stop harassing me and let me go inside and do my own business?" asked the intruder, obviously fed up with Liam's failed attempts at killing him.

"What exactly is this business you speak of?"

Andie could not help but ask. She was tired of remaining nearly silent for so long.

But before the strange man could answer, Liam tightly grabbed hold of the intruder's shoulders and lifted him off the ground, only to bang him against the door to their home and knock it down! But as soon as the bright light shone on this so-called stranger's face, regret flowed into Liam's face and blanketed his entire body.

"Liam?"

Apparently Andie and Liam's mother was nearby for she had just witnessed the scene her son had created. She quickly went to her son all the while remaining cautious of what wrath he might still contain. "What's going on?! Why'd you-"

And then she froze in her tracks as she realized whose shoulders her son was tightly gripping.

Her eyes wide, she asked in disbelief, "Jack?"

AN: All together now: one...two... THREE:

Yay! Chapter 1 has FINALLY been posted!

I was going to post this story sooner, but because of some problems I wasn't able to until now. Sorry about that... but that doesn't matter now, considering I have finally posted! woot! :D

I decided to write this story in 3rd person omniscient instead of first person for multiple reasons, some being I think it's easier for me to write and explain things this way, you can occasionally get into the minds of other characters, and some future scenes need to be told in this story that can't be written in only Andie's or 1st person) POV. Let me know on your thoughts about this, please. I'm curious to see whether y'all like it more this way or prefer the old way like in Discovery. That'd be much appreciated. :D

I am going to make it my goal until school starts to update once a week. I'm hoping I can keep it that way after school starts, but I don't know how my schedule will be except for busy with band come August. DX

Well, pretty please comment on this!

Take Care,

grecianxpiratex07

PS I'm also going to try to keep my Author's Notes (with the exception of this one) short and give you more story instead. Yeah... I'm nice like that. ;)