For three months, England has rained down a heavy storm from the heavens without sign of stopping; ever since the execution of Madame Wiltov, the presumed witch whom lost her head, Heaven has mourned in rain.
Three months ago, Madame Wiltov was arrested for witchcraft after presumably speaking to the dead.
Unanimously, the magistrate sent the witch to hang until her head broke off; which, it did.
Now, heaven cries.
"Will that rain ever go away?" Little Olivia asked, "It's been raining a very long time I've almost forgotten what the sunshine looks like. " She sighed into the window, looking out to the saddened streets.
Her mother sewing in a chair looked to her, "Get away from that window, it'll only break your heart. "
Olivia did, she closed the green velvet curtains as well, then sat by the tiny fire sadly, "When will we get a big hot fire again, mum?"
Her mother sighed, looking into the fire unsure if they'd ever have one again, "After the rain stops, my dear... Right now the wood is so damp a blaze is not willing to stay long... "
Olivia nodded, getting up and pacing, "When is Mason coming home from the library? He's been there for an awfully long time. "
Her mother shrugged, still sewing until the scream of horns burst threw their eardrums.
Olivia covered her ears and called to her mother, "What's that!"
Doing the same as her daughter, the mother got up to embrace her child, "Pirates!"
On the docks where Madame Wiltov was hung, Jack's ship was docked with the draw bridge down.
Also on the docks, the male townsmen stood on their side of the port waiting for the pirates to come down.
Both sides waiting for the other to move.
A man in a powdered wig stood forth and called, "You pirates turn back to Hell from which you came, or you'll be strung up and brittled to bone!"
A thin pirate broke from the chain of pirates to stand up front, "But we've come all this way. "
While the thin one stalled, Jack and three other crew men slipped off the trout shallower silently to Antionio in the rowboat.
"I don't care if you managed to escape from Satan himself, your crew is not welcome here!" The Englishman spat.
Jack, Antonio and the three others quickly changed into fisherman clothing as they noiselessly rowed to another dock.
The thin pirate looked to the water, "Who said this was my crew?"
Quickly understanding, the Englishman from before slowly stepped back, "Echoe the horns, pirates are loose in our town!"
In the England Library, a fair haired lad with his locks pinned to his head was reading at a table peacefully.
Yet, a few moments later his peace was broken by the same horns.
The lad ducked down under the table and pushed it down in front of him as a barrier, "Everyone, pirates!"
Hurrying to get out of the library or to hide, the citizens inside scrambled like headless chickens, "Pirates, pirates, pirates!"
Just then, the crew pounces through the glass windows with swords and torches ready.
"Remember why we're here, find the map!" Antonio ordered the crew as they all split up before beginning to ransack the library.
The fair haired lad watched the pirates quietly as their chaotic campaign set about the room; he watched as Antonio drew closer to the fallen table, seeing him fully before but then only his leather boots.
Still trying to remain quiet, the lad stared at the table wondering what to do until he realised as escape; with all of his might from his hands, he launched the table to knock Antonio down on his back and trapped.
The lad got up quickly, "Help, help, I caught one!" he cried, but yelped when he was lifted by another pirate.
Antonio kicked the table off, "Minnow, have you got the map?"
A tall mangy pirate lifted a rolled up papyrus in his fist, "Yes!"
"Well let's light this place a blaze!" Antonio exclaimed, yanking the lad's hair and bringing him along behind him.
After that, the other pirates began setting books on fire as the lad tried to fight Antonio away, "Fire!" The lad called to the hiding citizens.
Without a second thought, the citizens broke from their hiding places to run out of the library as the building started to burn.
"Why you!" Antonio snorted, grabbing a rope to bind the mass wrists and a rag to gag his words, "Jack, we're coming out!"
Through the broken glass and raging embers, the fair haired lad watched in shock as a tall black shadow approached.