Lawls?


"I don't think Roxas would like to sail under the command of a pirate as stupid as you."

'Jack!' Roxas eyes lit up as he turned to face his captain with a grin on his face. But as the words of the man sank into his head, his expression faltered. 'It's not like you're any better…' he commented to himself but he decided to let it go, happy that he's finally found a familiar face. "Jack…I can honestly say that I am pleased to see you again."

"Of course dear Roxas." He spoke, never taking his eyes off the enemy. "Firstly, it's captain to you, and secondly, Sora wouldn't stop bugging me until we've gone and searched the entire Caribbean for you." he spoke with exaggeration.

"Sora's here?" the blond asked as his eyes widened.

"Of course dear brother." a voice spoke, and Roxas could've sworn he cracked his neck when he turned to the speaker too fast. "It felt horrible not having anybody to sing along with."

The blond smiled and suppressed from laughing right there and then, but when he looked at what his brother was sitting on, he couldn't stop his mouth from hanging wide open, "Bugger! How did you get that in here?!" Roxas shouted, forgetting where he stood in the setting of life and death, war and peace.

"With much difficulty dear brother. But we decided to take every measure of getting you back." Sora laughed as he patted the cannon with one hand, the other holding up a piece of lit timber.

"What if you blew me up?!" he cried out.

"Oh…" double take, "Never really thought of that…"

Roxas rolled his eyes and turned back to look at Jack who held his pistol high, still aimed at the enemy.

There was an uncertain shuffle not too far away from where the blond stood, but he was caught in the middle of something important and didn't give the sound a second glance, that is, until a familiar voice spoke, "Roxas…?"

"Not now Axel." Roxas waved him off before realizing who it was that he was speaking to, "Ah! I forgot you were here." he had been too caught up in the drama of the moment.

The red head let out a strangled noise, something caught in between an unamused laugh and a distressed sigh, "That's…nice to know…" he spoke as he turned his head over to the Roxas look-a-like. "He's not really gonna shoot me-I mean us, right?"

The blond shrugged, an unsure smile on his face. "Knowing my brother, I'm sure he would. But it would mainly be an accident."

"I feel so much more reassured…"

"Oi, oi! Stop leading yourselves astray and focus lads!" Jack shouted, looking away from the captain temporarily, but by the time he looked back, the enemy had his own pistol out and aimed at Roxas. "Oh, bugger."

The blond froze and stopped breathing.

"Now, now, Jack Sparrow." the man smirked as he pulled back the switch of the gun, "I'm sure the two of us can work something out. We being the greatest pirates in the seas."

The sound of movement in the still air seem to intensify, and when Sora turned to look, he spotted some of the men from the opposing crew draw closer and immediately, he brought the ablaze wood closer to the wick, "Make anymore sudden movements and I'll blow you all to smithereens!"

"Hold your positions men! Surely you wouldn't want to endanger your captain now would you." He threatened his crew, never taking his eyes off Jack, "Now, Sparrow. I'm sure you don't want to lose one of your crew members, aye?" he smirked as he waved his free hand about, "Unlike you, I don't hold my crew so dearly to my heart. It wouldn't matter to me if I lost one or two of my members. I could always assault another ship and take their crew and add it to me own." He spoke, his words cold, cruel and unfeeling.

Murmurs were heard, some of shock, fear and anger. How could their captain say that? Even if he did mean every word of it. Never in their life had they felt so used and worthless.

Whispers echoed through the air, some of distrust, some of regret. They don't even recall why they even joined a man like him. Even if he was powerful.

And soon, they began to walk away.

Caught off guard by the sudden retreat of his men, Tryst called back out to them "Oi! Where do you think you lads are going?"

"With a crew like us, we don't deserve a captain like you. We're better off with Jack Sparrow!" one had shouted and some others yelled back in agreement while a few more chose to remain silent.

"It's Captain!" they heard Jack shout with a hint of frustration before relaxing somewhat and choosing to divert his attention back to the man in front of him. He chuckled, "Aye, savvy. That's what you get for not bonding with your crew. Had you treated them with equal respect, you gain loyalty in return."

Jack was stepping on a nerve of Tryst. From the corner of his eye, he watched his crew walk off, never looking back, until he caught sight of some of his men left, "Aye, lads. So you've decided to stay with me till the end, aye?"

"No." the dirty haired blond answered.

"What?" he spoke harshly.

"We've decided to join a captain who's worthier than you." the older blond replied as the others murmured in agreement.

Lost for words, he was left alone in the dark cavern. He felt cold. But if this is how he was going to end, he won't go alone. He'll drag another down to Davy Jones' locker with him.

With a sudden yell of frustration, he pulled the trigger, the shot echoing through the cavern and beyond as he brought the gun back to shoot into the skull of the man he loathed, but felt his breath leave him.

"Roxas!!" a voice shouted out.

"ROXAS!" Sora yelled as he threw the timber to the side, jumped off the cannon and watched as his brother fell to the cold, unforgiving floor, in the corner of his eye. He dashed towards the blond and knelt down, his arms immediately reaching out to hold onto his counterpart, "Roxas! Are you ok?" he held onto his brother, forcing back the tears. "Roxas! Say something!"

His breath hitched, "It hurts…" he looked tired, almost as if he was about to fall to sleep.

"It's ok Roxas. I'm here for you. I'll look after you, just like I always do." Sora spoke, no longer able to hold his tears back.

He was bleeding, so much, how deep was the wound, how badly was he injured?

Roxas groaned, "Yeah…" he whispered out as he tried to sit up, only to have the last of his strength leave him and he closed his eyes.

"No…Roxas. Roxas!" he tried to shake the blond awake, "Don't leave me! I just got you back! You can't leave me!" he shouted, his voice bordering on anguish.

A silver haired boy watched from the spot behind the cannon. The tip of the rifle smoking away, the barrel still hot from being recently used.

He didn't understand how this happened. They had planned everything out so well. How did this happen?


"Now?" the silver haired boy asked as he remained shrouded in the shadows.

"Not yet. Just wait for it. Shoot when the time is right." Sora whispered, never taking his eyes off the enemy, still holding onto the burning piece of lumber, watching the scene unfold before his eyes. A hint of satisfaction beneath those blue orbs as the crew abandoned their own heartless captain.

"Remember…aim for the heart."

"As if the bastard has a heart." Riku replied as he slowly brought up the rifle, the hilt held firm against his shoulder. He heard Sora stifle back a laugh.

'Aim for the heart…' he thought to himself as he closed one eye and used the other to maintain focus. 'Aim for the heart…'

He had a clear view.

The plan was working out perfectly. No one noticed his presence. No one but Sora and Jack. It was planned that way. No one was to know he was even alive.

'Aim for the heart…' he thought to himself, tightening the grip on the rifle. 'Shoot when the time is right…' the words continued to echo in his mind.

He caught the sudden movement and a gunshot from his target and chose that moment to pull the trigger. He watched the shot rifle through the air and disappear into the chest of the heartless captain.

He did it.

He couldn't believe he did it. But at the same time, he couldn't believe he hadn't done it sooner.

This hadn't been part of the plan. They hadn't planned for anybody, much less Roxas, to get hurt. Nobody was supposed to get hurt.

How did this happen?


It was a sad day indeed…

The other ship had sailed off, not bothering to stay for their former captain or for the other crew members that fell behind.

It was a pirate rule after all. It was expected.

The newest members of the crew, the dirty haired blond, the brown-pink haired man, the short haired blond, the man with the dreadlocks and large sideburns and the red head, were greeted with stares and raised eyebrows from the crew of Captain Jack Sparrow. But upon further introduction, they were easily welcomed into the crew. They felt happy, as if a large burden had been thrown off their shoulders. They felt as if they belonged.

Sora was silent as he carried his brother on his back. Blood dripping from the wound, staining his clothes and making a trail on the floor. He moved towards the panel that led to the galley where they slept, and disappeared into the darkness.

Many members of the crew wanted to follow, to see if they were going to be ok, to see if there was anything they could do, but they were held back by their captain, "It'll be best if we leave them alone for the moment."

"But…" the dirty haired blond started, unsure if he could wait to make sure that Roxas was ok, although reluctant, he obeyed, as did the rest of the worried crew.

Jack nodded his head before walking up to the steering. "Alright men. Raise the anchors. Release the sails and pull up the row boat. We're leaving to Tortuga." He spoke, his voice devoid of enthusiasm.

Xigbar and Larxene retreated to their posts on top of the mast at the crows' nest.

Mr.Gibbs and Riku walked over to the railings, seeing to see the row boat that needed to be reclaimed. The silver haired stepped down and held out his hands for the older man to throw down the ropes to secure it.

Mr. Cotton and Shammy moved to pull up the starboard anchor while the other was left alone.

The new members were unsure of what they were supposed to do. They didn't know what they could contribute.

But eventually, Demyx moved his way along the deck and started pulling up the anchor on the port side with the help of Xaldin.

The rest of the crew decided to help with the last thing on the agenda; attending to the sails.

"What about the cannon?" Gibbs asked as he walked over to Jack after he had done his share of duties.

"We'll leave it there for future use." Jack spoke, taking a nonchalant look at his compass.

"But we'll be short one cannon."

"Doesn't matter. We can always get another one at Tortuga."

"…Aye."


"Sora?"

A whisper, "I'm here."

"I had a bad dream." the boy spoke as he shivered.

It was cold. So cold. Why were they outside? Why weren't they back in their house, in front of their lit fire, warm and safe?

The brunet didn't speak as he continued to gaze down at his worn shoes.

Dream? If only it was…

"Sora?"

"Yes?"

Confusion filled the boy's eyes as he looked around, uncertain of where they were. Parts of the area looked familiar, but it was too decrepit, old and worn to be the same old market they had.

"Where's mother and father? Why are we outside?"

The brunet didn't speak as he gazed at an empty spot beside his shoes. The ground worn time and time again.

Roxas shivered again and tried to rub his arms together in an attempt to regain some warmth as he looked around the old market place.

Splintered wood lay scattered over the dirtied ground, debris of buildings, bullets and used cannons littered almost every step of the town.

It wasn't a dream.

"It wasn't a dream, was it?" the blond asked quietly and felt something sting his eyes.

The brunet didn't speak as he lifted his eyes and stared into the off-distance. He didn't want to think about his misfortune.

Roxas continued to shiver, he felt so cold. Why was it so cold?

"S-Sora." he stuttered, unable to keep the chill out of his voice.

"…I'm here."

But why did it feel as though he was all alone? This brunet couldn't be his brother. His brother who was always smiling and laughing and always playing.

The blond, unable to do anything or say anything else, crouched down onto the floor and continued to shiver relentlessly.

They were all alone, cold, left forgotten.

The world was so unfair.

"…I'm cold…" Roxas mumbled out as he squeezed his eyes shut and huddled into himself. He felt numb.

"Me too…" he muttered out as he sat on the ground beside his brother and hugged his knees to himself.

The whole town was deserted, quiet, left for dead. Were they the only ones left? It felt that way.

They didn't know what to do, where to go.

They cried. They cried as they shivered in the cold.

How did the world expect two children to survive on their own after having lost their parents? It was cruel. It was unfair.

And then warmth smothered them.

"What?" the brunet muttered out as he looked up and gaze into the eyes of an intimidating man. He shivered. In cold, in fear.

"The world is indeed cruel." the man spoke mainly to himself as he turned and slowly walked away.

Roxas huddled himself into the warm jacket that the man left behind and shivered in anticipation.

Some feet away, the man turned around and gestured for the children, "Come." he spoke as he turned around and continued on his walk, never once forcing them to come along. It was their choice whether they followed or stayed.

But what choice did they have?

Stay in the decrepit town? Or follow the man that gave them warmth from the freezing cold?

Slowly, they stood from the floor, huddled themselves deeper into the warm jacket and followed with closed hearts and open minds.


'"Sora…?" he mumbled out as he slowly opened his eyes to find his brother crying beside him.

"I'm here…" he sniffed. "You really had me worried there." He tried to wipe his tears away, but they continued to flow freely.

He felt so cold, "I'm sorry."

"It's ok…I mean when he shot you. I just-I didn't. Suddenly you fell and I got worried and I-" he stuttered through sniffs and sobs.

"I'm sorry." Roxas apologized once more, trying to sit up from the hammock wincing from the pain. He felt horrible, "I'm cold."

Almost immediately, a blanket was thrown over the blond.

"Thank you." Roxas spoke as he pulled the blanket closer to himself, mindful of the pain in his stomach, "How bad is it?" he asked.

"It's not that bad." the brunet sniffed, "Just a graze on the side of your stomach."

'Just a graze?' he looked down at his shirt which was covered in drying blood and had a hole in it. He lifted it and surely, it was just a small abrasion. "What? It felt a lot worse than that…"

Sora started to laugh, strangled at first, "You fainted from a small scratch."

The blond snapped, "You cried because you thought I was dead!"

"It was a small scratch!!"

"Nice to know that you cared for me!" Roxas yelled, throwing a punch at his brother's shoulder.

"Nice to know that you're not left for dead." Sora smiled before throwing himself onto the blond, giving him a heartfelt, but painful hug. "I'm so happy…"

Roxas winced, although momentarily pained at the sudden act, he relaxed himself into the embrace and returned the hug. "Me too…"

"Alright, let me find the bandages." the brunet spoke as he broke away, walking off to find bandages to dress up the blonds' wound.


Sora emerged after half an hour of leaving the Isla De Muerta, with Roxas in tow and immediately, they were bombarded with questions from worried crewmen.

"Are you alright?" the dirty haired blond asked, careful not to bring anymore harm to the blond who had yet to change out of his stained clothes.

"I'm alright." Roxas replied as he looked down and noticed that he was still wearing the bloody shirt. He must've grabbed the wrong shirt when they were done with cleaning the wound. "I need to change clothes…" he spoke as he turned heel and walked back down into the galley, followed closely by a certain new member of their crew.

The silver haired boy walked up to the brunet and noticed the slight redness in the brunet's eyes, "How are you faring?"

"Much better than Roxas." he replied as he released a sigh and moved towards the railing.

"I see…"

"I commend you on a job well done back in the cove." Sora brought up as he stared down at the rolling waves.

The silver haired boy merely cracked a small smile as he set his eyes to gaze at the setting sun over the horizon.


Roxas felt tired, and wondered if he would be allowed to sleep the rest of the day away, or whatever was left of it.

"Roxas."

It was that familiar voice again, and when the blond turned, he saw red.

"Yes?" he started as he moved over towards his bed and grabbed the shirt that he had been given to wear in replacement of his current one.

The red head was concerned and it was evident in the way the blue eyes just seemed so exhausted. "You really had me worried there."

"Why do you care?" Roxas asked, unsure of why he felt so angry all of a sudden, "You hardly know me."

"Aw, come now." Axel started as he waved a hand around, "We introduced ourselves and we had a couple of drinks. Doesn't that count as something?"

"One night of merriment doesn't mean we're best of mates." He spoke as he held onto his shirt, not quite comfortable in changing into them just yet.

"And it doesn't seem as though you want us to be the best of mates."

Roxas, forgetting why he was angry, turned to see the red head walk back up towards the deck. He hadn't meant to sound so harsh, but at the same time, it just felt so satisfying.

The ship was crawling with pirates left and right, new and old.

But why did he feel so alone? Left to fend for himself in the seven seas.


Lawls…