"Did you know that bunches of years from now, women with red hair will be burned at the stake 'cause people will think they're witches?"

Blysse looked at me cynically. Baron, Blysse and I were standing at the starboard railing of the ship, several days after the discovery of the chainsaw on my wedding ring. The question had slipped from my lips before I could stop it, earning me a well-aimed smack from Baron.

"Don't go telling people the future!" she hissed, nodding subtly at the young girl. "You could drastically change history. Make Adolf Hitler a famous ballerina." I laughed softly at the thought.

"Are you two sisters?" Blysse asked after a bit. "You seem like sisters." She squinted at us and wrinkled her nose, "But you don't look like sisters."

"We're adopted sisters," I said, without relising that adoption didn't exist in the BC years, and if it did, it probably wasn't even called 'adoption'.

"Adopted?" Blysse echoed, confused.

"Yeah," Baron began to explain, nodding. "We come from different families." She paused before shaking a finger at the girl. "I got a daughter just like you. Can't keep her nose outta anything. Name's Kaylin. Probably your age, too."

Blysse turned to me. "Do you have a child, Mrs. Sawyer?"

"Actually, I do," I answered, looking around the ship. "Daughter named Tamara."

"Look's nothing like your or Tommy," Baron sneered. "Same twisted mind, though," she added.

I scoffed. "I told you. I was blond when I was younger." I looked up as Captain Norwood approached.

"We'll be docking off the coast of Sicily soon," he informed us. He handed us each a small bag of what I suspected was money of some sort. "In case you see something you like." He nodded his head in the direction of the little clinking parcel in my hand. "And be careful," Captain Norwood included, more to Blysse than me or Baron. He walked away and into the captain's quarters.

"Say," Baron said brightly as we walked down the dock. "Anything interesting here?"

Blysse shrugged menially. "There might be some jewelry or weapons somewhere," she said, sounding bored. She brightened suddenly. "You're not from around here, are you?"

I furrowed my brow. "What d'you mean?"

"From this time period."

The world seemed to go silent. A few shopkeepers looked us. Even the animals seemed a bit too quiet. Baron and I exchanged glances and shook our heads before answering together, "No, not really, no."

"Well," Blysse pondered, considering our answer. "Where are you from?"

"The 1900s, AD, we live along Route 17 in Texas," Baron explained.

Blysse pursed her lips and pitched a low whistle. "Jeez."

Meanwhile, I had stopped at a stall that had a wide array of knifes. I ran a finger down the hilt of a slightly curved dagger and picked it up curiously. Set in the pummel was a large black stone, which I gently twisted away to reveal a hidden compartment. I twisted the gem back on and whistled to the shopkeeper.

"What for the pretty lady?" he asked quite ignorantly.

"Pretty?" I repeated, looking up and flicking my hair away from the leather patch over my eye.

He grinned slightly. "What's life without a few battle scars?"

"Touche," I agreed. I turned my attention back to the knife.

"You like?" the shopkeeper asked. "That knife is said to possess the soul of the demon Seth." The stone seemed to flash red.

"Really?" I placed the knife in the sheath and placed it away from the others. I selected another knife, this one with dark hilt and a green ribbon. The shopkeeper shook his head. "What, this one demonized too?"

He chuckled softly. "No," he said. "It just doesn't seem worthy of a lass with one eye. Too feminine...ish."

I laughed as Baron and Blysse approached. I pointed to a knife in the back of the shop. "How 'bout that one?" He brought the knife over to the counter. It had a black hilt with gold filigree swirling up to a rose carved out of what seemed like ruby.

"Trick to the eye," he said, showing me that it twisted away like to first one, although the space inside was considerably smaller. "The first one was used for messages," he told me, replacing the rose to its original position. "This one is more used for poison." He took the knife out of the sheath. The blade was tinted gold. "Metal enforced leather," he said, shaking the sheath.

I considered the knife for several seconds. "How much?" I asked finally.

"Hey, Jack?"

I sat up and looked at Baron, who was staring out the porthole of the ship. "Hmm?"

"How're we gonna get back?"