James had awakened many hours later to the sound of people scrambling around. As he sat up brushing the sand from every crevice it had found its way into during his sleep, he watched as some merchant ships came into dock at the port. This was not anything unusual in Port Royal as imports and exports were come by all the time.<br/><br/>Once James began to stand up and walk back home he though about what had happened the night before. Questioning how it was possible that no one left the land that night. As he scrambled through the woods back home he was struck with the idea ‘maybe the men who had burnt down the house did not leave because they are still here.’ James had stopped in his tracks at the thought of this possibility.  “Pirates” he yelled, but again went on his way. Although he didn’t really believe it to be true, James began to pay a little more attention during his walk back home.<br/><br/>James reached the front steps of his small house and before he could even take one more step his mother ran out crying. “Oh god, you’re alive,” his mother cried out. “We thought for sure you were dead after we heard about what happened to that house. Where were you? What were you doing all night? Why didn’t you come home?” James was not paying any attention to his mother; all he could think about was the fact that he didn’t see anyone leave. “James, James, James!” His mother yelled, “Are you listening to me?” “I’m fine mom,” James replied as he walked past her and lay down in his bed. James lay there in his bed for 4 hours before falling back asleep.<br/><br/>The rest of the month had gone by like any other and the talk of the town had changed from that dreadful night to the usual nonsense in which James wanted no part of. James had found himself doing a lot less playing in the woods. Instead he would walk aimlessly around town and the shoreline just hoping to find anything out of the ordinary. When James wasn't searching he was practicing his skills with a gun and had started to pick up a sword every so often.<br/><br/>It wasn't more than a month after the incident that James had noticed two girls not much younger then him. He watched as they walked along the road towards some of the merchants and then back. He did not think much of it, but knew that he had not seen them around in the past month. Since James was not really much of a social person he just expected that they hadn't been around much especially because most faces were new when he first started to keep watch. James was confused by a lot of things, but one thing was for sure. James knew that there were no pirates to be seen anywhere.<br/><br/>A few gloomy days had passed before James gave up on his quest and went back to his usual routine. He began spending more time in the woods and less time in the town, but for some reason he would still go to the beach and walk along the shoreline every few days. Maybe he was looking for a sign or maybe he was just hoping that one-day he could join a pirate crew and sail the seas.<br/>