That night Clara had slept like a newborn babe. Stomach full with cheese, bread and ham. Another meat she had never had the pleasure of eating before, but now relished in its smoky flavor. After the meal, she was washed and scrubbed from a coal warmed bath and soap that smelled of freshly picked flowers. Clara wasn't ashamed to admit when she was left in the bathing room alone with the wooden tub pushed by the open fire place, she had spent more than a few minutes simply smelling the soap, sitting in that bath tub of luxury.

She had never thought soap could smell like that. The type she had back home, with Mary, was plain, made from goose fat and lard. This simple thing however smelled like heaven, and was pretty too, rounded in shape with little flower buds peaking out from the opaque milky whiteness. She almost didn't want to use it... Until she caught a whiff of herself, smoke, blood and sweat, hers and some one else's. A mans, Vanes if she would have guessed from their up close and personal fight earlier that day.

She had used that bar of soap on everything, her skin, her hair, even choosing to dip her dingy clothes into the water with her and scrubbing away with a shoe brush that was left on the fire places mantle. Miranda had promised to get her a dress, but it didn't feel right. She was never fully comfortable in dresses, and these clothes, dusty dirty pieces of fabric, held a certain part of her as odd as it sounded. She had survived a pirate raid in these clothes, survived escaping, survived Vane. She couldn't just throw them away. So she scrubbed, and when all the filth was gone and with only a few nicks here and there in the clothe, she spread them out in front of the fire to dry off, wearing the thin shift that Miranda had given her before she went into the bathroom.

After the bath, Miranda had led her to a room with a wide bed taking up most of the space. More rich fabrics, in Claras opinion, were used. And as soon as her body had hit the softness of a mattress like no other Clara had slept on, she was fast asleep. She slept long, but not entirely undisturbed. She couldn't totally remember the dream that woke her up, only the cooks face, Marys face and a mans wig again. But the contents of her minds landscape did not matter, because she woke up in a rush, bracing herself for something she couldn't remember heading her way.

Staring out the open window, needed for the nights were even hot on this island, she saw the sun slowly making its entrance to the open sky. In a rush, she flipped the sheets off of her, padded into the bathroom, her clothes still lying on the floor, dry now, tugged the shift off and changed.

Edging out of the bathroom, she kept her ears open for any signs of Miranda stirring from her own bedroom. When the coast was clear, she made her way to the front door, opening it, she glanced back, feeling slightly regretful for having to leave Miranda without so much as a thank you, but she had people to find and they would not wait for her. With resolve fixed, she crept out of the house and Closed the door behind her softly, promising herself that she would go back soon, even later that very day.

It took her two hours to walk the twenty minutes horse ride journey back to the beach and the surrounding town. But she liked it, the wakening birds songs the only thing interrupting her thoughts. She needed this time, to calm herself after the events of yesterday, to process it, which she still had not actually done by the time she was walking among the quickly busying streets and tall shadowed buildings from the rising sun.

She had just wondered down a road and saw the familiar building of Noonans when she decided against going anywhere near that place. So turning down a side road, trying to come up with ways of finding Silver, imagine her surprise when the man flaunting through her thoughts smacked right into her... Soaking wet.

"Jesus Christ... Silver? What are you doing here, and why are you so wet?"

His eyes darted to her, his face set in grim determination, and before Clara could even register her worry, he span her around and had his large hand clamped over her mouth, dragging them backwards to the wall until they were hidden in its shadows. Clara raised her elbow to ram it into his stomach, thinking he had finally gone mad, or really was angry for having to save her life back with Vane, when the looming figure of Billy ran past their turn off point and disappeared down the adjacent road, swallowed up by the life of Nassau.

"No time to explain I'm afraid."

He let go of her and pushed away, and had already started back off down the small enclosed road the way he had came, but Clara was fast and snatched up the back of his shirt, having to use her full body weight and a tight grip to stop him and yank him back. He reached behind him and smacked her non injured hand away, but still stopped and twirled to face her, which was what she wanted.

"What is going on? What did you do?"

Silver looked passed her shoulder for a moment, likely scanning the crowd to make sure Billy wasn't still lurking around, then he focused back in on her. He smiled a smile that must have gotten him out of hell as a child, still did sometimes, but one Clara knew all to well, had already seen him play it. The whole 'I'm innocent' thing didn't really wash when you actually knew Silver, even the tinniest amount.

"Me? Me? Why would you automatically jump to the problem being me?"

The road they were on was more of a break in between buildings, woven caskets and barrels pushed up here and there, short distance between one exit and another. A movement behind Silvers broad shoulders caught Claras eye, making her smile at him this time and gesture behind him with a point of her finger, making him look over to see what had her so amused.

"So Billy is just hunting you down for no reason? Just for the fun of it?"

"Billy?!"

Silver pressed himself back up to the wall, this time thankfully leaving Clara behind to stand as she wanted to. Her tone was sweet, but mocking as she spoke, watching as Billy appeared, glanced around before striding away in the wrong direction once again. For someone so tall, who could look over the heads of many a big man, Billy was sure bad at actually spotting people. Why he was the one sent out to do so bewildered her.

"So are you going to tell me, or do I need to shout loud enough for Billy to come back, maybe even Flint?"

Silver stopped watching the place Billy had been and levelled her with an un-amused glare, which only made her own enjoyment climb. He scanned her up and down, kicked off from the wall but did not try and leave this time. Clara would have just followed him anyway and Silver plausibly knew this.

Silver... John Silver could not be explained in words adequately. He kept doing things she did not expect him to do. She also found herself doing things she had not planned around him, like killing the cook. But if he was an ally, if he could ever be a friend she could count on in this place, she would need to know just were he fell, who he was. The problem was, she didn't think she would ever fully understand him.

Was he a man simply out for himself, or was he something else entirely? Friend or Foe? John or Silver? Or was he everything wrapped up into one? But that was why she had came back to this beach today, to make allies, to build a foundation, and as grudgingly as she was to voice it, Silver was the first name that had popped into mind when she had originally thought about it. He had helped her against Vane, whether for his own skin or hers, it had to count for something.

"No, definitely not that option... You remember that piece of paper the cook had on him back on Captain Ludfords ship?"

The question made Claras eyebrows pucker in the middle as she tried to think back to that time, a time she really didn't like thinking back on. She could faintly remember the rolled piece of old leather, but when that thought brought back the feeling of the knife crunching through the cooks flesh, Clara snapped her mind away from it.

"Yes..."

Silver nodded, looked behind him to a corner of the wall and backed up, sitting down on a barrel and patting the accompanying barrel for Clara to sit on. Clara strolled over, keep her eyes on Silver as she too sat down, watching as he reached into his blue jacket, the one she thought he had gotten rid of, pocket and pulled out that small bundle of leather and paper. The little thing that had cost the cook his life, the minuscule thing that had made Clara kill a man. She almost wanted to snatch it away from Silver and burn the fucking thing, but managed to refrain herself. It didn't make anything happen, the people were the ones who did, Clara was the one who killed and she deserved that responsibility, that twinge of regret fluttering in her stomach when she was reminded of it.

"Turns out it's a rather important piece of paper, a schedule in fact of one of the greatest treasury ships in the new and old world. However, Flint had commandeered our ship for just this slip of paper, knowing it was on board and missing, and after quite the goose chase, found out I have it, and now likely wants me on a spit."

Silver untied the strings, rolled the leather out and pulled the paper free. Clara had the wondering thought of it was always a little piece of paper that fucked people over. This schedule, her birth certificate. If she was smart, she should have ran then, but Clara was forever curious, and the mention of a treasury ship had her interests more than a little piqued. Silver must have believed this schedule to be true, to risk his life, the anger of Flint, to keep it. He held the paper out between them, but Clara could only look, knowing there was no chance she could read such a thing, but the neatly inked marks were pretty, and she wasn't going to admit to Silver of all people she couldn't read. Her musings were sliced short when Silver started speaking again.

"I however have already made a deal for this schedule, and who am I if I don't have my word to honour?"

Clara glanced up at his face, his bright smiling face... And didn't fall for a single word. He truly did take after his name, Silver the Silver tongued, it fit him poetically beautiful. But Clara couldn't be swayed by fanciful words and sparkling eyes. He would eventually figure that out, if they stayed beside one another long enough for him to.

"Don't pull that with me Silver, you're after the biggest buyer and that's it. So, who is it?"

"The buyer?"

Clara scoffed, she may look young, mayhap be young compared to the other people on this island. But she did not have a naive mind. Easy to anger, quick tongue and a distaste for being underestimated sure, she knew her flaws well, but never truly naive. She would have never lived as long as she had if that had been the case. While many girls her age were married, prostituting, begging or dead, Clara had scrapped by, by the skin of her teeth many times, but she had still managed it without having to rely on anyone. She knew how things worked, better then most people gave her credit for.

"No, the in between, the go to man. You wouldn't risk showing your face with such a prize attached to it, it would likely end in your death, you're smart enough to know that. So who is it?"

Yes she looked young, younger than she actually was. Yes, she looked delicate, but that was her greatest card she realized. No one expected any more from her. God forbid they expected her to have an ounce of intelligence. Silver regarded her once more, and Clara had the feeling he was truly seeing her for the first time, not just her hot headedness, or her imp-like face. But her, the one who lay underneath all that. It made her feel bare under his scrutiny, as if he was dissecting her soul. Clara didn't like it, not one bit and could practically feel her guard slam up.

"Ah, well. She's a lovely woman from Noonans."

He grinned, leaning his shoulder against the wall next to him, his body turned towards Clara. He said it so flippantly, as if it was Clara that was not seeing the logic. Claras mouth floundered for a few seconds, before the words she was looking for came out in a rush of one breath, syllables and twists of tongue blending into one long noise that escaped her, that miraculously Silver managed to decipher.

"Noonans... The whore house? You're trusting a prostitute to handle this? She's going to fucking sell you out you idiot!"

His grin faltered and he stood up from his cozy seat in the shadow of the building they were currently hiding behind. The paper was still out in the open, but it was in his tight hand as he used his other one to run down his shirt, straightening out the imaginary creases, frowning at her like she had just slapped him, then the damned grin was back.

"Please Clara, have some faith, I can tell a trust worthy person from the not so. Look at us, we're friends aren't we?"

Trap. That was what he was trying to do, lead her into a verbal trap. If she agreed, he would know she wouldn't tattle on him, and off he would go with the schedule all to himself, and if she said no, well this conversation was over and he would still be off somewhere, doing whatever it was he was planning. Clara stood up, walking slowly over to him until she was close, nearly toe to toe with the slightly taller man, glaring at him and his games.

"Yeah, that would be more heart-warming if I didn't know the only reason you put up with me is because of Flint and his connection to me, who you are trying to betray by the way. You're standing on shaky ground Silver, take cautious steps."

"Now Clara, you wouldn't hand me in would you, after all we've been through together?"

He held out his hands, as if baring himself to her with false ease, his smirk wider, his eyes still sparkling maddeningly. Clara braced herself, crossing her arms over her chest as she squared her shoulders back, hoping without words that he would understand she wasn't to be taken for an imbecile. She had never treated him as such, not fully, and she deserved the same kind of respect.

"What? Me saving your life? A fist fight with Vane and now this? To be honest I think it would be better for my health if I did hand you over to Flint... Let me look at the schedule again."

His hand holding the schedule automatically snapped back a fraction as his eyes darted between it, her eyes and her now out-turned hand waiting for it to be passed over. He was the one who said they were friends, friends let other friends look at their schedules. Maybe next time, after learning Clara could play the word game just as well as he could, he would choose his words more carefully with her.

After a heavy sigh, and a sag to his shoulders, he reluctantly handed it over with a jerk of his hand and an even faster retreat. Clara brought it in front of her face, making her eyes go from left to right in a façade of actually reading the damn thing. If Silver found out she couldn't pick out a single word, the schedule would be gone, he would be gone, and the chance to get in on this would also vanish before her eyes.

"Do you remember it at all? Could you remember it if you didn't have it in front of you?"

Silver came closer, but Clara backed away at the same time, making him shoot her a confused glance. Thankfully he didn't come any closer, only tensing up a smidgeon, likely in preparation of diving for her if she chose to scarper away with the schedule and leave him alone in this alleyway of a road.

"Partially. Just that last chunk there at the bottom I haven't memorized quite yet."

Silver could be lying, meaning he had memorized it all, or that he had only memorized that part he said he had not. But it didn't matter, the buyer would not buy a partial schedule. Clara looked up to him and smiled as brightly as he had at her, almost laughing as his expression grew worried.

"Good."

With a quick pinch, and a flick of her wrist, the lowest paragraph was torn off and securely in her possession. Silver dashed for her, but she chucked the rest of the schedule at him, stopping him in his tracks to grab at the fluttering piece of paper in the wind. By the time he had snatched it from the air, Clara had danced further away from him, folded the piece up and shoved the torn part into the bandaged wrapping up her hand and wrist, new, clean ones thanks to Mirandas kindness.

"What are you bloody doing?!"

His nostrils were flared, the sparkle in his eyes gone and his jaw was clenched hard. Clara saw for the first time an angry John Silver, and it was a lot more frightening than she could have imagined. She almost backed down, almost handed the piece over and almost left. Almost being the operative word. She wouldn't back down to him, she hadn't with Vane and she hadn't with Flint.

"Ensuring I have a place in your scheme. If you try and take it from me, I swear Flint and his crew is going to be the least of your worries. I deserve a piece, I was the one to kill the cook after all."

Silver half huffed and half growled, spinning his back to her as he ran a hand through his hair, staring at the now cramped crowds passing them non the wiser of what was happening in the road they were passing. He finally turned back to her, ran a hand down his face, staring at her blankly. He pulled his hand away from resting on his chin and smiled, less bright this time, but it was something to ease her worries.

"Fine, partners then. But as my partner, you will have to help me hide from your father."

Clara gave a nod, knowing that was the best she was going to get out of him at the moment. But she had to stomp down on her anger towards his choice of words, at bringing up Flint, for voicing him as her father. She still couldn't reconcile that inside her, to have someone else voice it made her temper flare.

Clara walked past him and to the end of the road she had come from, turning back to a stationed Silver, she jerked her head behind her and towards the right, indicating for him to follow, he looked less then pleased by her silent demand.

"Well, lets go pay your in between woman a visit. She's invested as much in this as we are, for that I'm guessing she wont mind if she lets her room out for use to scurry away into for a while."

They edged through the crowds, keeping both their heads down, Silver even going as far to bring her to his side, whispering in her ear that her hair would give them away if she weren't more careful. Clara scoffed at him, how could she be careful about her hair color, it wasn't like she had chosen it herself just to annoy him. Although at this time, if it was such a possible thing, she might of done it to spite him.

Just as they reached the doors, Silver picked up her arm and tugged her around the building, down the side of the building until they came to a balcony a floor above their heads. Silver dropped her arm and used an indent in the shabby wall of the brothel to hoist himself up just enough to grab the bottom of the balcony. With more grace than she thought he had, he climbed up, flipped over the railing and was safely on the balcony in record timing.

When he disappeared from her view, she was just about to shout him out for ditching her, when his top half came back, hanging awkwardly over the railing, hands reaching down for her, that damn grin back full force.

"Here let me help, for someone so little, this climb will be quite difficult."

Clara snarled, stormed over to the wall, jammed one foot into the indent and lifted herself up, begrudgingly using Silvers open arms to help her up because she really couldn't reach the bottom of the balcony, even with the added help of the indented wall. When she eventually made it over the railing, she slapped his arm hard, making him wince and rub the spot she had assaulted.

"Fuck you Silver."

Silvers smile grew, and he swaggered over to the closed curtain doors, swinging the door open without so much of a knock, they both stalled at what they saw. A woman with mocha colored skin, deep ebony curls and a soundless beauty was on her knees, hand busy jerking back and forward over a mans member, his ass bared and on show for Silver and Claras wide eyes.

Clara spluttered, but Silver still dragged her into the shaded room by her elbow, closing the door behind him and alerting the other residents of their entrance. The man was fast to react, yanking his trousers up and swearing at them both with a thick Irish accent, the woman promising a later, her accent even thicker than the Irish mans, but as beautiful as herself, French and lilting. It didn't stop the Irish mans anger, as he stormed out of the room with a bang of a door. Then the woman was on them, anger hissed through her words and aimed for Silver.

"What are you doing here? During the daylight? And who is this?"

"This is my friend Clara Flint. I-"

"You brought Flints daughter, does she know? who else have you told-"

Clara stepped forward, putting herself between the flustered Silver and the angry brunette with a wide stride. She hated it when people spoke like she wasn't there, like hell would she let these two do the same.

"I'm right fucking here! Yes I do know and now I'm in also. Look, Flints found out about Silver having the schedule, now he needs somewhere to hide."

"And you came here, to me?! Do you understand what they will do to me. When a man is getting fucked he wants to know whose cock is inside him!"

It was Silvers turn to step between the two women, and Clara noticed how they had been doing that a lot lately, fluctuating between actions, taking it in turns. But Silver was a lot more welcoming then Clara was, with his white smile and easy going nature, he was better at calming a situation down, where Clara was good at riling it up. He turned around, glancing between the two women.

"No one is going to do anything to anyone. All I need to do is hide until sun down, you set up the meeting, then we'll split the shares three ways and leave before sunrise."

the woman pulled away from them, eyebrows pulled down in a frown, looking split between going back to yelling in a hushed voice, or simply walking out of the room. But it was hard to concentrate on her, when Claras own emotions went of kilter. Leave, they would be leaving. She thought she could wing this around, sell it off and then let Flint know were the schedule was, get money to see her through and getting the schedule to Flint seemed like a good plan for all. She didn't want to fully double cross the man, but at the same time there was only a certain amount of professions on this island for women, and Clara didn't want to be on her back twenty-four-seven, or waiting tables.

"Leave... You're leaving?"

Silver glanced at her, looking shocked that she had not figured out that part when really she should have. Thinking it through, for Silver who had no connections to this place, it was the best course of action. He would be fucking over one of the biggest pirates on this island, it was best he got the hell out of dodge before Flint could retaliate. But for some reason, Claras mind had not thought down that path, if they did this, Silver would have to leave.

Clara had nothing outside this island, no family, no home. She had no where to go and no one to run to. The only thing she had left was Miranda and Flint, and even that was a dubious connection, but a connection all the same. Silvers hand on her shoulder and his voice broke her out of the quiet panic she had been building up to.

"We... WE are leaving. You're not staying here are you Clara? If you stay, Flint will eventually find out and long lost daughter or not, the end result will not be pretty."

No, she couldn't do this. as tentative as a... Truce, was truce the right word? She had with Flint and Miranda, she couldn't do this to them. God, knows how long Flint had been after this ship, this treasure. But at the same time, she hardly knew much about these people. She did know Flint was a killer, that he could be cold and hard most of the time, distant at best, but he had never harmed her, never even sent a slap her way. Could she do this to him, for her own means? No, no she couldn't, she wasn't that type of person. Claras hand went to her bandaged hand, Silver couldn't sell the schedule if she kept her hands on this piece of it.

The three of them were brought out of their stupor by a concession of knocks on the door of the room. The door opened and a black haired woman leaned through the crack, her eyebrow rose up on her head at Silver and Clara, but she was back to business when she tuned to face the woman next to them.

"Jack Rackham has just walked in and is heading up this way Max."

"Merde!"

The woman stepped through the door when Max ushered her over with a wave of her hand, proceeding to jostle and lead Silver and Clara to an adjacent door that looked to be a part of the wall of the room, once opened Clara and Silver was pushed through roughly by Max.

"You two stay here. Keep quiet. Idelle, keep an eye on them for me."

Max waited for no answer, and with Idelle walking in with a shrug of her shoulders, the door closed in front of them, and Max was gone. Idelle didn't even glance their way, instead walking over to the bed and plopping down on the messy blankets, fiddling with her boots. Silver was close to Clara, his shoulder almost touching hers as they stood near the hidden door, and Claras anxiety turned to all out anger towards the blue eyed man.

"Rackham?! You do know this will include Vane, the same man who did this to my hand, the same one who likely wants me dead, you too for holding a gun to his head?! Are you really this stupid or just crazy?"

"Stupid? No, I didn't know it was him we were selling to. But think about it, they would never guess it was us, and we'll be long gone to some sunny beach of some far off land before they even realize."

Clara was about to tell him she was going nowhere, especially with him, when the brunette spoke up from her post on the bed, voice droll and eyes and hands now playing with her short skirts.

"For a married couple, you sure argue a lot."

The reaction was instantaneous, both whirling to the bored looking Idelle, Silver for once lost for words and Clara spluttering her denial, jabbing a finger towards Silver as she spoke.

"Married? To him? Are you joking? As if I would ever marry Silver."

Silver reared his head back as he glared at her, as if she had just said the sky was pink with purple and yellow spots. His hands landed on his hips as he rounded on her, voice sprinkled with the tone of disbelief.

"Excuse me, I think I would make an excellent husband. You would be lucky to have me, I however being stuck with you..."

"Fuck you Silver, and your god-damned ego!"

Silvers jaw opened to most likely give a sharp retort to Clara, only for a bang from the room Max was in to cut him off, making them both stare at the wall as if it would give them the secrets of what was going on next door. It was Silver who spotted the two holes, leading Clara over to them with a tug on her arm. Bending down, still pressed closely together thanks to the position of the holes, Silver peaked through his, Clara taking more time to will herself to look through.

But when she did, she almost swallowed her tongue. She could see Rackham at the table of the room, Max standing off to the corner. It was non of this that set her on edge, but the person who had come banging his way into the room. A very angry, very murderous looking Vane. Could this day get any worse? Yes, it could Clara realized when Vane started ranting in that deep raspy voice of his.

"It's a load of bullshit! Flints crew is down there right now celebrating the prize they think they already have. Flint has the schedule, not this woman or her seller! You've been played Jack."

Max backed away from the now standing Rackham, but was cornered by a prowling Vane, who had charged towards her, still voicing his displeasure. Max was nearly backed up to a wall, before she spoke fast, tone laced in reassurance and a slight hint of desperation.

"I assure you Singleton did not have the schedule, my seller does-"

Max was cut of by Vanes hand around her throat and hard slam into the wall she had been inching towards, to get away from the approaching pissed off Vane. The force of the slam made the room rattle, even the wall that Silver and Clara was currently using as a spy holes. Clara tensed, sure she was going to witness the murder of the woman she had only just met. A warm hand circled around her own hand, and Clara was greeted with Silvers light eyes on her instead of the peeping hole.

He smiled at her, not his bright smile, but a small reassuring one, one that was meant to calm her down. Clara tried to mimic it, in hopes of telling him she was fine without having to speak, not daring to with Vane so close. They were both pulled away from each other when Vanes voice reached new levels, and looking through the hole, Clara could see him snarling in Max's face. Claras hand tightened around Silvers, thankful for at least something to keep her from barging into the room and surely to her death.

"Stop pushing this, don't take me for a fool!"

Clara jumped away from the wall and Silver, not sure she could take any more of watching someone get strangled without doing anything to help. Her morals and survival instincts battled it out. She couldn't just sit there and watch, but if she went in there, she would likely not be coming back out breathing.

"Shit, do you have any weapons?"

She just couldn't do it, couldn't watch and wait for things to stop. She had killed that cook, and no, this wouldn't atone for that, but she could make damn sure she wouldn't be privy to another murder, especially one she had no part in. Silver pushed away from the wall stealthily, keeping an ear out for Vane and Jacks approach, but he too turned to Idelle, elaborating on Claras question.

"Like a candle holder, a heavy shoe?"

Idelle huffed, still looking bored despite what was happening next door, and Clara realized this must be common place here. She shuffled to a cabinet, reached behind it and a wall and pulled out, like a magician would a rabbit from a hat, a machete of all things. Silver chuckled and took the offered weapon, turning it side to side as he watched it glint in the sunlight pilfering in through the balcony window.

"That will do it."

Silver winked at Clara, but another wall shaking bang went off, making both of them dash back to the spy holes. Max was still pressed up to the wall, Vanes hand still enclosed around her long neck, but now her feet were of the ground, pinned between the unforgiving wall and a more unforgiving Vane. That's it, Clara couldn't watch any more. Before she could stand fully, Silver tugged her back down and pointed to the spy holes, whispering in Claras ear as she looked through.

"Look, She's telling us not to, let's just leave while we still can."

He was right, Max's hand, the one not trying to alleviate Vanes grip on her throat, was down at her side, waving them away with flicks of her wrist. She knew they were watching, and she wanted them to leave. That only made Claras resolve become more solid. The woman was getting bloody choked and was still trying her best to keep them hidden, either in telling them she could handle it, or in concern for their welfare. It didn't matter, not to Clara, and she pulled her way out from Silver and back away from the wall, face stony as Silver looked at her.

"Look, you have the schedule, you need to leave before they now were here, but I can't leave her getting choked. We'll meet back up later were we met today."

"You can't be serious Clara, you said yourself that man wants you dead and I have to agree! You go in there and you are not coming back out again. Don't be stupid, just come with me."

Silver had come away from their spying place too, snatching up her arm and leading her to another balcony, most likely planning to use it to climb down and leave this place in a rush, but as they made it outside to the balcony, Clara pulled her arm away, leaving Silver half bent over the railing.

"No, I can't. Look, I have something he wants, a link to Flint and his crew, killing me would be foolish. Trust me, you go, keep the schedule safe and I'll make sure our seller doesn't die. Keep away from Flints crew, they'll be swarming all over the place."

Silver huffed, but sighed when he saw the determination printed on Claras face. With a quick nod, he swung one leg over the railing, readying to drop down, when he stopped, perched on the railing and gave one last look to Clara, if she didn't know better, she would say he was looking regretful and apprehensive. But this was Silver she was talking about, so she pushed away those silly notions.

"I better see you in that street before nightfall Clara... Where else would I find a partner like you?"

Clara couldn't help it and chuckled. She highly doubted many people would, or could put up with a man like Silver and keep their sanity, she was having a hard time of it herself. Maybe she had lost her grip on reality already, she was about to willingly enter a room with a pissed of Vane to hopefully save a woman she did not know. Thinking better of it, she reached over to Silver and snatched the Machete he was still holding, Silver for his credit willingly handed it over. She was going to need it more than him.

"I'll be there, go or Vanes going to be storming in here any second... And give me that."

Then Silver smiled, swung his other leg over the railing and was gone in a drop. A hand falling onto her shoulder nearly made her swing the machete behind her, but halted when she was met with a more intrigued looking Idelle, smirking at the smaller Clara with twist to her rouged lips. Clara preferred a bored looking Idelle then... Whatever this Idelle was.

"Are you sure you're not married?"

Yes, bored Idelle was better than this. Scoffing, Clara pushed past the smirking brunette, before reaching the door to her likely doom, Clara spoke to Idelle over her shoulder.

"God forbid that was true, I would have killed myself a long time ago. "

Clara didn't wait for the sarcasm that was surely to come, instead wrapped her hand around the brass knob of the secret door, breathed in deeply, hoping her connection to Flint would At least make Vane reconsider on killing her, twisted the handle and pushed the door open with more force than was necessary, wanting this whole thing to be over and done with. Death or not.

Max was now in a huddle on the floor at Vanes feet, clutching at her neck and coughing harshly. Rackham was by the door to the room leading to the tavern, keeping guard Clara thought, and Vane, that smug, big bastard had his back to her, closer to her than the others in the room.

But he wasn't turned away from her for long. Jack was the first to see her, his eyebrows raising high on his forehand when he did spot her, Max didn't bother, or was too caught up with coughing, to spare Clara a glance.

But Vane... Vane slowly turned around, his profiled eye taking her in before he fully turned around to face Clara. A slow, taunting smirk graced his lips as his eyes squinted and locked on to her predatory. His foot steps seemed louder and more dangerous than the cannon fire on Captain Ludfords ship to Clara, and her hand tightened further on the machete at her side. His contradictory voice uttered one word as he smirk at her.

"You."


NEXT CHAPTER: Vane and Clara clash once more, but the result is completely opposite to the last meeting they had, instead ending in an offer Clara is tempted to accept...

Merde- French meaning shit.

A.N- This is the longest chapter by far, clocking in at nearly seven thousand words. I'm sorry if long chapters aren't really your thing, but hopefully this will be the longest one, I normally average around 5K but Silver would not keep quiet, blame him not me.

I wanted this chapter to have some light hearted moments as Clara and Silver grow closer, but lets face it, the happy moments don't last long in a place like Nassau. The way I see Clara connecting with Silver and Vane is totally different. Silvers that charmer that sort of just draws you into their madness, while Vanes very intense and sort of just demands notice, and I hope that shows through in this chapter.

Clara having a piece of the schedule is very, VERY important for things to come, especially with Vanes plot line from the show. On to where Claras so easy with taking the schedule from Flint, I know some of you wont like that, but she has only just met him, and she did plan on selling the schedule, THEN going to Flint to tell him where it was, so getting money and helping Flint out at the same time. So yes she was crossing him, but at the same time not fully going over that line. Basically, Clara wanted her cake and to eat it too, which has obviously not worked out well for her.

As for pairings, it's still evenly matched, and I really mean evenly. So, I'm going to try and make it work out as a full on Silver/Clara/Vane story. Don't worry, I'm not planning for her to bounce between the two, if she gets with both of them, then it's not going to be because of her indecision. I, myself hate stories that have a multi pairing only because the protagonist can't choose one and keep to it, and plus it's sort of poetic, with Thomas, Flint and Miranda being mirrored in Claras choices and romances, but completely different to their own tale. Although that being said, Vane and Silver aren't going to be romantically involved with each other. Plus these are pirates, they're against everything to do with societies norms, including 'acceptable' loves and romances at the time.

So I will try and keep it as realistic as I can, as even as I can for the plot that's coming. As a reviewer said they would be a force to be reckoned with, and I really like the thought of having that play out. Because the way I see it, Vanes the feared name, the muscle so to speak, Silvers the charmer and can talk anyone around to his thinking, and Clara, eventually, would be the planner, the one to set things up to be knocked down by them. One hell of a team if you ask me.

So, enough of my mindless chatter, THANKYOU to all the reviewers, you guys are the best, literally. I hope I'm meeting up to your expectations for this story, and will continue to do so. I hope you liked this chapter and are ready for the real plot to start coming in!

Thankyou to all readers who enjoy... Whatever this madness my mind creates, have a great day, and please, if you feeling up to it and have the time, drop a review! :)- GoWithTheFlo20