Will set sail with Jack and James Duquesne earlier in the day. Elizabeth went with them; it was her daughter that they were rescuing. She sat on a barrel that laid at rest along the side of the ship, watching for land or any other ships. Jack was steering and Will and James were up in Captain's quarters, talking and sipping rum. Elizabeth noticed a ship…the ship that had their daughter.
"Ship ahead!"
Jack steered ahead and Will came out of the quarters and noticed that the man standing outside was that of Alex Harris.
"Alex, he was a baby when Port Royal was invaded. How did he know about his sister dying?"
Jack came down from the wheel and looked out at the ship that was housing the girl.
"His father was still alive when Port Royal had been invaded, he was shot a day later by his first mate."
The cold bastard, taking an innocent child like that, I will make him pay.
That was all that had been running through Will's mind as the ship docked not far from the Sailing Sun. The young man walked back into his quarters as the couple got off the boat.
"Thank you James, it is much obliged."
"I have a daughter and son myself. I would do the same thing if it were one of them."
Will smiled as footsteps were heard on the dock. He turned around to see the young man with his daughter, Christiana being drug out by her long red hair.
"Mr. Turner, I believe this is yours."
Will drew his sword as Jack took Elizabeth and stepped back. Elizabeth just looked at Jack.
"Only help your husband when the young girl is safe."
She breathed a small sigh of relief that Jack was looking out for her daughter. Deep down, she knew he was a good man. The faces of all parties turned to the dock where Alex had the young Christiana by the hair and swords were drawn. A fight was about to ensue for the one thing that two people held dearly in their lives: this young girl.
