you'll have to find out the hard way on the Queen Anne's Revenge

[felinemystique]

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[yourealrightnow]

Roswell hadn't sad much - hadn't said anything, as a matter of fact - from the moment they left the Post Office. Maybe he was just being paranoid, maybe he was over-thinking things, but he didn't want anybody or anything overhearing. It didn't matter how excited he was to talk about it with her, how much he wanted to theorize or plan. As it were, he already knew his next step. But she didn't. Quickly pulling out a sheet of crumpled paper in his pocket, Roswell hastily scrawed a note on its surface.

'He gave me a messenger butterfly. I just have to tie a note to it, send it, and we'll get the next step from him soon.'

Hoping she burned it later or something similar, he continued his silent trek until the Marketplace island was at his feet. It wasn't a second of this before, of course, something else decided to make itself known. A crowd had gathered near the smoking emptiness of what he was pretty sure used to be a bookstore. Shooting Fred a look, he had to stop himself from jogging over, settling for a power walk. What happened? Was this their fault?

[burntorangesky]

Fred read the words and then quickly pulled out her journal to see if they appeared there. When they didn't, she relaxed marginally. Crumpling up the paper and stuffing it into her empty pocket, she nodded her understanding.

Continuing to follow his silent lead, her attention was also drawn to the crowd when they reached the Marketplace proper. She looked over at Roswell, meeting his eyes and then looking away. Had they caused this somehow? She tightened her grip on the 'loot' bag slung over one shoulder with its precious cargo of paper as they both walked quickly over to the disturbance.

[yourealrightnow]

Arriving at the edge of the crater, Roswell found himself amazed at how thorough the destruction had been. There were no bodies, no bits of wood and glass; nothing. Aside from a set of sand-filled clothes and a stray piece of pipe near it, the crater was featureless.

The look in Roswell's eyes as he stared at his companion was much more intense than his words. They spoke volumes more. "We should get home." His eyes shifted to her bag, then back. "We can ask what happened over the journals."

[burntorangesky]

"Yes, that's a good idea." This place made Fred nervous. There hadn't been any sign of destruction when she passed this way earlier.

[yourealrightnow]

Without further word or a motion for her to follow, Roswell split himself away from the crater and resumed his trip to the Access Point. He'd ask all about it as soon as he got home.