It had been two weeks since Will made his way to the port, and became a member of the Purveyor's crew. He knew all the other sailors now, and they treated him like he was a man they had known for quite a while. He would even be getting paid for the chores he did when they finally made it to the next port. This particular day Will had nothing to do. Noon had passed awhile before, and it was a beautiful day. Will walked over to the side of the ship, staring at the water, thinking. "I'm ten years old, no mum, and I don't know how soon it will be before I finally find my dad." he signed, looking out across the water. As he stood there he grabbed the medallion, still hanging around his neck. A rough breeze whipped across his face. He suddenly felt as if many eyes were looking upon him, but as he looked around the ship he only spotted a few men on the far side of the deck, busy with their own stuff. He looked back out across the waters, seeing something. There was something dark coming their way. Horror struck, Will stuffed his medallion down his shirt quickly, watching the small object grow slightly bigger. "John? John!" Will yelled, looking back towards the group of men on the ship. "Yes, Will?" John answered, poking his raggedy head out from the circle. "What is it?" "Something is heading at us!" He replied, realizing how scared he was. "Where at, lad?" John asked, walking towards Will now. "Bloody hell!" He suddenly exclaimed, seeing what will was talking about. The object had gotten considerably closer in the small amount of time. "What is it?" Asked Will. "Captain, we must get going fast, sir!" John said, acting as if he had not heard Will's question. "What is it?" Will asked again, more urgently. "It's a pirate ship son." John said, quietly. "Nothing to worry about though, we're pull away." He added, trying to assure Will. The captain had answered John back by now, seeing himself what was causing the problem, then sent orders to get the ship moving on. "Down below Will." John said quickly, motioning towards the stairs. The ship started to build up speed as Will walked across the ship's deck. He looked back where he had seen the dark object that was now to his knowledge, a pirate's ship. It had vanished from the spot though. He scanned the water now, seeing nothing. The wind had died down, leaving a refreshing breeze blowing the sails. Will scanned his eyes across the deck of the Purveyor. The other sailors all looked bewildered, staring towards the spot that had hosted the other ship just moments earlier. "Back to work!" Bellowed the captain, causing everyone to snap back to reality. They hesitated before actually getting back to their positions of work. Will walked back towards John, who was still looking out across the calm waters. He had a look of amazement on his face, but his eyes also showed a sense of fright. "Where did that ship go?" Will asked him. Even on Will's short walk over, he had noticed none of the other sailors seemed to know. John shrugged, shaking his head as well. "I don't have the slightest idea, lad" He finally answered. "Come on. Come and help me with this work." He added, motioning to some crates he had been loading. "Alright." Will replied, slightly discouraged. He had wanted to be told what happened, even if it wasn't all that had, just a little knowledge about the incident. John turned around and headed over to the stack of crates to finish them. Will followed slowly, trying to catch on to the little bits of information he could, but no luck was to be found with it. "Guess I just better get to work, won't find out anything now." He thought to himself, sighing. He finished walking his way over to John and spent the rest of the day helping John with the crates and supplies.