<div style="text-align: justify;">London, England, 1725<br/><br/>OOC: Took the year from <a class="postlink" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golden_Age_of_Piracy">this article</a><br/><br/>Prosperity seemed to have blessed the inhabitants of that niche in the city. That small street showed only good homes, with well cared for gardens and dogs pacing back and forth behind closed gates.<br/><br/>For a community in which the houses were so close to each other, though, those people knew very little about one another. The adults met for dinner parties, and for other social engagements. The children, more liberal, met often to play with each other.<br/><br/>In that light blue house, there was a family of two. Mother and daughter were always well dressed and well taken care of. Mrs. Amy Blakeley and her daughter Catherine rarely received people in their home, but they accepted any invitations.<br/><br/>Their doors were usually opened for visitors on birthdays, and those who had been to the house said there were many exotic items, and many maps around the house. Still, nobody suspected anything. The lady of the house got letters every now and then, and very rarely a dark coach appeared on her door at night, and left in the morning.<br/><br/>Naturally, the adults spoke a lot about this strange situation. The kids, as it usually happens, didn't seem to mind.<br/><br/>In that sunny morning, Cathy left her house as soon as the gates started opening. Her thick black hair was tied on a braid, and the girl's green eyes were alive and with a happy expression, as every time after the dark coach passed by.<br/><br/>Waiting for the gates to open on the next house to the left, the girl stood outside, anxious. As she saw the person she had been waiting for, Catherine waved happily.<br/><br/>"Good morning, David!", the girl greeted enthusiastically. "Mother says I can play outside again, and so does the physician!", she completed, referring to the fact that she had been kept home for a few days to treat a throat problem.</div>