[Continued]<br/><br/>John Silver awoke early that morning as usual. His first instinct was to head to the kitchen to begin his duties. Sitting up, he pulled on his boots and straightened his eyepatch. On his way out of the lower decks, however, John noticed Jim's bed empty. He stared at the bed for a long moment before walking past and going up the stairs.<br/><br/>Out on the deck, the air was cold. It hit him and chilled him to the bone. Luckily, John had grabbed his jacket from below decks and wrapped it around himself. The pirate's boots clunked on the wooden deck as he crossed it to the other side where the kitchen was located. It was early, way too early for anyone to be awake, yet John felt a presence nearby.<br/><br/>Shrugging, John continued and went down into the kitchens where it was warm. Sweat beads immediately began to accumulate on his brow, but he didn't mind. After all, being a cook for so long he was used to the intense heat of the kitchens. It was almost...comforting for him. With a small sigh, he began his work.