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Chapter 15: The fortune Teller

"29...28? No wait that must be 30...hmm," I picked my way down the street trying desperately to follow the directions Jim had given me.

Go to house 31 on this street, take the left next to it and carry on until you reach a dark passageway with a door of black wood.

Knock thrice.

How is anyone supposed to be able to follow those directions?

"Oh for god's sake where the hell is house 31?" I said out loud startling a kid who sat nearby on the floor playing with a handful of dirt.

"That way," came a small voice. I looked around me, but there was no one except for the kid and me. Then I realised I was being silly; it was the kid who had said it.

"Cheers mate," I smiled to him but as soon as I said it he darted into the nearest house trying to avoid me. "Right then 'take the left next to it'," I muttered to myself glaring down the small alley that led away from the street I was on.

I followed the alley and found a door with a black knocker. Knock, knock, knock.

The door swung open and I invited myself in, one hand resting firmly on my cutlass to show I was in total awareness.

It was too dark in the room to see anything and I began to regret letting myself in...maybe I should go back outside. But the door was already shut. My mind flittered back to Home when I used to stay up late watching scary movies. Creaking floorboards, strange noises in the night, and worst of all a scary someone at the end of it all!

Tip-toeing further forwards I remembered that I was supposed to be a pirate who wasn't afraid of anything. "Yeah right," I muttered. Suddenly I could hear voices. They sounded angry, urgent, and maybe even desperate.

"What do you mean? Of course you should know where she is and god help me I will get it out of you," one of the voices said angrily.

"I told you I don't know now get out of here before I slice you open!" the other spat back.

"Predicting the future for yourself again?" the other counter attacked back. It was like a war of words.

Suddenly my heart gave an odd leap...the first man had said, "You should know where she is". What if it was Jack? Jack trying to find me??

I gave no hesitation and burst into the room.

Two men stood in front of me and I suddenly felt a fool. Neither of them was Jack. I should have known that the voice didn't sound anything like him. Had it have been any other occasion I would have blushed but I had to keep up my appearance of 'fearsome pirate'.

Hand rested threatingly on the hilt of my cutlass so they could see I said,

"I need a word, now" the last bit I added in to show I really was being serious.

To my annoyance the man on the left began to laugh, "A woman? Haha! A woman thinks she can threaten me!"

Anger rushed through my body slowly filling each and every muscle of my body so they shook. But then the strangest thing happened. I blinked my eyes and when they opened I had the man who laughed pinned against the wall with the blade of my cutlass almost piercing his throat, and his cutlass, which I hadn't even noticed he had, was resting in my other hand. The other man lay unconscious on the floor.

The man underneath my blade was trembling from head to toe. But he was not the only one who was afraid. How did I do that? I scanned the room in a moment but no other living soul was present. I had done it.

The tattoo on my wrist was tingling and I finally understood. Somehow I had used some of the power Jack was talking about. Feeling relieved and secretly excited I got back to terrorising the man.

"You are Dagger?" I whispered angrily loving every minute of it.

The man nodded silently taking a big swallow.

"Not very scary are you?" I chuckled at my own joke, Jim would have a field day if he knew what I had done. "I am told you know the wear abouts of some people?"

He nodded again, sweat of fear trickling from his forehead onto my gleaming blade.

"How?"

He took another gulp and whispered hoarsely, "I see them, I...I...predict,"

I looked at him hard. He can tell the future? A fortune teller? I released the tightness of the blade on his neck so he could breath a little.

"Where is Jack Sparrow?" I said calmly, pronouncing every word slowly and clearly as though he was thick.

He squirmed a little and I tightened my grip again.

"I...I need...my..." he motioned to the stick lying in the corner.

I gave him another hard look, "Don't try anything stupid savvy?" I said in the most dangerous voice yet as I let him go.

Staggering over to the stick which lay in the corner he picked it up and sat cross legged on the floor, eyeing me as though I was going to kill him.

It fell silent and I stood for about a minute as the man shut his eyes whilst grasping the stick with both hands. I took a moment, while he was busy, to glance at the man I had knocked out. He looked as though he would survive, maybe he had only hit his head on the table. I should have felt bad. After all he did me no harm but, and maybe my pirate instincts were coming out, I felt a kind of exhilaration from it.

The man had finished and he looked at me nervously as I observed my prey.

"Yes?" I enquired as though I was getting bored.

"He...he.."

"Oh stop stuttering man!" I was getting annoyed again.

"He will be arriving in Tortuga port tomorrow morning," he said so quickly that I almost missed it.

Tomorrow? I felt relief spread through my body. I would be back with Jack tomorrow. I smiled then, remembering where I was, decided to give him a threatening goodbye instead of "Cheers mate, see ya later then!"

"You tell anyone about this and I swear..." I didn't even need to finish.

"Don't you worry Miss...ah...pirate...no one will know...never...you have my word," he was clearly petrified out of his mind.

I smiled evily, "good."

And with that I left the poor man to get over his terrifying encounter with a fearsome pirate...me!

Strolling back out into the sunlight, and replacing my cutlass in it's sheath, I strode down the road with my head held high. I was feared, I was powerful, and I was going to get Jack back.

Life, for the moment, was good.