Author's Note: So, I hope you all enjoyed the Prologue. I managed to write a majority of this while waiting on my homework to load, so, I hope you all enjoy a REALLY short Chapter One! 3 T.K.

Chapter One: Waking up in… Port Royal?

Port Royal, Jamaica

1720ish.

Blinking her dark eyes open, Jessica awoke with a start. Gasping at the pain in her head, Jessica reached up to rub her temple. Looking around, her dark eyes narrowed in on a young woman and three young children sitting across the room from her. "Where am I?" Her voice was hoarse as she pushed the heavy homespun quilt off of her torso, which promptly landed in her lap, a dead weight on her legs. The quilt and her surrounding areas weren't as startling as the fact that her clothing was gone. Instead of her simple t-shirt, denim shorts, and bikini, she was wearing a coarse linen nightdress. It was making her skin itch. Reaching up with her right arm to scratch her left, Jessica looked down at the place she was scratching. Just below her left elbow, on her forearm, was an intricate design of her zodiac sign with the tail ending in the symbol of Poseidon.

"You're in Port Royal, Miss." Jessica's concentration was broken as the woman across from her spoke up. She had a British accent and was dressed so much more different than Jessica was used to. A young boy was clutching to her long skirts as she stood and walked towards Jessica.

"Where?" Jessica asked again, looking up at the woman. Nothing looked familiar, and she was getting more and more worried as she noticed all of the antique furnishings that surrounded her. This was most definitely NOT her home, in any meaning of the word.

"Port Royal, Miss. The British colony of Jamaica." The woman drew closer, and Jessica could see that she had flaming red hair, as did the boy clinging to her skirts. "Where are you from, and what might your name be? If I may be so bold."

The woman couldn't be much older than Jessica herself, around nineteen, twenty-one at the oldest. There were three children, all with shades of brown to auburn hair. Blinking as the oldest, a girl, walked towards her mother, Jessica was at a loss for words. If she told whoever this woman was that she was from Miami, Florida, Jessica would most definitely become an outsider. Looking at the state of the room and the way the red head and her children were dressed, Jessica had to estimate that she was in the early to mid 1700's. Thinking on her feet, Jessica came to the conclusion that if she said 'Jessica' she'd get a funny look as well. Looking over at the red head, Jessica gave a smile, "My name is Amanda, and I'm from the colonies."

The woman's green eyes widened, "What are you doing in Port Royal then, won't your parents and husband be wondering where you are and why my husband pulled you out of a fishing net?"

Jessica blinked in response. Why was this woman so concerned with her well-being? Feeling her cheeks flush, Jessica looked at her hands. It was so odd, being confronted by someone she didn't even know. "Um, my parents died two years ago, and I'm not married." Knowing what she was saying was the truth brought tears to her eyes. "As for being here… It just seemed like a better place that Jamestown."

Turning away from the woman, Jessica sighed as she looked at the wooden wall. "Well Miss Amanda, it is my pleasure to welcome you to Port Royal, Jamaica. My name is Mary Langley, and these are my children, Elizabeth, James, and Charles." The red head smiled at her as she pointed out each of her children. James, the one clutching his mother's skirt was now peeking from behind the brown fabric and smiling shyly at her.

Smiling at the little boy, Jessica pushed the covers off of her legs and stepped out onto the cold floor. Standing up, Jessica watched as the linen nightgown fell down to the floor. Chuckling, she picked it up slightly and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you all." Curtsying, Jessica said, "Would it be possible to get some new clothing? I don't think it would be proper for me to walk about Port Royal with naught but an nightgown, do you?"

The red haired woman smiled at Jessica before she said, "Of course. Cyrus will be here shortly, and then we'll see what we can do about you."