Will and I had been walking in silence for awhile when he suddenly turned the corner and took off.

"I'll meet you back at the workshop." He yelled over his shoulder and was gone, leaving me alone.

I hated being alone.

I groaned and kicked a nearby rose bush, cringing in pain when I felt thorns cut up and down my leg. I cursed and hobbled to the nearest shop, which surprisingly was the tailor.

I walked in unnoticed (which was expected) since no one really cared about the apprentice tailor...and because it was my day off. Ms. Spencer was in the back room, sewing a dress for one of the locals; she looked up when I entered and looked annoyed at my presence.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, looking at me as if I was large talking piece of horse crap.

"I need some bandages."

She inspected my cut up leg for a moment with a disgusted look. "Why couldn't you go somewhere else?"

Why couldn't you be any ruder?

"This was the closet place, Ms. Spencer." I told her, holding up my dress so I wouldn't get any blood on it. "And it really hurts." I added when she still didn't look convinced.

After a moment of silence, she motioned to one of cabinets with her head; I jumped at it instantly, grabbing the nearest bandage and alcohol, pouring the alcohol onto my leg and wrapping the bandage around it.

After the stinging from the alcohol went away, I sighed in relief. "I feel better." I sighed out.

"You can leave then." Ms. Spencer said rudely; pointing at the door. "You can let yourself out."

Bitch!

I quickly hobbled out the door, resisting the urge to flip her off as I walked out.

I stopped short when I noticed the workshop door busted open and off it's hinges. The first thing that traveled through my mind was if Will was alright; I ran to the door, noticing a sword was stuck into it.

I looked inside the workshop to find Norrington and his men in a circle around the figure of man on the floor with Will and Mr. Brown looking down at the man with confusion.

"Excellent work, Mr. Brown. You've assists in the capture of a dangerous fugitive." Norrington told Mr. Brown who was holding up the shattered remains of a rum bottle.

What Norrington had just said didn't sound right to me; I looked over to Will to see him looking at the floor, his hands clenched into fist with red ash covering his face and hair. Something told me that he also had something to do with the capture but wasn't getting any credit for it.

"Just doing my civic duty, sir." Mr. Brown replied to Norrington's comment.

The anger I had been holding inside me for years suddenly boiled over; I scoffed and ran over to the group, causing them to look at me with surprise.

"Civic duty? Is that what you call drinking rum all day and taking credit for all the work Will has done?"

No one said anything, but kept their mouth shut. In the back of my mind I was wondering if they were thinking if I was PMSing, but I shruged off the thought and continued my rant.

Pointed my finger in Mr. Brown face. "You sir, are-"

I cut off when I felt a hand on my shoulder; I turned to find Norrington looking at me with great displeasure.

"Miss Livingston, I would highly appreciate if you would leave this conversation to the men."

"TO THE MEN?" I started to scream but was stopped when a hand covered my mouth which made red ash float into my mouth.

"Sorry, sir. She's just a little loopy, today. I'll get her off your hands." I heard Will's voice say from behind me as his breath tickled the back of my neck. He started to drag me toward the back door of the workshop and lead me outside to a back alley where you couldn't find unless you looked hard enough.

Once outside, he released me and I staggered backward, coughing ash out of my mouth. After a moment, I stood up straight and looked at Will who glared back at me.

"What. Was. THAT?" He asked me, flinging his arms around. "You could've lost me my JOB!"

"You could've always gotten a new one!"

"Don't try and chane the subject to finding new jobs, Cassandra. Tell me what in the hell you were thinking back there!"

I put my hands on my hips. "I was thinking that maybe we need to start sticking up for ourselves!"

"Cass-"

"And don't you even dare 'Cassandra' ME! I am tired of dealing with the fucking shit everyone gives us! And if don't start sticking up for myself, I'll might end up being a prostitute in Tortuga!" I yelled at him. "AND DO I LOOK LIKE I WANT THAT TO FUCKING HAPPEN?"

Will was silent. "No." He said after a moment, sounding depressed. My anger suddenly disappeared and I took a step towards him.

"Will...why didn't you say anything back there?"

"I didn't want them to think I was as crazy as you."

I gave him a hard look at the unfunny joke, making him sigh.

"They wouldn't have believed me, anyway."