Author's note: Gah! Everything was going along fine then I found a minor set back. The fic's time-span is hindering progress. I have to recollect and process more data. Damn. And I thought I've everything under my thumb.

Let me get this straight. Five families went to America in The 1600s right? What's the name of the first five original founders? How long did it span to the execution of John Putnam's? Anyone can help? I'll deeply appreciate if any can be thrown…given in my way.

This chap will be short. My horoscope says I'll have to stop my advances 'coz of technical problems…meaning my present circumstance.

By the way. I hope you readers are open-minded. There may be some pairings that's some people might find disturbing. I want do something different from the rest of the fic out there. Oh, about the mistakes in the first chap…not my fault for being distracted. Change the New Lands to the New World.

Disclaimer: I forgot to do it in the first chap. But you know the drill. Don't own any of the characters 'cept the sixth family and others beside the covenant boys and John Putnam.

Chapter 2

"It's done," William Danvers panted. He swayed before sinking down to the ground breathing heavily. The other four followed his lead and sat on the floor of the ship's cabin, each gasping from the sheer weight of 'using' too much. They've been at it on Alena's baby for the last few weeks of the journey to the New World, bit by bit each day, so as not to put too much pressure on their bodies.

"Finally," Garwin spoke up. "Any longer we would have shriveled up to an age of 30."

Silence ensued. They knew the price of calling on the Power. But what they just did was for the good of the coven; to preserve their lines.

They looked at the baby that lay sleeping, half covered with a blanket at the centre of the magical circle, his body painted with a black tattoo that snaked everywhere from the neck down to his torso where it disappeared under the cover and reappearing down his legs, the Servant's Mark.

"Are you sure 'binding' is a good idea?" Theodor said. "Isn't it a bit harsh?"

"Too late for any regrets kittens," Putnam replied. "It's done. We can't have another incident like Alena's happen again."

"I know but…"

"You've said nothing but 'but' since this thing began. If you say it again or so help me god…"

"That's enough," Danvers reprimanded. "We're all tired. Let's just get some rest and we'll plan some more tomorrow."

They straightened up, brushing their clothes. Theodor went to take the baby in his arms; it was his turn to care for the baby for the night.

"Hmm, I just remember something that now we're done."

"What is it kittens?" Garwin rested his head on Theodor's shoulder from behind, fingering the baby's cheek with gentle ease. "Please don't begin ranting on our misdeed."

"What are we going to name the baby?"

The others stilled, obviously having forgotten that tiny detail.

They gathered around Theodor and the baby. The baby cooed in his sleep.

"Uhmm, I thought you ladies had figured that out amongst yourselves." Putnam said out at last.

Parry raised an eyebrow. "And what makes you think that it's our job to name him?"

Putnam shrugged.

They looked again at the baby, entranced as the baby suckled on his thumb.

"Now that I have the time to realize it, the kid's a beauty." Garwin piped in. "How bout naming her Megan after my grandmother. She'll grow up to be a looker and we'll have to trouble with the boys hounding her."

Theodor made a tsking sound. "I don't think he'll appreciate being called Megan when he grows up, you moron."

"Wait a minute," Garwin gasped. "She's a HE?"

"Congratulations, Garwin. You just evolved a brain in that thick head of yours." Parry chided.

"Weren't you paying attention when we use the term 'him' and 'he' most of the time?"

"I guess I didn't exactly want anything to do with the kid much," he smiled sheepishly.

They all looked again at the baby. The sight tugged at their hearts.

"He's going to be trouble, isn't he?" Gareth Garwin sighed as he watched the baby drooled. "He looked so much like his mother."

"Probably be the death of us instead of 'over-using'." Danver chuckled.

"How about Ashley after my uncle?" Parry suggested.

"NO!" said the other for in unison. Theodor put the baby on the cot as the others went outside bickering over the most suitable name. Theodor followed them, not wanting to be left out in naming the baby.

They had arrived on the grounds of the New World, as guardians of the baby whose parents had died and entrusted them with the baby, little Michel, named after Alena's French grandfather.

The five founded Ipswhich. Then the Covenant of Silence, with Michel as the family insurance, numbering six as Inner silence.