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Chapter 3 – On the Streets of London

It didn't take the Nautilus long to get to London. The ship had travelled through the night while the League aboard it were working themselves up for what was going to happen.

"Santiago, it seems," Nemo had told them late the previous night. "Is Spanish for 'St James'."

"So where are we looking then?" Sawyer asked curiously.

"St James Park." Jekyll and Skinner both said in unison. Skinner laughed.

"I used to pick pockets there before I became invisible!" He smiled. "Great times..."

"Still, it's a big place," Jekyll spoke up. "And if it's sunny, everyone will be out there. How are we going to spot our man?"

"He'll have to come to us," Nemo replied. "I'm sure he knows what he's looking for." Skinner stood up with a grin on his face.

"How will he find us? I mean you see hundreds of pirates, invisible men and women wearing long scarves in July there! We'll just blend in!" Everyone ignored him.

"We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow," Nemo told the others. "I suggest that we all retire for the evening. A murmur of agreement swept through the group. Mina, being the first to stand, said her good nights and headed towards her room. Sawyer swiftly followed her and Nemo left a few moments later. Jekyll and Skinner stood alone in the room.

"London," Skinner said in admiration. "We haven't been to London for, oh I don't know, a year?"

"Two years and four months," Jekyll informed him, without looking at Skinner. Skinner turned to him suddenly realising.

"Oh, yes!" he said happily. "Of course, that was when you worked out the cure for invisibility." He turned to leave but stopped himself and walked back to Jekyll. "Ah! Now I remember. That's when we had Bet in our company." Jekyll walked away from him as if to go to bed, but Skinner stopped him. "Am I right?"

Jekyll didn't reply. He didn't want to talk about this subject. He had almost forced himself to forget the whole event with Bet, and after all his hard work he didn't want to bring it up again. Skinner raised his eyebrows and stepped closer to him.

"Why didn't you ever go to visit her?" He asked. "You said you would." Jekyll walked away from him.

"I didn't feel it was right for me to do so." He snapped at Skinner. "The last thing she needs now is for me to go over and bother her. She's probably forgotten all about me." Skinner shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know, Jekyll," He laughed slightly. "I thought she was rather smitten by you." Jekyll frowned at him. Almost serious for a moment, Skinner pointed at him. "You should visit her while we're in London."

"Definatly not," Jekyll told him firmly. "There are too many awkward memories." Skinner rolled his eyes and moved away from him.

"You do what you like," He told Jekyll as he left the room. "But I think you're letting go of a good thing." Jekyll took a step forward and shouted after him.

"I'm not going!" He yelled. "And that's final." There was no reply, not that Jekyll was expecting one. He let out a long breath and quietly made his way back to his room.

Docked once more in the Thames, the League took a carriage to their destination to avoid attracting more attention than they needed. But Skinner was right; they didn't exactly blend in with the crowds. Nemo stuck out like a saw thumb and as much as Skinner had tried to disguise his invisibility, he still looked very out of place.

The carriage dropped them off a few blocks away from the park. The League were grateful for the short walk in the warm summer sun. It had been about a week since they had left the Nautilus and they were all feeling rather cramped.

The League wandered through the crowded street. The bright weather had brought all kinds of weird and wonderful people outside. The upper class were picnicking in the park, and feeding the ducks in the pond. Skinner watched the young pick pockets rummage through people's bags retrieving as much as they could before their victims noticed. He shook his head.

"I remember when I was like that," he reminisced. "So young, so innocent." Sawyer grinned at him while Mina rolled her eyes.

There was a faint shout from across the square. The League turned to see who was making the noise.

"Dr Jekyll!" The voice was closer, but they still weren't sure where it was coming from. "Is that you Dr Jekyll?" There was a disturbance in the crowd ahead of them as a young lady in a long dress and a large hat fumbled her way through the masses. Jekyll squinted to try and focus on who it was.

There was a loud clatter as she managed to trip over a young child playing with some tin soldiers. She came flying forwards, her hat falling over her face, just managing to regain her balance in front of the five startled League members.

"Dr Jekyll?" The voice enquired again, the hat still covering her face. She raised her hands and lifted it back onto her head, causing her long black hair to billow over her shoulders. She gave a broad smile when she saw Jekyll.

"Bet," he replied softly.

NB: Everso slightly awkward chapter but they're all good from now! And I couldn't wait any longer to post chapter four so go on and read it now! Reviews are gratefully recieved.