Several weeks passed and the Sirius was set to port at Moldor. They had been out to sea for quite a while, and were in desperate need for supplies. They had thought it best for their safety to sail about the seas for as long as they could, but realized that their supplies were starting to thin, and the closest port was Moldor.

No word had come back on Daniel or any of his men, and Leonardo had written to them and informed them that they had yet to catch him. When told of their arrival at port, he warned them to stay alert and to leave as soon as possible.

Sam went with the crew to the market to gather some provisions. Her shoulder had healed up quite a bit, although it was still sore and rather stiff. Eduardo helped her each day with some of the things she still had some difficulty doing. He quietly held her hand as they walked behind everyone. While he was still considerably uncomfortable showing affection to her in public, he had loosened up since the last time they'd been in Moldor.

Being much taller than she, Eduardo peered over the crowd and led them around. They had a rather small section of the list of items they still needed, so Sam knew it shouldn't take them too long.

"Why don't you go and grab these and I'll go grab these?" Sam said, pointing to the remaining items on the list. She went ahead and started walking away in one direction, but a big hand grabbed her collar and pulled her back.

"I don't think so," Eduardo state, glaring down at her, "Not with Daniel still running around."

Sam rolled her eyes. "Come on, Thomas and I will go and grab these smaller items while you guys can grab these larger things."

"Yeah, I'll go with her Eduardo." Thomas said, already walking away.

He sighed and released Sam's collar. "Fine. But keep an eye out. Daniel is still lurking around here, so if you even think you hear or see him, the both of you go straight back to the Sirius. Understand?"

Sam ran over to Thomas and waved back at Eduardo. "Yeah, yeah I hear you."

She held up the list. "So we just need to grab the rest of these medical supplies?"

Thomas nodded. "I believe so. There's a small store up the street that sells these things, so we can get them there and then wait for everyone back at the ship."

Sam agreed and walked with Thomas. The store wasn't terribly far from where they had been, only a few minute walk. They mingled inside the store and gathered up the rest of the supplies. Sam wasn't in any particular hurry to leave. She knew that they needed to grab their things and leave as soon as they could, but she didn't see the harm in enjoying their time there. She placed a feathery hat on Thomas's head and laughed as he looked up, bewildered at the garment.

"You look quite fetching." She said smiling.

He smiled at her and took the hat off, placing it on the table. "Hilarious, Sam."

She strolled down the counter and eyed something in particular at the end. It gleamed in the light and Sam went over to pick it up. It was a small, silver pocket watch, and rather antique looking at that. It was fairly clean and well-kept, and pressing it up to her ear, she could hear the ticking of the clock inside. She recalled as Eduardo had been eyeing a similar watch a few weeks back. He wasn't one for trinkets, but she knew how much he liked having a watch with him when they were out on the ocean. She smiled to herself as she took the item over and showed it to Thomas.

"Isn't this nice?"

He nodded. "Sure is. You getting it for yourself?"

"No, for Eduardo. He's had his eye on one for weeks now, so I thought I'd surprise him."

They went to the counter to purchase their supplies. Sam paid for the watch with her own money from the pay that Morgan had given her a while back. She'd saved it up for a special occasion, and she knew it would be worth it just to see the look on his face when she gave it to him. Sam followed Thomas outside of the store.

Thomas carried the sacks over his shoulder, despite Sam's pleas to let her help him. He had just brushed her off and thrown the sacks on his shoulder without a second look. The crew had babied her slightly ever since she'd been shot, not letting her help out around the ship as much as usual, not letting her carry heavier items, things of that nature. And it drove her absolutely insane. She'd complained about it once to Eduardo who had merely laughed at her and told her that it was her punishment for not calling for help from them in the first place. Stinking pirates.

They strolled down the street back to the ship. "You think the guys are back yet?"

Thomas glanced over his shoulder at the clock tower. "Maybe. We had the same amount of stuff to get."

Sam begged Thomas again to let her help him the rest of the way back to the ship, but he continued to change subjects, teasing her the whole way. Several months ago, Thomas wouldn't have even uttered a negative word around her, and always called her 'Miss' or 'Ma'am'. Now though, he didn't seem to even blink as he teased her. Not quite as mercilessly as Eduardo would, but he was in close ranks.

"You're starting to act more like Eduardo." She grumbled at him as she stormed up the steps onto the ship.

She heard him laugh behind her. "Perhaps."

"I'll put everything away at least, and don't you dare try to stop me." She snatched the supplies away from him and headed towards the medical supply storage area. She stomped down the stairs and opened the supply closet. They had a list hanging in the closet of a running tally of all of the supplies in the closet, and Sam started tallying away as she started placing items in their appropriate bins.

"I'll be cleaning up here if you need me." She heard Thomas shout down the stairs to her.

A little while later, Sam double checked the tally on the sheet and placed the last of the supplies they had brought into the last bins. She stood up and stretched, yawning. After they set sail again, she thought that she'd take a little cat-nap on deck. It was such a pretty, clear day, that it would be the perfect day for it. She pulled the pocket watch out of her pocket and looked at it admiringly for a moment. She decided to wait until later that night to give it to him, stuffing it back in her pocket.

She hadn't heard the guys return, but she figured that since they had some of the larger items on their list, that they'd take a longer time getting back. She bounded up the stairs toward the deck. She immediately felt that something was wrong as she neared the top of the stair case, it was far too quite up top. Thomas always whistled or hummed as he cleaned, but all she could hear was dead silence. Upon reaching the top stair, she practically stumbled onto the deck to Thomas, who was lying face down on the ground.

She shook him. "Thomas!" He remained motionless on the ground, appearing to have been knocked unconscious. She went to turn around but screamed as someone grabbed her by her hair and yanked her to her feet.

"Just the person I was looking for." An all too familiar voice whispered in her ear.