The girl blinked and sat up, knocking the Spaniard's forehead and making him groan, she got up and while he was dazed wrapped a sheet around herself and tied it off with a rope she found under the bed and she ran, she ran down the deck, trying to find someone she knew, someone, anyone, she ducked past the Spanish crewmembers and ran to the brig, looking for any familiar faces. She blinked and looked around, getting a few whistles from some of the men captured. She kept walking.

"Lass!" A hurried whisper as she turned and her eyes focused on familiar dark emeralds, she walked over to the cold bars and looked in "…A-Ally?" She asked, confused if the name was right, only hearing it once before.

The boy nodded and stood up "The keys are on dah wall next tah dah stairs, can ye go grab them fer me?" he leaned on the cold metal bars.

She nodded and ran to the stairs, sneaking past guards and slipping the key ring off the holder and running silently to the cell, slipping the key in the lock and turning it, hearing a soft click as she pulled open the cell door with a creek, she ducked into the shadows as she heard footsteps.

Ally closed the door and leaned lazily against the side wall, looking bored as he ran his fingers across the metal bars.

The Spaniard crewmember smacked the bar door with the handle of his sword "Hey! Stop that!" He growled at him.

Ally looked up lazily and sighed as he stopped and slid down to the floor, trying his best to look depressed like he practiced.

The Spaniard crewmember eyed him as he walked out and shut the door; The girl looked around, when it was safe she stepped out of the shadow and opened the door a bit quieter.

Ally got up and sneaked out "Lass, we need tah think of a plan"

She nodded "Yes"

The pirate paced the deck, the rest of the crew watching as his expression changed from one to another within seconds, he stopped pacing and looked at his crew, staring with the dullest expressions, eyes glazed over and mouths clamped shut, he growled "Wot are ye ladies gawkin' at?! Get back tah work…Now!" He yelled, not going to put up with his crew right now. He stalked to the wheel and shoved the man at the wheel off as he took the brass spy glass looking for the Spanish ship, not seeing anything he growled again and looked at his crew "Get 'er movin'! Can't she go any faster?!" He barked as the crew undid the sails, catching the wind they sped up greatly, The captain took out the spy glass again and looked through, tilting the wheel a bit to the right as he saw a small black speck appear and he kept with it, not eating, sleeping, not even blinking from that spot. As the dark blue sky changed to pink, light blue, orange then back to dark blue as the cycle of days dragged on, the pirate kept searching and getting closer and closer to the Spaniard's ship, his thoughts clouded with worry, anger, hate and vengeance.

Rob looked up from the deck and at the captain, curiously, he ran up the stairs and walked next to him "Oi, Arthur, ye do remembah we got ourselves a captive too, don't cha?"

The pirate didn't answer as he kept on course, ignoring Rob and the rest of his crew.

Rob sighed and shook him "Snap out of it! We have a captive! Take it out on him, not us!"

The pirate shoved him off and peered through the spyglass, looking again for the ship, groaning slightly when he couldn't find it, he threw the spyglass to the side of the ship, brushed past Rob and stalked down the stairs, towards his room; he didn't want his men to see him cry.

The pirate laid on his bed, hat askew, arms stretched out comfortably, one leg dangling off the side, and he snored, loudly, having cried himself to sleep. He slept soundly, he dreamed of what would happen when his wench came back to him, whether he would scold her or drag her off to his room, he wasn't sure, his decisions kept changing.

The crew up on deck were working franticly, not knowing when their captain will come back up and bark at them, ropes being tied, sails full blown, the man at the wheel keeping the ship on course for the other, in the kitchen, Cook was making the best meal possible in hope it might cheer the captain out of the anger and loss of his wench.

Rob climbed up the rope ladder to help the lookout, he beamed as he yelled down "SHIP, STARBOARD"

The crew looked up and cheered, before they went quiet and commenced the sneak attack on the other ship.

The pirate groaned as he heard a loud cheer up on deck, he rolled over onto the floor, with a loud thud, his face welcoming the cold wood. A puff of air escaped his lips as he sighed heavily and mumbled something before his eyes shot open and he stared into two black beady eyes of a grey ship rat, he growled lowly and the rat scurried away quickly. The pirate groaned as he got up, sharp pain hitting his brain as he stood up quickly, he stood still for about a minute or so, letting the pain pass. The pain melted away and he walked to his door, listening for any shouts, calls, hollers, anything. He walked up the stairs onto the deck and the wind greeted him lightly as the boat lay eerie still, the darkness and stars overhead not giving enough light for him to see ten feet in front of him as his eyes adjusted to the dark midnight blue of the night. He blinked and looked around, no men to be found as he searched the entire area in panic, he sighed lightly in anger, frustration at his crew and he looked out of the sea, darker and deeper than the sky above, more rich with color and life than the sky, he smiled gently, the sea, his first love. He blinked remembering his goal as he continued looking for his crew, but to no avail as a glimmer of light past by his eyes, he turned to it and blinked as it became clearer, a blonde, green eyed faerie in what seemed to be a small blue dress.

The small creature looked at him, she looked angered at him, maybe a little jealous, she placed her hands on her hips and addressed him "Arthur Kirkland" She said bitterly, like a raging river ready to overflow. "Where have you been?! I thought you would be home by now, the others sent me down here to retrieve you"

He blinked, confused "Wot, ye be talkin' 'bout…er lass…'ow very odd…wot ah ye?"

Her face turned as red as the coat he wore the other day "I'm Elizabeth! Your oldest faerie!" She yelled, her voice still as course as a raging river "You haveto know what I am!" She said angered as she flew away in a fit.

He blinked again, he rose an eyebrow as his eyes followed her flight "Huh…odd…noe where be me crew…" He said in thought as he kept searching. He looked over the port side of the ship, seeing a darker shape on the water, close to his ship, he followed down the side of the ship, finding a rope, his eyes followed along the length of it, seeing that it attached to the black shape across the way he smirked as he carefully climbed onto the rope, making sure that it was tight enough and could hold his weight, once he was sure and didn't hear it splinter, or stretch too much he proceeded to slither down the rope slowly toward the shape, as he came closer to the shape turned into a ship, a larger one, one of Spanish making, he inched over the side of the ship and peered through the dark, searching for his men, he saw one standing silently by a door of the brig, a Spaniard crewmember tied up and gaged, the pirate looked at him "Wot ye be doin' Ally? Ye should be back on me ship, did ye see dah rope over dere?" He pointed to the thing tied tightly to the side of the ship.

Ally nodded and smiled slightly "Aye Captain, I jus needed somethin tah do while dah rest of dah crew ge's dah booty an' dah girl"

The pirate looked at him, eyes serious and grim "Wot? Dat be me job, Ally, she be me haul, mine to get, not me crew." He said, his voice dangerously low as he held back a growl.

He nodded and smiled "Aye, we know, we've been keepin' an eye out for 'er, we 'aven't gone and gotten her yet, 'cause we know ye would have wanted tah..."

The pirate was gone within a second, down the stairs, searching quietly for her, he heard Antonio's sighs, soft and sweet, it sickened Arthur to the core. He quietly rounded around the corner and peeked in the room, he saw a tuff of blonde hair trying slowly to move away from a patch of brown, only to be pulled back, he heard a soft huff of defeat, a gun click, then a feminine squeak fell in the midst of the click. Arthur blinked as he saw the barrel of the gun slightly from atop the blankets, he quickly maneuvered behind the door as the gun was shot and the bullet zoomed past his ear.