It was late at night in the port Cadiz when the innkeeper had decided to close his inn. He had cleaned the bar, then the tables and locked the front door. When he went back he spotted a green gem, an emerald ring lying on the floor beside the bar. He picked it up and held it in the light of a candle. The light passed through the gem and reflected many green spots on the walls. The scene was magical and the innkeeper thought to be lucky that he had found something as beautiful and expensive as this ring. He had placed the ring in his pocket and went upstairs to his room.

Once in his room he took the ring out of his pocket and layed it on a very small table beside his bed. He had also placed the candle there. He had underssed himself quickly and put his night shirt on. As soon as he had opened his small wooden wordrobe to put his clothes in it something heavy fell ontop of him and he heavily fell to the floor. He had his eyes shut, his heart wanted to escape from his chest, his back hurt from the sudden contact with the floor and he felt something large and heavy ontop of his body. He slowly opened his eyes and found himself to be facing a huge carpet. The innkeeper had laughed to himself. He actually thought that he was being attacked by someone while it was only a stupid carpet.

He got himself up and pushed the carpet back into the wordrobe. He then carelessly threw his clothes into the wordrobe aswell, he did not feel like wasting time on placing them properly there, and went into his bed.

Once he got himself comfortable he took the emerald ring from the small table that was standing right beside his bed and examined it closely. He had never seen anyone with such a beauty before and he wondered who migh have lost it there. There were only three people that came on his mind; that boy who wanted to catch Arthur Kirkland and the two hooded figures... As soon as he thought of them he instantly knew whose was this ring. He shut his eyes and prayed that he was wrong or that they did not notice the disappearance of it and that they are gone already.

He placed the ring underneath his pillow, put off the candlelight and tryed to fall asleep.

"I do not understand people like you..." the innkeeper's heart skipped a beat, he knew this voice, he knew that he was here yet he kept his eyes shut praying that maybe, maybe he was wrong.

"You have something that belongs to me, don't you?" the innkeeper sat up and pressed himself agains the wall of his small bedroom seeing now that here, sitting on his window was no one else but Arthur Kirkland. He had reached behind him, took the ring from underneath of his pillow and quickly threw it at the pirate.

"Take it!" he shouted, "Take it and leave!"

The pirate had caught the ring and slid it on the middle finger of his right hand.

"That is not a way to treat your guest, is it?" the pirate had jumped down from the window onto the wooden floor and started slowly walking towards the innkeeper.

"Please, leave me alone." begged him the man.

"Oh no, I am afraid that I cannot just yet." the pirate sat on he innkeeper's bed and stroaked his hair, the innkeeper being too terrified to move away from him, "Please, tell me what have you told our dear Alfred about me."

"I-I have not told him anything! I swear!"

"You have warned him about me, did you not?"

"I did not..." the innkeeper whispered, he wanted the pirate to leave him and never come back.

Arthur had cupped the innkeeper's head in his hands and turned his face so that the man was looking into his eyes.

"Please do not lie to me," he said softly, "I know when you do."

"I only told him not to go after you." whispered the innkeeper close to having a breakdown from fear.

The pirate smiled and hugged closely the innkeeper, "Now, was it that bad to tell me the truth?"

"Can you please leave me now?"

The pirate had parted from the man, "It makes me sad that you want to get rid of me so quickly. Yes, I will leave, but first I want to give you a present for telling me the truth."

He took out a knife from the inner side of his red coat and stabbed the innkeeper right in the heart.

"Goodnight." he whispered into the man's ear, took out his knife and left the building through the window.