Buon Natale! I am posting this kinda early because it's Christmas! This is my idea of what happened in Plymouth when a group of colonists went to Roanoke and found it deserted. It's from William's (Jack was called William White in that life) POV. It's a little longer than some of my others. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Blue Bloods.

The Day the Devil Went Walking

William White (Jack) POV

I stand on the ship, watching the waves crash on the shore. We are heading to Roanoke, a nearby island where a few other colonists settled. Myles wants us to bring supplies to them.

I said goodbye to my wife and family at the docks, we don't know how long this trip will take. The winds seem to be against us, it has already been two weeks. I can't seem to shake the feeling that something bad is about to happen.

It comes as a relief to see shore again. I see the gray shadow through the fog. We've come a long way to see it. John Carver comes to stand by me on the deck. He is a few years older than me, but our wives are good friends.

My stomach lurches as I get that feeling again, a sense that something is wrong. The eerie fog blocks my vision, the only sound on the waters is the waves lapping against the boat, and the cold air. The cold chills you to your bones, no matter how thick your clothes are.

"It's good to see land again." John says politely. His voice sounds far away.

"Yeah, it seems the sea didn't agree with most people." I said.

John nods absently, his eyes locked on the land mass.

"Do-?" He starts.

I raised my eyebrows questioningly.

"Do you have the feeling that something is wrong?" He asked hesitantly.

"Yes." I paused. "But Myles doesn't seem to agree." I said a trifle bitterly. Myles seemed to be too sure in his own ideas to be open to anyone else's input.

I realized that we were getting into rather dangerous territory.

"I'm sure it's just the fog that is making me feel this way." I forced a laugh. "It gives everything an eerie look, doesn't it?"

John looked slightly disappointed in my response, but before he could say anything, we were interrupted by a call from the captain.

"Grab the ropes and weigh anchor!" The captain yelled. "We've reached land."

I stepped onto Roanoke Island. The docks had been completely empty. Not even a single person was to be seen. A few men had gone ahead of the rest, myself and John included. There is a village in the distance.

Finally to see some proof of life! I think it would do the men good to see the colonists once we reach it.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

We have reached the houses and it is completely deserted. Not a soul to be found. We have begun searching for any form of life on the island. The silence is deafening. It's almost as if it is pressing down on us, as if it was suffocating us.

The men have started to lose hope.

"William! Come and have a look at this!" John called. There was a fearful edge to his voice.

I ran over to where he was looking.

John had a grim expression on his face. And there it was. A single word, scratched into a tree.

Croaton

The sight of the word sent shivers down my spine.

Croaton, Abomination, A Silver Blood

The people of Roanoke we're taken by the Devil's followers. Taken to full consumption.

"They were all drained." I said, stating the obvious.

John nodded gravely. "There is no other explaination."

I backed away from the word as if it burned.

"It can't be! Michael destroyed Lucifer himself! I saw it!" I said incredulously.

"Yes. It is what I feared." John said in a hard voice. "He was never truly destroyed. I always knew that the day would come where the Devil went walking once again." His voice betrayed an ancient sadness and wisdom that his young body hid.

"We must warn the others, sail back to Plymouth- immediately." I said.

John nodded as we walked back to the ship in a heavy silence.

We are not safe. Croaton. The words echoed in my head.

The time will come where we will have to fight. We cannot run from it any longer. Our people are dying, more souls are lost, held prisoner to an insane conscious.

Yes, we will have to fight.

But will we win?

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Windy