The days went by, and I was left to my thoughts. My dearest Jack was gone, the small intelligent monkey who had achieved me so much. He was gone. The monkey was doomed to roam cursed though-out the land for eternity.

I got completely depressed and switched my thoughts to the task at hand.

Someone was coming, Someone of which I knew nothing about. This was a problem. BIG PROBLEM.

If I knew nothing about them, I would have to wing it. This could leave me with the possible chance of failure. Failure wasn't acceptable. Most definitely not when my chance of foiling my fathers life was on the line.

He must die. It is simple. The grief he cause Mother, never will he live free. Never. If by my own hand or that of the "proper" authorities . . . Never.

They continued to try and find my real name, with large amounts of unsuccessfulness... and still I was wondering where had I seen this Will.

Why was he so familiar? But most of all; how did they know of the gold. That's was got me the worst.

So few knew of this gold, and less still knew to check its owners with moonlight.

Was there, perchance, a connection between the gold and Will's familiarity?

The days got longer and my thoughts, more complicated. Then a loud study knock came from the door, and its administrator did not wait to an answer to come in.