dear Diary.

Yesterday me and the girl I met road with a highwayman. I whould honestly like to know why all these weird things are happening.

An insane lord, a blind gypsy, a kid pirate, and then a friendly highwayman. I've been having a wierd week. Actually, evreythings been wierd for months. I'll need to write about all that, later.

Anyway, mea nd chelsea are back in bowerstone. Now I have to get back to looking for Sparrow. I reall shouldnt have left earlier. But, I got kidpnapped by a blind gypsy.

Also, I have a gun.

Rose finished writing in her diary for the day, and looked at the cityscape.

She could see the buildings of Bowerstone expanding before her, until they yielded to vast snow covered fields. Currently the sky was overcast, with no threat of snow, with the sun hiding inbetween gray clouds.

Chelsea walked up to Rose and joined her, sitting next to her on the crate that Rose was using as a chair.

"So what is that you got that there?" She asked.

"Oh, it's my Diary. Found it in that loon's house. I don't know why he's taken such an interest in me."

"Maybe he really could be your brother?" Chelsea said.

Rose snorted. "Yeah, sure, and I bet he's been to the moon too."

"Speaking of your brother, when are we gonna look for him?"

"I'm thinking after we get set up here." Rose said. Here being the attic of an abandoned house in the poorer part of Bowerstone, Rose had been here a scant few times, when she and Sparrow had to be somewhere other than Old Town for a while. The house had a hole in the roof, giving the two, well Rose, a scenic view of the city. "Then I'm thinking we steal a pie."

"No theft. That is immoral." Chelsea stated.

"Yeah sure, now, I'd like you to help me finsih up setting up this place?"

Rose walked down busy slightly unfamiliar streets, Chelsea behind her, trying to go about her goal of finding her little brother.

She was having difficulty however, as her stomach was beggining to grumble.

Rose did however discover through her walks in the snowy city, down busy streets, that something was amiss with the town guard. It wasn't something that was spoken directly, more that it was something that was felt. Whispered words close to the walls, shifting gazes, a tense air whenever a guard passed by.

Rose had a mixed opinion of the Guard herself. While they did little to effectively do anthing better in Old Town, they had never done anything make it worse.

These thoughts of authority were derailed however, when she smelt a sumptious pie, laying out to cool on a windowsill. So she stopped in her tracks, turned around, and went to nick it for herself. She was in middle of sneaking up to the windowsill to grab it when she felt a hard thwack on the top of the head. She landed headfirst into the snow, and turned around to see Chelsea, with her walking stick.

"What the bloody hell was that for?" She asked angrily.

"I told you stealing is wrong." She said, as if she were a parent correcting a child.

"Yeah, and how do you suppose we get food, considering we have no money?" Rose asked.

"We make do. I told you I wouldn't tolerate any immoral actions."

Rose paused, and looked Chelsea over carefully. "You know what, you're crazy, and I'm hungry, so... I'm taking it anyway." With that, Rose quickly popped up, grabbed the pie, but was tripped by Chelsea before she took two steps, and landed face first into the pie, with a large amount of it falling on her expensive jacket.

"Oh, look what you've done now!" Rose expclaimed trying to get up. "The pies ruined, and so is my face."

Chelsea simply giggled.

"Don't laugh, I'm very cross with you now! Now I'll go hungry, and I'm a mess! Least if you let me keep it, someone would have gotten to eat it!"

Chelsea just giggled some more.

"Hey you!" A thin, but tall guard with a dark complection called. "You are in trouble missy!"

"See, this man agrees, stealing is bad." Chelsea stated.

"I could choke you right now." Rose said.

"Stealling is a crime." The guard said, looking at a Rose, and her pie covered face with disgust. "I'm afraid I'll have to arrest you."

Rose sighed, and thought up a quick mental list of options for her to use. "But sir, I'm so hungry, I haven't eaten a proper meal forever, and it smelt so good, and, and..."

"Yeah, sure. I don't care." He said rudely.

"You could be nicer about this." Chelsea said.

"Oh don't think I'm letting you get off either. You're just as much a part of this as she is." The guard said.

"What! But I was trying to stop her." Chelsea implored.

"Don't care."

Rose quickly found her appreciation for the Guards of Bowerstone quickly dropping. "Are you sure you can't make an exception for a couple of young girls like us?"

"No."

With that, Rose had gotten down to the last number on her mental checklist.

"Run!" She yelled. And with that, Rose was off, dragging Chelsea along by her hand, darting through the crowds, with the guard trying to follow, and spitting curses at them. It didn't take long to lose the thin man in the crowd.

"Well that was unpleasant." Chelsea stated.

"Unpleasant? You got apple pie all over me fancy coat." Rose complained. "So now I'm hungry and messy."

"I told you not to steal. I detest immoral people."

"So why are you taking the high ground all of a sudden? Maybe I should take you to the graveyard, and leave you there for walking corpses to eat."

"I assure they would be no match for me." Chelsea said with a slght smirk.

"Yeah, whatever." Rose said, fingering her new pistol in her pocket.

"Oi! There you are, stop where you are!" He cried, taking out his shortsword.

"He's got his weapon out." Rose noted, starting to take step backwards.

"He wouldn't use that in a crowd." Chelsea said. A half second later, a gunshot rang from a pistol he held in his hand, and the crowd scattered.

"Time to run!" Rose said, grabbing Chelsea, and running through the quickly dissapearing crowds. Rose quickly dodged into a small alleyway, and worked her way through the mass of barrels and crates, Chelsea's hand still firmly grasped in her, and the guard hot on their coattails.

Rose however, finally managed to lose him, when she burst through one door, and found herself in a large dark room, with a man performing on a lit stage.

"Oh light through yonder window breaks? Is it the sun? No, tis far more fair and more beautiful."

"What's that?" Chelsea asked.

"Oh, we're in a theatre." Rose said, leading them through the isles.

"I've never been in a theatre before." She said.

"Me neither." Rose whispered.

"Who be that? Yet another suitor too lazy to come up to my bedroom?" Said the female lead from her balcony. "Aye, unless mine eyes decieve me, another weak fool is trying to win my heart with a handful of fancy words, that he knows not the meaning of." The audience laughed.

At that moment, the guard burst into the theatre, and looked around grumpily. Rose quickly seated herself, and Chelsea next to some mousy kid who almost started to kick up a fuss, until Rose covered his mouth.

"Ah, my fair lady, I be simply too intimidated by your ultimate splendifourus-ness, that I canst call enough a courage to bring myself so close to you!"

"That, and my father's sword has a wide reach, no?"

"No."

"So, thou art a coward, for thou fears woman before he fears the sword."

"No..."

"Tell me, what does it mean to be be more fair and more beautiful that the sun?"

"Huh?"

"You said I was more beautiful and more fair that the sun, what the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Are you okay?" Chelsea asked.

"Yeah, this kid is just putting up a fuss." Rose said. "One second." She turned to the kid. "Kid, I'm on the run from the law, and I've got a gun, calm down, or I'll use it." With that he started squirming.

"It's immoral to threaten young children." Chelsea whispered.

"Don't you start that again!" Rose said, shortly before being shushed by someone in the audience.

Rose kept her eye on the guard as he patrolled the small theatre.

"Well, if you can't explain to me you're own words, then you obviously are no match suitable for me."

"No, my dearest sweet one, I am worthy!"

"With your scrawny appearance, thou art obviously not strong like a hero, or knight, of even a common town guard. You can not tell me the meaning of thine own words, so thou art not even literate, or educated, and since you haven't enough gall to enter my house, you are not even rich, or possibly well secured in manners of money, what dost thou possibly have to offer me?"

"My boundless love?"

"Hah, love is always in large supply until it is requested."

"But does love not conquer all?"

"Tell me dear suitor, how is love, an immaterial concept, matter to me?"

"Love does not run out as money will, it will not fade as strength does, and it... hmmm, actually, I don't think intelligence really wears out does it?"

The boy tapped Rose on her shoulder. "What is it?" She asked.

"Can I have my mouth back?" He asked.

"Oh, fine, but no yelling or anything." Rose said. "By the way, what's the name of this play?"

"Marriage of Inconvenience."

"Oh love, for you I would brave bloody cliffs, I would slay balverines, skin you a dress made from dragon hide if you wish it."

"A spiny little man like you? I think not."

"But-"

"No buts, I don't want either my but, nor your but anywhere in this convesation."

"By the way-" Rose asked the boy.

"Yes?"

"Do you know anything about an orphanage opening up?"

"Oh yeah, they're building up one in the newer part of town, near the quay."

"Thanks."

"Y-you were supposed to fall deeply in love with me."

"A declaration of love, and some fancy nonsense words were supposed to capture my heart?"

"Y-Yeah."

"And I suppose you believed you and I wouldst be married within the week then."

"K-kinda."

"If that was thyne plan, it wouldst be much easier to use a love potion then."

With that, the female lead left.

"That wouldstn't be a bad idea." The man murmured.

With that the lights on stage dimmed.

"What's going on?" Rose asked the kid.

"Intermission." He said.

"Crap."

"Is the guard still here?" Chelsea asked.

"Yep."

"Crap."

"I think it's time to run."

"But if he hasn't seen us, then we'd just be drawing attention to ourselves."

"Oi! You two hoodlums!" The guard shouted.

"Crap." The girls said simultaneously.

A couple hours later, girls had worn themselves ragged dodging the guard, but they managed to succeed somewhere around the marketplace. They slowly made their way back to the attic they had spent the last night in, to rest.

"The guard seems awfully hostile here don't they." Chelsea remarked.

"Maybe. I don't know. I don't care. It's just another reason to finally get away from it all." Rose said. "Oh, and don't think I've forgiven you for getting us in trouble back there."

"You were the one-"

"Oh shut it." Rose said. "You know, I don't see what anyone sees in this city. Only the rich ever find anything to enjoy, and everyone else suffers at their expense."

There was a mutual silence between the two for a few moments.

"Let's just go to sleep, and then we'll find Sparrow tomorrow, and maybe then we can leave this blasted city."

Hello internet. Hows it going.

I want to say stuff, but it's harder than you think. This chapter was going to be longer, but I had a bout of inspiration today about the immediate future of the story, and to better facilitate that, it'll be easier to end this chapter now.

Anyway, please give opinions and such, I know this isn't my best work, or that much happens, but it's still something, right? Right?

-Sincerely SAmaster01