Hello dear Liberty's Kids lovers! This is my first fic, and I think you should know: I don't own Liberty's Kids, but I own Marie-Claire, The Blowhole and Captain Gerald. I haven't seen the show in ages since stupid PBS got rid of it, and I can't find the DVD set, so I'm making up the events that go on (sorry to all History buffs like me). There might be S/J, or maybe James with someone else. I have no clue just yet. Now, I begin the very first part.

Sarah was staring out at the ocean, hoping to get a beautiful glimpse of Pennsylvania. But the fog was so thick; she thought it to be a miracle if they even made it to land. She and James were just returning from another newspaper report.

The young girl sighed. This was boring. The only interesting thing was the ship's name: The Blowhole. Captain Gerald said that his father had named it that as a joke.

These boats took forever to get somewhere. Where was James, anyway? Still writing? Sarah was about to leave the side of the ship to ask when she spotted something floating in the water. It looked like a body clinging to a barrel.

"Captain Gerald!" Sarah shouted, "Look! There's someone in the water!"

The Captain took out his spyglass and glanced out to sea.

"Man overboard!" He called, "Quick! A few hands over here!"

As quickly as they could, the crewmembers threw a ladder over the side of the ship and climbed down to rescue the unfortunate drifter. James came over to Sarah.

"What's going on?" He asked, craning his neck to see.

"There's someone floating around down there holding onto a barrel," Sarah explained, "They're bringing them up now."

A sailor placed the person down on the deck of the ship. It was a girl.

"Can you get a pulse?" An anxious Captain Gerald asked the nearby sailor.

The man urgently pressed near her stomach, and soon enough she coughed and awoke.

"Miss Phillips, Mr. Hiller!" Captain Gerald said, waving them over, "Please take care of this young lady, as I must return to my duties. Thank you."

James and Sarah took a first look at her. She had jet black hair, which was all fuzzy and stringy. Her face was freckly and had faire skin. Her entire body was dirty, and she wore a dress that was red and worn out. Then she opened her eyes to reveal beautiful, almost mesmerizing, green.

"Where am I?" The girl said slowly, her voice a bit hoarse, "What happened? Who are you?"

"You're on The Blowhole," James explained calmly, "You were just floating around in the sea, and my name is James Hiller."

"I'm Sarah Phillips." Sarah replied to her.

The girl sat up slowly, "I'm…Marie-Claire…"

Sarah and James gently helped her up.

"I think she's delirious," Sarah whispered, "She needs water. And medicine. Being down there must've got her at least a head cold."

"I'm not delirious…" Marie-Claire protested.

"Land ho!" The man in the crow's nest announced.

At last, beautiful Pennsylvania was in view. Sarah and James could barely see Henri and Moses. Henri was the one waving and pointing frantically.

"What do we do with her? Put her back in the sea?" James asked Sarah.

"James!" Sarah scolded, "Of course not. Let's take her to the Gazette. She'll have to stay with us until we find out where she's from and who she is."

"I already told you," the girl groaned, "I'm…oh…my head."

Once the ship docked, James and Sarah grabbed their things and got off the boat. The girl was struggling, but with their help she was able to walk.

"Hello Moses, Henri," Sarah said coolly, "Err…look what I found in the water."

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Loverly yours, Autumn