I know I said I wasn't going to do this pairing any more but damn I just love them too much to stop! So here we go another one that only like 7 people will read. Yay! This will be a three part series of three different aspects of their lives. Rould and Isa, Luxord and Saix, and finally what happens when they die as nobodies.

So two things; one there's a TW for insinuations of sex with a minor and secondly I know Isa has blue eyes. I have him with gold in this because it's kind of a connecting point for hims and Rould. (I'm using Rould because it sounds more piratey of all his name options.) I think that's it so on with the fic. Much love for you all. Keva

Oh make that three things. The scene with Isa and his sword think of how Saix hold his claymore when he fights. I don't think I described it very well but I tried.

P.S. I'm going to post this under OXIII for now and see what happens then probably move it to my little corner (which I own) of this fandom under the Lux/Sai pairing.

xx

Isa nestled himself behind the stack of barrels tears in his eyes and trying to be as quiet as possible. His parents were dead, his village was practically destroyed, and the pirates that invaded were still there killing people. Why wouldn't they just go away and leave him alone?

"Are you okay?"

Isa startled fearfully and stared wide eyed at the blonde boy staring at him. His tears began spilling down over his cheeks in earnest as he locked stares with the pirate boy.

Rould kneeled down before the boy and smiled at him. "It's okay I'm not going to hurt you."

"I'm scared." Isa whispered and jumped when a woman started screaming in the building next door to them. "They killed my mommy and daddy." He whispered with a nod at the boy.

Rould sighed deeply and pressed his lips together. "I'm sorry." He reached out, tangled his fingers into the boy's silky blue hair, and gently stroked his head. His father did that to him when he was little and would get upset so he figured it might help calm this boy down too. "So what's your name?"

Isa wiped his nose with his sleeve and sniffled. "Isa." Feeling the elder boy's fingers in his hair was making him feel a little better. "What's yours?"

"Rould." He smiled at him. "I'll make sure no one hurts you okay."

"Okay." Isa nodded in agreement though his tears kept falling. "My mommy and daddy are dead." He nodded sadly at him.

Rould frowned then settled himself down next to the boy and pulled him into his lap. "I'm sorry." He wrapped his arms around him and hugged him.

Isa stiffened against the elder boy's hold but slowly began to relax especially when he again stroked his fingers through his hair.

"How bout," he started causing the boy to look up at him with his wide glassy amber eyes. "we play questions and answers so you won't think about it?"

Isa drew his brows and again wiped his nose with his sleeve. "Okay."

"Okay." Rould grinned at him. "I'll go first. How old are you?"

"Six." Isa nodded and held up six fingers to show him. "How old are you?"

"Twelve." He nodded. "Two sixes make twelve."

"Like two of me?" Isa questioned and sniffled trying to stop his tears.

Rould smiled and nodded at him. "Just like two of you. What's your favorite color?"

"Blue like my hair," he nodded and grabbed a chunk to show him. "and your eyes." He pointed up at his face. "What's yours?"

"Gold," he smiled and wiped the last of the boy's tears away. "just like my hair and your eyes."

Isa smiled at that. "We're almost the same."

"Almost." Rould smiled back at him.

Isa suddenly frowned deeply and stared down at his lap. "Rol what am I supposed to do with no mommy and daddy to take care of me?"

Rould frowned and again tangled his fingers into the boy's hair. "I'll make sure you're taken care of." He nodded causing the boy to look up at him. "Promise."

Isa opened his mouth to respond to that but snapped it shut when a scary pirate stepped behind the barrels.

"Boy what ye be doin back here?" The pirate growled.

"None of your business." Rould glared at the man.

"You're supposed to be learnin the way of the pirate not bein a bloody nurse maid."

"Go away dad." He narrowed his deep blues even further. "I can pirate however I want!"

Eyes nearly identical to his own narrowed just as deeply. "Boy you're about to be introduced ta the broad side of me sword if ye don't watch it."

"Again?" Rould snorted then sighed deeply. "Look I can't leave him like this." He nodded determinedly. "He's just a baby." He tightened his arm around the boy protectively. "He's too young ta be left alone and someone," he insinuated. "killed his parents."

The older pirate snorted at that. "That's the point ta bein a pirate."

"Not everyone is the enemy." He growled. "Steal and rape fine but killing everyone is just bloody stupid."

"Then what do ye intend ta do with him?" He changed the subject knowing how the boy would get when he set his mind to things.

Rould looked down at the boy in his lap who was staring at his father fearfully and gripping tightly to his shirt. "I'm going to keep him." He nodded and stroked his fingers though his blue hair. "Until we can find someone to take proper care of him somewhere." He smiled at the boy when he looked up at him.

The elder rolled his eyes and sighed deeply. "Fine but he be your responsibility."

"Fine." He agreed.

"Alright then be ready ta set sail by sunup. You ain't there and you'll regret it." He nodded curtly.

"I'll be there unlike someone who's always late." He glared at him.

"Sometimes the rum is just too good ta leave." He smirked at him. "You'll understand when yer older."

Rould rolled his eyes at him. "I already know what rum tastes like," he nodded. "you an' Bootstrap give me some every year on my birthday."

"Do I?" He stuck the tip of his dagger into his beard and scratched his chin. "Hmm… probably shouldn't do that." He shrugged. "Ah well laddie I suppose worse things could be done ta ye." He shook his head. "Anyway, as for the babe there," he nodded at the boy in his lap. "he'll be your responsibility and if the lads take issue you'll have to stand on yer own."

Rould snorted at that. "You forget dad I have the key to the rum locker."

"Aye," he smirked. "just make sure they don't try ta take yer head off to get to it."

"That's why I don't keep it with me." He pointed out smartly. "Without my head it'll never be found."

"Good lad." He nodded. "Well off to pillagin, rapin, and" when his son narrowed his deep blues he laughed. "nay on the killin."

"Thank you." He smiled and hugged Isa to his chest a little tighter.

The elder pirate nodded at him the turned and ran off towards the nearest pub.

Rould shook his head and smiled down at the boy. "Have you ever been on a ship before?"

Isa shook his head. "No."

"You want to go on one and stay with me?" He buried his fingers into his hair. "I'll take care of you and make sure you're safe."

"But the pirates that killed my mommy and daddy." He nodded at him worriedly as his eyes began filling with tears again.

Rould pressed his lips together and gently wiped the boy's tears away. "Well they might be on my ship but they could be on one of the other ships." He nodded. "If you see them point em out and I'll know who they are and have their ears cut off okay?"

"Okay." Isa nodded at him then looked to where Rould's father so recently stood. "Your daddy won't hurt me will he?"

"Nah." He stood up, picking Isa up, and setting him so the boy had his legs wrapped around his waist and arms wrapped around his neck. "No one will ever hurt you I'll make sure of it. Now let's get to the ship and get something to eat I'm famished."

Isa nodded at him then laid his head on his shoulder. "I'm hamised too." He yawned exhausted from his terrifying ordeal.

Rould chuckled at that and carried the boy all the way back to the ship avoiding most of his father's crew along the way.

xx

Rould tucked Isa into his bed making sure he was covered so he would stay warm then turned when Gibbs entered his father's cabin.

"Boy ye be a bit young for buggerin," he looked at the boy sleeping in the bed. "both of ye."

"I'm not." Rould defended. "His parents were killed and father said I could keep him."

Gibbs arched his brows highly. "Apparently lad ye need a lesson in the difference between pets and people."

"I know he's a person." Rould huffed. "Actually he's just a baby who had his whole family killed." He nodded. "I couldn't leave him to die, he didn't do nothing to us so why should he be left to suffer?"

"That be the pirate way." He nodded.

"Not every person in every town we invade deserves to die," he scowled. "especially when they have babies that will be left behind. Doesn't killing mothers with babies break some pirate code or something?"

"Well now that you mention it." Gibbs nodded and scratched his scruffy beard thoughtfully. "I believe there's something about killing women of less privilege when they have a child to tend to."

Rould scowled. "I knew it." He huffed. "How many other babies were left to die because we slaughtered their whole family? That's not fair!" He growled at him.

"Again…"

"Stuff it Gibbs." He growled cutting him off knowing exactly what he was going to say. "I'm going to make it a new rule that anyone caught killing mothers with babies will have their eye gouged out." He glared deadly at him.

"You think your father is going to enforce that rule?"

"No." He shook his head angrily. "I will though and when I find out who killed Isa's parents they're going to be sorry."

Gibbs shook his head. "You can't impose a punishment after a rule has been made before anyone knows of this rule."

"I can." He nodded determinedly. "This is my ship and I can do what I want."

"Nay laddie this be your father's ship."

Rould waved a dismissive hand through the air. "His ship, my ship, it doesn't matter. The point is if you break the pirate's code you're no better than a traitor. I mean if you break that rule what other rules are you breaking? Pirates need to trust each other and if you can't trust your mate you're as good as dead."

Gibbs shook his head at the boy. He warned the captain not to let his mother keep him those early years or allow him to be sent to that posh school. Now he was a know it all with all kinds of morals that went against the pirating way. Though he did have a point.

"I suppose." He nodded at the boy. "However ye be a tot yourself; how do ye intend to keep the mates in line?"

"I am not." He scowled at him. "And don't worry about it I have my ways of dealing with those who don't obey my rules." He nodded at him then looked over at Isa curled up in a tight ball. "Gibbs do you think the lads will take issue with him?" He turned back to the older pirate and stared at him worriedly.

Gibbs sighed deeply and shrugged. "I can't say." He nodded and looked at the sleeping little boy. "I'd say most probably won't seeing as he's just a wee babe."

"Well if they do then they have a problem with me." He nodded and glared at him.

"I suppose we'll see what happens when they all sober up and make it back ta the ship." Gibbs nodded then turned and left the room.

"Aye, that we will." Rould narrowed his eyes deeply with a nod.

xx

Over the next few months after the initial shock that there was a new addition to the ship things for the most part settled into routine. Rould did his chores like he always did, practiced his knife and sword skills daily, and continued to take lessons from his father in the pirating way. The only difference in his day to day activities was a little blue haired boy either sitting nearby watching, holding his hand, or wrapped around his leg.

Rould swore he would take care of the boy and he was holding true to his sworn duty. He made sure Isa was fed, cleaned, clothed, was always happy and comfortable, and even began teaching him how to fight like a pirate. He was much to his father's annoyance quite the proper little mother to the boy.

However it was made very clear not so long ago when one of the crew took issue with Isa that they either accepted the boy or they wind up with a knife lodged in their throat. Shockingly enough it was one of the longer termed members of the crew that met a nasty end for hurting little Isa.

Everyone aboard knew Rould was one of the best when it came to throwing daggers and playing cards. It was almost as if he was born with the knowledge ingrained into his head. So it was common knowledge that if you play cards with the boy be prepared to lose even if you try to cheat and don't piss him off.

Well Scales learned this the hard way when it was found out that he had done wrong by little Isa.

Rould found the little boy hiding under the bed sobbing to the point of incoherency and naked. Once he managed to coax the boy out from under the bed it was quickly discovered someone had whipped him until he bled. It was another several hours before he was able to calm the boy down enough to speak. Then it was another day before he got the boy to tell him what happened and who did it.

Apparently Isa had accidently tripped when the ship lurched, bumped into Scales, and caused the man to spill his rum. In return Sacles deemed it necessary to beat the boy to teach him a lesson. For Rould it was the same as stealing from him or worse beating him and the retribution came swift severe.

That next day when the whole crew was gathered on the deck Rould showed off his knife throwing skills. Scales never saw it coming until the knife was lodged securely in his neck and before he died Rould let him and everyone else know why. "Anyone who hurts Isa hurts me and they will pay." He growled as he tangled his fingers into the hair of the boy wrapped around his leg.

From that point on Isa was treated as if he was made of glass or at the very least as if he was Rould himself. Several of the crew even went so far as to take the boy under their wings and show him a few sword wielding techniques or just to keep an eye on him.

It was soon noted that Isa actually showed great skill in how quickly he was learning to wield his sword. Though much to many of his teacher's irritation however he refused to hold his little wooden sword up in front of him. For reasons none could understand he had a strong preference for holding it with the blade pointed down more like a walking stick. Yet for all the oddity of it he managed to wield it just as well as any kid his age learning to wield a sword. Rould said if that's the way he wanted it then so be it and so it was left at that.

It wasn't long until the deal was forgotten and it was never mentioned that they were supposed to be looking for a home for Isa. Rould was quite content having Isa with him and Isa remained by the elder boy's side always.

The months soon turned to years and those years aged both boys fairly well. They were strong fighters, defenders of their ship, their pirate family, and above all else each other. It was wondered on more than one occasion whether or not Rould and Isa were actually one person in their past life. They seemed to mesh together so well that one would start something and the other would easily finish it like they started it in the first place.

Then when Rould turned seventeen and Isa was just a mere eleven a change occurred. For on Rould's seventeenth birthday he like his father on his seventeenth birthday was to have his first whore. Rould went though reluctantly and Isa had stayed behind rather displeased for reasons no one could understand and didn't calm down until Rould's return.

Rould walked into his and Isa's shared room and found the boy sitting on the edge of the bed, foot in hand, and frowning. "What happened?" He questioned as he kneeled down before the boy and attempted to take his foot into his own hand. He was quickly thwarted when Isa jerked away from him.

"What do you care?" Isa hissed. "Go back to your whore!" He ambers narrowed as he glared at him.

Rouled frowned at him. "I didn't do anything and you know I only went to appease my father." He nodded then reached out and gently grabbed his foot.

"But your dad said…"

"I had to go." He looked up at him cutting him off. "He didn't say I had to do anything with her." He wrinkled his nose. "Plus who knows where she's been," he lifted his foot up to see what was wrong with it. "probably loaded with syphilis or something worse. How'd you get a sliver in your foot?"

"Remember, my shoes fell apart and we're suppose to get me some before we leave." He nodded down at him. "You really didn't do anything with her?"

Rould pulled the dagger from his hip and smiled up at him. "No I really didn't." He stuck the tip of the dagger against the entry point of the sliver and pulled the skin open a little more.

Isa hissed against the small pain and watched as Rould worked the sliver out of his foot. "Good, I'm glad you didn't do anything with her."

"Oh?" He smirked up at him and began massaging his foot once he had the sliver removed. He loved Isa's feet they seemed so small, were always soft, and fit in his hand perfectly. "And why is that?"

"Because you're mine and no one is allowed to have you unless I say." He shrugged like it was no big deal.

"I suppose that would make you mine then." He nodded thoughtfully.

"Of course." Isa nodded. "You found me and kept me. We're supposed to be together."

"You make it sound like your some thing I found in a trash bin somewhere." He scowled up at him.

"Not like that." He frowned. "I mean you did find me and I'm still here with you."

"True." He agreed, brought his foot up to his lips, and place a kiss against the ball of his foot.

"Why do you always do that when you touch my feet?" He questioned as he watched him set his foot down and grab the other.

Rould smirked at him. "Because for one I love your feet and two I can make you do this." He gently sank his teeth into the fleshy ball of his foot causing him to giggle and squirm.

"What?" He questioned when he pulled his foot from his mouth.

"Laugh." He smiled and watched his eyes glow brightly as he giggled when he bit into his foot again.

Isa stared at him and drew his brows deeply in thought.

"What?" Rould questioned as he stared at him.

"Do you love me?"

A blonde brow rose highly at his question. "Why would you ask that?"

He frowned and stared down at his foot still cradled in his warm calloused hand. "I… don't know."

Rould set his foot down, stood up, and sat down next to him. "Well," he started as he pulled the boy into his lap and tangled his fingers into his hair. "I'd have to say I do." He nodded and rested his chin on his head.

"Good," Isa smiled. "because I love you too."

"Good." Rould grinned and slipped his arms around his waist hugging him to his chest.

"Did you kiss her?"

"What?" He drew his brows deeply and pulled back to look down at him at the sudden topic change.

Isa stared at his lap and frowned deeply. "That woman your father took you to see," he looked up at him his ambers cold and hard. "did you kiss her?"

Rould sighed deeply and nodded. "Yes."

Isa pressed his lips together tightly and narrowed his ambers. "Then I want you to kiss me like you kissed her." He nodded determinedly.

"What?" He stared at him wide eyed. "Why?"

"Because you didn't like her and you kissed her." He pointed out. "But you love me so if you kiss me it will be better."

"I don't think…"

"Please." He pleaded cutting him off and stared up at him hopefully. "This is important."

"Why is it so important?" He questioned blonde brows drawn deeply.

He shook his head lightly. "I don't know why I just know it's important that you kiss me."

Rould stared at him for a long silent contemplative moment then cupped his face with both his hands. "Alright." He nodded then placed a light kiss on his brow before placing another one on his lips.

"Is that how you kissed her?" He questioned locking stares with him and narrowing his eyes slightly. Rould only ever kissed him that way and it had better stay that way for the rest of eternity.

"No." He whispered. "This is how." He leaned down, caught his lips between his own, and gently sucked on his bottom lip.

Isa tangled his fingers into Rould's shirt and pressed closer to him. His heart started beating faster and his stomach flipped excitedly as his breathing began to come in short gasps. When Rould slipped his tongue into his mouth and swirled it against his own he knew without a doubt that this was right.

Rould slowly pulled back and stared into Isa's glowing ambers and smiled. "Better?" He trailed his thumb along his bottom lip.

Isa slowly nodded his head against the hands holding his face. "Yes and you can't ever do that with anyone unless I say you can." He ordered in all seriousness. "Or have sex with them either." He added as an afterthought.

"Oh?" His blonde brows arched highly. "And do tell who can I have sex with that you'll approve of?"

Isa drew his brows deeply in thought as he pressed his lips together. "Me." He nodded. "Just me for now."

"Darling you are too young." He let go of his face and stood up picking Isa up with him.

Isa wrapped his legs around his waist and gripped his shoulders. "I am not." He hissed.

"No I think you are." He nodded and placed his hands under Isa's bottom to hold him up. "Maybe in a couple of years you'll be old enough for that kind of thing." He started walking for the door. "But in the mean time there's nothing that says we can't do this." He leaned down and planted a light kiss upon his lips.

"I guess." He reluctantly agreed.

"Now let's go get you some shoes." He smiled at him as he opened the door. "We've got to keep those cute little feet of yours in good shape."

"Alright but I can walk you know." He nodded curtly at him.

"I know but if you walk barefoot who knows what you might step in." He wrinkled his nose. "The people around here are disgusting."

"But they're your people." Isa pointed out. "Everyone here is a pirate."

"Yes and they're bloody disgusting." He nodded. "Spitting everywhere, pissing where they stand, practically shitting in the streets. There is such a thing as dignity and everyone should have at least a little including pirates."

"If they were all like you pirates might not be hated so much." He grinned at him.

"No they'd still be hated just considered not as dirty." He grinned right back. "So what do you want to do after we get you your shoes?"

Isa shrugged. "We've done everything there is to do here at least once."

"I suppose." He agreed as he walked down the gangplank. "I'm sure we'll find something to do." He nodded. "Maybe we could steal our own ship and sail away."

"Until we got caught and your dad beats us like the last time we tried to steal a ship." He pointed out knowingly.

"Alright then how about we finally get your ears pierced."

"No." He shook his head. "But you can get yours done again if you want."

"A tattoo?"

Isa shook his head. "No."

"Maybe I'll get a new one." He nodded thoughtfully as he entered the shoe maker's shop.

"Of what?" He questioned as Rould set him on his feet.

Rould rubbed his chin with his knuckles thoughtfully. "I don't know? What do you think I should get one of?"

"Something lucky." He nodded. "Like a lucky number or a shark's tooth or something like that."

"Hmm…" He hummed thoughtfully. "A lucky number now that sounds more like me." He arched a brow at him. "Any particular number you find lucky?"

Isa shrugged at him. "Aren't seven and thirteen lucky numbers?"

"I believe so." He nodded then looked over at the shop owner. "He needs shoes and we want the most sturdy comfortable ones you've got." He ordered. "After here we'll go see about a tattoo."

Isa nodded and sat down to be measured for a new pair of shoes. "Alright as long as we get something to eat too."

"Deal." He agreed then leaned against the wall to wait.

xx

X-Three Years Later-X

"Happy Birthday!" Isa jumped on the bed landing on Rould's stomach.

Rould groaned at being woken up in such a way and grabbed Isa by the hips. "Boy it's much too early for this kind of behavior." He growled.

Isa huffed. "It is not." He placed his hands on his chest and leaned down until they were nose to nose. "Besides it's your twentieth birthday and I want you to open your present now." He nodded.

Rould arched a blonde brow. "Oh and do tell what is so important about this present that I have to open it before sun up?"

"If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise." He smirked at him then planted a kiss on his lips before sitting back up.

"Aright." He yawned and sat up causing Isa to slide down into his lap as he did so. "Where is this present?"

"It's me of course." Isa smirked at him.

"Ho aren't you the funny one." He snorted. "And just know if you woke me up just for that you're going to regret it."

"Oh and what are you going to do to me?" He challenged.

"Tattoo my name on your little ass." He nodded curtly and gave a small slap to his thigh.

Isa wrinkled his nose at that. "Your name on my ass? I don't know that seems more of a punishment for you than me." He nodded.

"Not when it says 'property of' it isn't." He narrowed his eyes upon him. "Now enough of your silliness. What did you wake me up for?"

"Alright." He huffed and held a little card sized tin out to him. "Here; happy birthday."

Rould looked down at the silver tin and opened it then looked back at the boy in his lap. "You got me a deck of cards?" He drew his brows. "I have several already."

"Ingrate." He scowled at him. "You haven't even looked at them so how do you know they're an ordinary deck of cards?"

"Well I don't usually look at every card when I get a deck; now do I?" He removed them from the tin and started shuffling through them.

"Well how do you know they're all there if you don't." He easily countered. "I mean you of all people should know that."

"If you were a gambler you'd understand why I don't need to look at them all." He nodded.

Isa rolled his eyes. "I suppose when you have half the deck up your sleeve there's no need for counting them."

He snorted at that then held up the king of spades to get a better look at it. "Is that my face?" He moved it closer to get a better look at it.

"Yes." Isa nodded. "It's your face." He took the card from his hand, flipped it over, and looked at it. "Nelly has been working on these for me for the last year now." He nodded. "She captured your likeness pretty good." He smiled at him and held the card next to his face.

Rould grabbed the card from his hand and again stared at it. "So they're all specially made?" He questioned as he looked at a few he already shuffled through.

"Yes." He nodded. "They're all for the most part regular except for the kings, queens, and jacks."

"You had my father painted as the queen?" He looked up at him grinning near on laughing.

Isa shrugged at that. "Couldn't think of anyone else." He snorted. "I mean I wasn't going to put my face on there as the queen."

He held the jack of hearts with Isa's face up next to him on one side and the queen of diamonds on the other and stared thoughtfully at him. "I don't know you could have pulled off a good lookin queen yourself." He smirked.

"That's not funny." He scowled.

Rould put the cards away and set the tin on the nightstand then wrapped his arms around the boy in his lap. "Now that that's over with can I go back to bed?" He slipped his hands up under the large linen shirt he was wearing which was actually his own shirt and trailed his fingers up and down his spine. The boy always looked so sexy when he would wear his shirts to bed.

Isa just shrugged at him. "If you want you can but I doubt you'll get back to sleep." He nodded.

"Oh?" He leered at him. "And why is that?"

"Because I'm awake." He answered simply.

Rould rolled them over putting Isa flat on his back beneath him, reached down, and trailed his fingers up his exposed thigh. "Well in that case I think I know what else I want for my birthday."

"I wasn't planning on giving you that for your birthday but if you really want it." He nodded thoughtfully.

"Well in that case forget it." He made to get up but was stopped when Isa wrapped his arms around his neck.

"No." He shook his head as he stared up at him. "You said you wanted it so you're going to get it. Besides if you want it for your birthday we have to do it now before your dad gets you so drunk you forget your own name like last year and the year before and…"

"Alright," he cut him off. "point taken I'm a sodding drunk once a year. Though I believe he said something about putting hair on your chest next year."

Isa wrinkled his nose at that. "You know I don't like the taste of whiskey."

"Rum it is then." He leaned down and planted a quick kiss on his lips with a smirk knowing he doesn't like rum either.

"You're not funny." He growled. "Now if we're going to do this we need to do it before your dad comes stumbling drunk in here and drags you away."

"If you insist." He got off the bed stripped his pants off, pulled Isa's shirt off him, and got back into bed with the boy.

Isa stared at him laying on his back with his arms behind his head and narrowed his ambers.

"It is my birthday." He grinned at him.

Isa snorted then slipped beneath the covers to begin giving him his other birthday present.

xx

Isa shot straight up wide awake when there was a loud crash followed by the ship rocking violently. "Rould!" He reached frantically for him only to find his side of the bed empty.

What was going on and where was Rould? He wondered fearfully as another loud crash sounded followed by another lurch of the ship.

"Isa!"

The boy jumped fearfully when Rould came running into the room. "Rould what's going on?" He questioned on the brink of a panic attack.

"We're under attack." He scooped the boy up blankets and all and began running out of the room. "We have to get you out of here."

Isa wrapped his arms around his neck. "You're not going to leave me!" He yelled against his neck over the yelling of the men and the sound of cannon fire. This wasn't the first time they had ever been under attack but this was the first time it seemed really really bad.

"Don't worry." He tried to comfort. "I'm just going to put you on the life boat, get father, and we'll row to the island."

Isa shook his head against his neck. "No! You can't leave me!"

"It's okay baby I'll be right back," he set him in the boat and pulled his arms from around his neck. "I swear it." He stared into his glassy ambers and stroked his fingers through his hair. "We're going to be okay." He nodded at him.

Isa shook his head. "No." He whispered feeling the tears burn as his throat tightened. He just knew that if Rould left him he would never see him again.

"You have to trust me." He nodded.

"I do but this is…" His words were cut off when there was a loud explosion followed by wood flying everywhere.

"I have to get my dad." He tried once things settled a little. "I can't leave him anymore than I can leave you. You have to understand."

He pressed his lips together tightly and swallowed the knot in his throat before he slowly nodded his head.

"Okay." Rould smiled lightly and nodded back. "I'll be right back." He planted a quick kiss on his lips and pulled back with a caress to the boy's cheek. "I love you Isa." He whispered just loud enough for the boy to hear before he stepped back and cut the ropes holding the boat.

"NO!" Isa screamed as the boat dropped into the water. He frantically grabbed for the ship to keep the boat close but it was for not as the waves quickly put distance between his little boat and the ship.

He watched in wide eyed horror as the battle between the two ships raged on until his ship was nothing but timber on the water. It was too dark to see all of the events playing out before him but he could see enough to know that nearly every man onboard was dead or dying.

He felt sick to his stomach knowing without a doubt that Rould was more than likely dead. He wanted to jump into the water die with him or at the very least try to find him and die with him.

"BLOODY BASTARDS!"

That voice sound just like Rould's causing him to strain his eyes as hard as he could trying to find the source of the voice and when he did he was sick to his stomach. He couldn't see much but what he could see in the dim light of the burning bits of ship was the back of a blonde man falling into the water missing his left arm.

"No!" He gasped paralyzed in shock and fear until something hit him in the back of the head sending him into the black pit of nothingness.