“Isn’t this my lucky day…” 

Lucky told himself while he was running for his life. With all of his speed he ran, he didn’t know where he was going. Through a small crowd of people and multiple twist and turns. After a while he turned around he realized he wasn’t being chased anymore and he was at Dock 13. With a sigh in relief he leaned against the wall and took of his hood. He looked around the area; it was pretty bare, with a couple of people and only a few boats scatter about. He didn’t know what to do now, asking about Black Hole Merrick seems harder to do and searching for him by himself will take all day. He pulled out his grandpa’s map again and looked at it. 

“What you want do you want me to do old man?” He wondered, as he was about to put the map back it flew right from his hands. “Hey! No!!” before he could reach it the map flew around fast, seemingly taunting him; it flew around the ships and soon moved closer to a merchant’s ship with at least two people talking. He ran to catch it, hoping it wouldn't go any further from his reach. “This isn’t my day."