The Pegasi Corps: Ch. 4

Chapter 4: Silver Bullets
Gracie's P.O.V

The cargo ship finally stopped sailing when it reached New Orleans. Quitley, Matt (who had finally managed to awaken) and I snuck off of the ship and into the city. What surprised me was how none of the ship mates found the giant hole I had made in the cargo ship. [Shut up, Matt. I'm not that big...don't reply to that or I'll break your face.]

Anyway, we traveled through the night of the city, lamp lights streaming down over us as we did so. Parties could be heard through out the city- the loud voices of people, the booming music...you could even hear the screechs of dancing women in the street from a mile away.

I looked towards Matt confused. "What is going on? Do New Orleaners usually act like this?"

Matt nodded playfully then shook his head, laughing. "You've gotta remember Gracie...it's Mardi Gras!"

(W.I.P)