Okay, this is the day you will always remember as the day you read about the day that Captain Jack Sparrow escaped from Blackbeard. During the night. I'm not makin' any sense at all, am I? Heheh, anyway…

"Now what?" Violet said, having just put the girls to bed. She was in the captain's quarters with Jack, Will, Elizabeth, Alfhild, and Myra, who had fallen asleep.

"We are short on supplies," Will said.

"Perhaps we should wake Myra up first?" Alfhild asked. "She needs to know."

"But she's sleeping." Will said.

"That's the point of waking her up."

"Let her sleep. You two have had a rough time." Violet sat down, looking at Alfhild.

"Alright."

While they were debating whether or not to wake Myra up, they failed to notice her whimpering in her sleep…

It was darker than it should have been at that time of night due to the heavy black rain clouds emptying themselves out onto the English street. Myra, a mere five years old, sat quietly as the man encouraged the horse they were riding across the bridge over the swelled river. Even when the frightened animal reared and took of at a frighteningly fast pace, she did not make a sound.

They passed the house where they'd lived, the stables, the docks where the lucky ships were tied, the Oceanside where the unlucky ones were being pulverized by massive waves, the neighborhood places where Myra played with the locals.

"Daddy," she mumbled as her father struggled to control the psychotic horse.

"Daddy, I'm sacred."

"Sh! Silence yourself, Myra."

She sat quietly again, looking past the now unfamiliar territory. She was never allowed to come this far from home, nor had she ever had the whim to. She stopped looking around when she saw the lightening flash against the tall turrets on the old-English castle where she now knew she was being taken.

She'd heard of the place in stories told by the other children, a place so terrible, it was used by only the cruelest of parents as a threat to make their children behave. It was called an orphanage.

Her father rode through the massive iron gates, straight up to the small doorway where someone was standing, hunched over a lamp, trying to keep it from going out.

Myra clung to her father as he got off the horse, making sure to hold the reins so the scared animal wouldn't run.

"Is this the child?" What Myra recognized to be a woman's voice asked.

"Yes." Her father put Myra down n the ground, stooping down to look her in the eye.

"You're going to stay here for a while, Myra."

"But daddy, no, please-"

"Listen to the lady, do as she says."

"Daddy!"

He ignored her pleas, and remounted his horse. Myra screamed for her father as she watched him ride away, but was too scared of the rain and lightening and thunder to chase him. She spun around when a cold hand gripped her shoulder. She found herself staring into the face of a horrible monster, with ugly green skin and horrible, burning red eyes. Myra screamed.

"She's whimpering," Will said, looking over at Myra, who was asleep in the chair.

"Wake her up," Alfhild said, with extreme urgency in her voice. "It'll be hell for

all of us if you don't."

Will shook her awake, and she cried on his shoulder for the better part of two minutes, while he sat uncomfortably avoiding Elizabeth's stare.

After the dream, she sat quietly while the rest discussed a plan of action, much less vocal then she usually was.

"As I was saying," Jack said, "Perhaps it would be best if we stopped at Madagascar for some supplies."

"Madagascar? But there's no forts there," Will said confusedly.

"No." Jack looked amused at Will's stupidity. "There are no lawful forts there."

"What?"

"There's no French fort or British fort or any Spanish fort. But there are pirate forts."

"To Madagascar then?" Will asked.

"Good enough for me," Violet said.

"You good now, mate?" Alfhild asked of Myra when they were alone.

"Better now."

"The dream again?"

"Yeah."

"We'll have to find a way to get rid of these nightmares."

"Perhaps we'll take that compass."

"We know what we want, but not what will get us what we want. It may not work."

"We can try," Myra said defensively.

"Ah, I love pirate logic," Alfhild said laughing.