-Recap-

It's just one slip up, how bad can it get?

If I'm honest I was expecting the government to knock on my bedroom door any day now but nothing happened. My visions suddenly became more frequent, most of them starring the strange swords man on the green candle lit boat. Soon however Roy and Angus started coming into my visions more and more often, keeping them out of trouble was difficult to say the least and worst of all, I swear that Angus could see right through it all. I tended to hang around with Roy, the old man, pretending I was fascinated with stories of his childhood, truth be told he was thick enough to fall for most of my lies and for this I was glad.

"So kidda," this was my new nickname given to me lovingly by Roy, I suppose you could say we were close, I've always liked older people, I feel I can relate to them much better, after all I have a heavy burden to bear and it has aged me considerably. "What did you do in your old town?" Wow what a strange question, though I suppose telling him is harmless, I don't really know about their educational system but if in doubt I'll make something up.

"Well I'm still in school." I answer. He looked at me, scratched his head for a second and then looked at me again as if what I had said was in another language.

"School?" He asked quizzically.

"Yes" I replied, I was becoming worried about his reaction now, it was as if he had never heard of-

"What's a 'school'?" I looked at him, surely they have schools here, after all how would the children learn how to read and write without it.

"You know where you go to learn how to read and write?" He looked at me again with the same expression, and then suddenly his face lightened up, as if enlightened by some divine force.

"You call your parents 'school'?" He asked somewhat amused now. Just go with it my inner voice was saying, play along.

"Oh yes," I said in what I thought to be my most convincing voice "it's an inside joke." I laughed nervously and I prayed he didn't hear the edge to it, thankfully he didn't appear to and so we carried on looking at the sky in silence. A moment passed over me and I thought of my poor single mother probably worrying about me. I never told her I was psychic; it was something I didn't want to worry her with. Mom has two jobs and she has to look after Sarah and me, I wouldn't want to worry her with such trivial things. I never realised I was different, or perhaps I didn't want to know, it was only when me and Lola became friends, only when I told her what happened to me that she told me it wasn't normal. For the first time in my life I realised what I was a freak, an outcast from society. Suddenly these silly once in a while visions became threatening nightmares singling me out from my friends and family.

"How did you know that sign was gonna fall off the inn?" Roy asked, I had already come up with a come back for this.

"I heard it squeaking that morning and thought it sounded dangerous." He turned his head to look at me then turned away. He has one of those faces that you could tell was handsome in its day, a square, strong jaw with crinkles near his lips where dimples formed when he smiles. When he turned to me however his face was not smiling but deadly serious, thoughtful as if recalling memories.

"The sign has always squeaked." He answered shortly. Damn, I didn't think about that, what he says however is truth. "What about the tree?" This time I turn to him, analysing his motive, there is something there I have seen before, something I have seen in my own reflection. Hurt. A hurt expression mares his kind face and for once I feel like a terrible liar, but I have a reason, he must understand, I'm a good person I just can't afford to tell anyone.

"I heard it crack." I move my head slowly back up so that I can see the clouds clearly.

"You stopped at least three minutes before the cracking sound." His voice sounds annoyed and slightly angry. What does he want from me? This man whom I portrayed as dumb enough to fall for my lies appears to be not so dumb at all, in fact he seems extremely reflective.

"That's because I didn't know your names." I answered quickly and much more defensively than I would have liked.

"You could have asked us back at the inn." I stop suddenly, he's right, I could have asked at any point but I chose then to talk.

"It was a coincidence." I say suddenly and I know I've fallen for his trap, I look and sound guilty and the word coincidence screams guilty. Much to my surprise however he nods and smiles.

"Okay" He picks up a rake and starts raking the leaves again. I watch him for a moment or two, relief washing through me like cleansing water.

"I better go." I say jumping off the wall we've been sat on. "See you soon." He waves to me as I practically run back to The Anchor inn, to my alpha-male room where I won't be questioned.

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"And what did she say?" Asked a voice from behind the tree. The man with the rake looks up with an unsatisfied expression.

"Said it was a coincidence, said the tree cracked and the sign squeaked." He answered.

"And the other 'incidents'?" The man walked out from behind the tree wearing a suit and smoking a cigarette.

"Didn't ask her sir. She left before I could." He looked down at his feet.

"Does she trust you?" The suited man asked

"Yes."

"And what is your gut feeling?" The man took a drag from his cigarette and let it out slowly, watching the smoke rise through the tree leaves.

"I think she's lying."

"Good work, well we shall see."

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After returning to the inn I went straight to bed, another close call, the god of luck must be on my side and with this thought I drift away.

I hear a loud banging and I open one eye to blink stupidly at the clock. Three O'clock, who calls at that time? I get up groggily and go to the door.

"Who is it?" I ask my voice thick with sleep.

"The marines and you Angel LeBlanc are under arrest on suspicion of being a pirate."