(~*~) Sorry for the shortness of this part.

"Brevity is the soul of wit." or something like that.

Part Four.

"Almour?"

The hinges on the door to the blacksmith shop creaked open as Will slowly pushed it open. The floor was covered in dust and scrap metal. Night was descending as they made their way into the blacksmith's shop. Rhiannon followed Will closely, her eyes squinting through the darkness. The place looked as though it had long since been abandoned, all save the furnace that was raging on.

"Are you sure she's here?" Rhiannon asked.

"Positive," Will replied.

" 'Ello, dearies!"

Rhiannon jumped into Will, startled by the voice behind her. Both fell to the floor, dust rising up above them where they had fallen. He looked back into her eyes, smiling a bit. Rhiannon couldn't help but smile back, forgetting about the voice for a split second.

"I think Elizabeth would be jealous…" said the same person in a sing song voice.

"Oh… uh, right," Will said, getting up a bit hastily, but not forgetting to help Rhiannon up on her feet. "Rhiannon, this is my friend, Almour Dalman."

"Pleasure to meet you," Almour said, hiding out her hand to shake.

Rhiannon took her hand and smiled, surveying Almour. She had shorter golden hair, with brilliant eyes looking out from behind some musty spectacles. She wore a dark, patched skirt that fell half way between her knees and her ankles. She wore a coarse, long sleeved shirt. But somehow there was something charismatic about her. There was something different that her clothing couldn't hold down.

"Er, nice to meet you," Rhiannon responded dumbly.

Almour grinned broadly, then turned to Will. "So what can I do for you today, good sir?"

"My friend here needs a sword," Will said. "I can pay you…"

Almour waved her hand wildly in dismissal. "No, no, no. Always happy to do a favor for a friend of a friend." She crossed the room, thoughtfully picking up the hammer. "Besides… I don't think I'll be staying in Tortuga for too much longer."

Will watched her quizzically for a moment. "Why's that?"

Almour stopped her work to look up at Will. She wore a look of serious nature, her eyes glinting behind her glasses as she spoke. "Something's not right…" she murmured. "Something in the wind…" She lowered her head to get back to work, as if coming out of a daze. "I don't know what it is. Something's changing, and I can't say what it is."

Will furrowed his brow in concern, his dark hair outlining his features. "Bad enough to make you live Tortuga?"

"Well, if something bad is going to happen… Look, I wouldn't want to be in Tortuga on Judgment Day. Rather be somewhere a bit more, wholesome. You know what I mean," she replied, not raising her eyes.

Rhiannon opened one of the windows, letting the faint light of twilight fall into the room. She rested upon the sill of the window, gazing out of the distant lights of the more crowded parts of Totuga near the dock. Rhiannon inhaled sharply at the sound of a gun going off in the distance. She was used to this by now. A couple of minutes later she saw several figures tear past the window as fast as they could run.

"Alright, Rhiannon?"

Rhiannon looked over her shoulder as Will leaned against the wall nearby. Rhiannon bit her tongue for a few moments, thinking to herself for a while.

"Your friend… Almour… Does she get those feelings… often?"

"Bad feelings, no. But she's usually right about them."

Rhiannon shuddered, making her brown hair falling down into her face. Will looked at her and smiled warmly, placing his arm across her shoulders in a comforting manner. He knew why she had shuddered. And it wasn't because a Caribbean night was particularly chilly.