I have put up an important poll on my profile. When you're done reading, please go vote on it. Warning! Another gruesome death. Please all you Ryou fans….don't kill me!

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Yami finished telling his story as quickly as possible to escape the pain of having to relive each experience. After the warehouse had burned down, he and Yugi realized the mistake Bakura had made. The Tomb Robber hadn't meant to kill their friends; he had meant to kill them. Something had gone wrong with his shadow magic. Instead of killing them, the magic had split the two souls into separate bodies. Bakura had made a mistake. The man who had conspired with the creator of the Shadows had over five millennia of practice. And even he could not control them to do his will. Jack had been considerate as Yami finished the story. He remained quiet, and occasionally nodded to show he understood, even though he didn't. He didn't have it in him to accuse Yami of being demented, or of being a liar, because honestly, Jack believed every word. Yami had stopped crying as he came to the end of his story. He had no more tears left to cry. The whites of his eyes were irritated and bloodshot. They were also vacant; dull as his movements became that of a robot.

Jack became heartbroken as he heard Yami speak. He knew what it was like to lose someone you loved. He had been chasing around a woman who never even considered him to be anything more than a friend. And he was the reason this man lost his best friend. He felt compelled to make things right.

"I'm sorry." Jack apologized under his breath.

Yami sniffed and wiped his eyes.

"I want to make it up to you." Jack said quietly. "I know a woman who knew Davy Jones personally. She knew him better than anyone. She might know why he would take Yugi and where he could be."

Yami looked at Jack reluctantly. "Where is she?"

Jack hesitated. "She lives in Haiti." He mumbled.

Yami raised an eyebrow. "Haiti?" His voice rose and became full of anger. "As in the Haiti that's in the direction we spent a month coming from?"

Jack nodded, but said nothing.

"You idiot!" Yami screamed, jumping up onto his feet. He pointed an accusing finger right at Jack's nose. It quivered as Yami's body began to go back into tremors. "It took us a month to get here! We can't waste another thirty days going back there! Yugi could be dead by then!"

Against his better judgment, Jack spoke. "He could be dead right now."

Yami fumed. He raised a hand to slap Jack, but he held it back. He cursed under his breath, turned around, and stormed off. Jack sighed as he stood. He looked up at the sky, which was starting to turn a bright, orange color as the sun began to rise. He looked over his shoulder to where Yami had gone off too. The Pharaoh was sitting at the far end of the boat, arms crossed over his chest, bent over, and silently sobbing.

Jack closed his eyes. He turned towards the ramp that lead to the docks of Paris, and was reminded that Davy Jones' crew stole most of their supplies. He dug into his pockets. Empty. Sighing, Jack walked down the ramp and into the streets of Paris, hoping to get back before Will woke up. They had a long day ahead of them.

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It was dark and storming. The beggar walked down the damp city street with a brown hood covering his face. He kept his eyes glued to the ground, and watched his feet move ahead of one another. He had a beaten old satchel hanging over his left shoulder. The right shoulder strap had snapped and while back, and there were two good sized holes in the lining of the bag. Under normal circumstances, he would not have been able to travel as far as he had. His brat, Ryou, would've found a way to seize back control and get away far enough before he could steal control back. The boy has been a nuisance since the two first met, but now he was finally free of him. After the incident with the Pharaoh and Yugi, he and his brat were also separated. But, it did not happen until he was far away from the burning warehouse. Bakura and Ryou were separated when they reached Ryou's house. The boy thought Yugi and his friends were all dead, and tried to kill Bakura to avenge them. Stupid boy. Bakura had not only managed to overpower Ryou, but he also managed to gag and tie the boy up and bury him under the covers of his bed. His father was out on one of his excavations, and wouldn't return for several months.

Since he never called, he never would've known the danger his son was in. Bakura would've loved to burn the place down, but that would've been a messy death, and he didn't have the time to clean it up. He waited for three weeks; all the time Ryou lay in that bed, bound and gagged, dying of starvation and dehydration. Once he finally kicked the bucket, Bakura stowed the body into the back of a pickup truck, and drove it to the bottom of the Domino River. Since the body he had was identical to Ryou's, the police were unable to find any evidence, including the body of the dead boy.

A glow emanated from the center of his chest. The beggar stopped in his tracks.

"Hm?"

He dug down inside his cloak and pulled out an odd looking necklace from his head space. The Millennium Ring's Eye of Horus was glowing brightly, completely illuminating the night sky. The center compass was levitating and pointing north, the direction Bakura had been walking. He looked up and saw a port yard ahead of him. Bakura raised an eyebrow.

"Why did it lead me here?" Bakura muttered angrily. "The Pharaoh and his host have no business traveling the waters." He bit his lip, weighing his options. The worst case sceneario was that his ring lead him on a wild goose chase, which he was on anyways. The other scenario was that the Pharaoh and Yugi were sailing to try and avoid him, which is was unlikely, but much more likely than the latter. His ring always gave him accurate directions. The compass began to move slightly to the right, pointing to an old dingy. An elderly man was inside it, tending to his duties.

Bakura walked over to the old man and watched him work for a moment, tucking away his ring, before making his presence clear.

"Excuse me," Bakura said, trying to stay inconspicuous. "May I ask where you are headed?"

The elder turned around. He looked surprised by Bakura's presence. He hadn't had a visitor since his wife died nearly five years ago.

"Can I help you, young man?" The elder asked with bright, smiling eyes.

"I am in need of some…employment. I was wondering if you are available?"

The elder laughed. "Sorry boy, but I ain't headed in any particular direction." He pointed a wrinkly hand to the sky. "I go where the stars take me. And anyways, I couldn't afford to pay ya. I'm substantial. Work for meself, ya know?"

"I am not asking for payment." Bakura said in a deep voice. "I am searching for a boat to rest. I want to experience sailing for myself. All I would ask of you is that I get to stay on your boat."

"Aw, I appreciate it, boy, but there are some other, bigger ships around here." He motioned to the other ships that happened to be docked in the same vicinity. "You'd be better on one of 'em."

"But, I am attracted to the smallness of your boat. It is so humble, it beckons to me, like a ship to a lighthouse." Bakura lied. Something about this boat told him it would lead him to the missing piece of the puzzle. The Pharaoh thought he was so smart. He left all the millennium items, including the puzzle, he owned at his host's house. But, he took a piece of the puzzle with him, making the puzzle completely worthless. The other items didn't even matter that much until he got the puzzle fixed. It was the puzzle that would give him the ability to avenge his family.

The old man let out a large grin, revealing four, rotten teeth. Two on the top, two on the bottom.

"Why, boy you have just made my day. Tell ya what. You can come on my boat with me. I'll take you till we next reach land, and if you still want to voyage with me, you'll be more than welcome to."

He stuck out a frail, wrinkled hand.

Bakura smirked. He grasped the old man's hand and gave it a strong, firm shake.

"That sounds perfect." Bakura said. Deep inside, his soul was cackling in glee. In no time at all, he would correct the mistake he made back at the warehouse. He would kill the foolish Pharaoh once and for all.

Of course, there was still the matter of how to dispose Yugi. Bakura always liked Yugi, in aways. He found the boy's ignorance and foolishness quite amusing. How he longed to take the boy's ability to trust so easily and break it. He would take away the boy's spirit and crush it beyond repair. Once little Yugi lost his will to live, Bakura would've accomplished everything he ever wanted to. He would watch with extreme happiness as the boy begged him to end his life. And Bakura would. Once he got tired of the boy's crying, that is.

The old man welcomed Bakura onto his cramped ship. It rocked as he stepped on and sat down, but once he got comfortable he sat down.

"They call me Billy." The old man introduced himself. "Wadda 'bout you? Got a name?"

Bakura hesitated for a moment. Telling the man his name could prove to be a fatal error. He chewed on the inside of his cheek, thinking it over swiftly. 'It won't matter.' Bakura thought. 'He won't live to tell the tale.'

"I'm Bakura."

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Billy was a talker. He could outtalk anybody Bakura ever met in the past five millennia. The old man would often talk about his life. He told Bakura how he met his wife, and about his three children who were all grown up, but he lost contact with them after their mother died. He was traveling around the world, trying to find them. He told Bakura he had no idea where any of them could be, but his eldest daughter often talked about going to the Americas and marrying a wealthy farmer. He decided to start there, and traded in his comfy home in Haiti to travel the world in a small rowboat.

It annoyed Bakura to no ends that Billy could never shut up. But, it gave him an excuse not to talk himself. He had made a mistake; he rushed into his search and did not create a fake backstory for himself. He rarely had the misfortune of having to talk to someone, so it was not that big a deal, but here it would be very hard for him to get away with his silence. He would be stuck on this small rowboat for God knows how long. If he kept quiet for a long enough time period, Billy would get suspicious and could possibly kick him out. The old man couldn't pose a threat against him, but Bakura didn't want to kill the man just yet. He had been traveling the Earth for nearly a decade, and he knew his way around the sea. Bakura hated to admit it, but right now Billy was essential to him getting his revenge.

The old backpack was weighed down by five of the millennium items he had won from his duel with the Pharaoh. The two he was missing, the key and the scale, were not necessary to him being victorious. He had the Rod, which was really the only item he needed, along with his ring. The ring was his only chance of being able to track down his prey. One of the two boys held the missing piece of the puzzle. If he found one of them, he would find the other.

"Wadda 'bout you?" Billy said, pulling Bakura out of his thoughts. "Ever been married?"

Bakura shut his eyes tight and rolled them behind his eyelids. "I was. Once." Bakura lied. "She died a year ago of tuberculosis." Bakura remembered overhearing some poor sap saying that about their wife. The man was in tears as he told the story to one of his friends. Bakura mocked the man for his weakness of relying on others for support, but it was that conversation he overheard that could lessen the suspicion here.

Billy looked down and muttered an apology. "What about children?"

Bakura growled in his throat. It was deep, something a junk yard dog would say, but he managed to keep it from coming out of his mouth. Why couldn't the old man just shut up? "No." Bakura said, shaking his head. "She couldn't have kids."

Billy nodded like he understood. "My sister was the same way. She ended up adoptin' a small boy whose parents died. Killed by pirates, my sister told me."

Bakura hummed in acknowledgement, hoping the noise would get Billy to shut up. Suddenly, Bakura felt a warm sensation overtake his chest. He instinctively clutched it, trying to block out the yellow glow his ring would make. Billy didn't seem to notice, his eyes were facing the opposite direction, an oar held in his hand. Bakura could feel the compass on the far right pick up and point eastward. Bakura looked up to the sky and saw the sun was behind them. They were going in the opposite way! Bakura growled. He would need to get a hold of the oar and turn the ship around, but he couldn't do it with Billy steering, or awake.

"Would you like me to row?" Bakura asked, in the most polite voice he could conjure up, "You've been working really hard. You should rest." Billy turned around and thought about Bakura's offer. He had been rowing for a while, and his arms were so sore they were throbbing. He nodded and handed Bakura the oar.

"Why thank you, son. That's mighty kind of ya."

"Oh, it's no problem at all." Bakura said with fake sincerity. "Why don't you go to sleep now? I can handle it from here."

Billy smiled and switched places with Bakura, so that he was on the back end of the boat. He stretched out as much as he could on the cramped sea vehicle, tucked his hands under his head, and was snoring within minutes. Bakura waited until he was sure the old man was asleep, and then he turned the boat around, and starting riding the waves in the direction the missing puzzle piece lay.

He pushed the oars against the tide as hard as he could, causing a strain on his shoulders. He was never used to pain, not a sore pain, at least. He had always put Ryou back in control of the body whenever it was injured, leaving him to deal with the agonizing pain. Bakura seethed through his teeth as his shoulders began to throb. The ring started to glow brighter and it began to hum.

Despite the pain, Bakura grinned. He was almost there. Maybe a few hours away at most. Bakura placed a hand to his heart and bowed his head. "Father," he whispered, "Finally, I will be able to keep my promise. I will avenge your death and the death of all the villagers of Kul-Elna. Soon, I will finally be able to make you proud to call me your soon." Bakura took his two forefingers and kissed them lightly, before directing them towards the sky. He closed his eyes and allowed the prayer to reach his father. A soft breeze gently nipped the small of his neck. Other than the noise of Billy's snoring, and the occasionally caw of a seagull, all was silent.

It was the calm before the storm.

-Day 2-

Beckett was still lying on the floor boards in his catatonic state. His was awake, Yugi and Elizabeth could tell that, but he was completely still. The only movement he made was the rising and falling of his chest, the only sign Elizabeth had that he was still alive. The sun was slowly starting to rise, and the two captives were trying with all their might to wake the third. Jones has stated clearly that he wanted them up by sunrise.

They saw the cruelness of Jones' last night, and even though it really wasn't their problem, they didn't want Beckett to be subjected to torture. They were more merciful than that. Yugi began to pull on Beckett's arms while Elizabeth tried to push him up from behind. The man was tall, therefore heavy. Too heavy for the two to lift on their own. Yugi's grip on Beckett slipped and he fell backwards on top of Elizabeth. The woman groaned in pain and Yugi immediately ran over to assist her. She managed to push Beckett of her, and she accepted the hand Yugi offered. She took it lovingly and the teenage boy hoisted her to his feet. She wobbled a little bit, but quickly regained her balance. She brushed a piece of hair out of eyes and smiled.

"Thank you." She said softly. Yugi nodded, but didn't say anything. He glanced back down at the broken mass of man and but the inside of his cheek so hard he began to taste blood. He sighed.

"What do we do with him?"

Elizabeth shook her head and exhaled slowly. "I don't know. We can't just leave him down here; Jones' would kill him, and possibly, us."

Yugi shook his head. "I don't think so." He glanced up and met Elizabeth's eyes. "He wants us as slaves. He wants us to do his dirty work. If he kills us, then he loses his slaves and will have to do the work on his own. He's spent too much on us as is. Killing us will only put him in debt."

Elizabeth digested his words for a moment, letting them sink in to her mind. She sighed and wrapped her arms around her chest and began to rub them together for warmth. She looked back at Yugi.

"You're right." She admitted. "He isn't going to kill us. At least not yet. But, we still should head up to the main deck. Just because he won't kill us doesn't mean he won't injure us."

"Agreed." Yugi said dully. "He can stay here all day if he wants. I'm not going to risk your life for his." Giving Elizabeth no time to respond, Yugi turned around, swallowed the lump of fear in his throat, and walked up the creaking stairs. Elizabeth quickly followed, only stopping for a brief moment where she looked over her shoulders at Beckett's paralyzed form. His chest was falling and rising, but his eyes were unblinking, making her think he might actually be sleeping-or dead- and his breathing was just an illusion her mind had conjured up to keep her from reaching her breaking point. Beckett may be an ass, but even he doesn't deserve what fate had dealt him.

Her mind was trying to protect itself from grief. She had already been stolen away from the man she loved just moments before their wedding. She didn't need to lose another man in her life. Beckett was probably one of the most influential people she had ever met. Why, if it weren't for him, she would've never met Will. And she would probably be back in Port Royal, living by the bides of her father by marrying a man she did not love.

'You'll grow to love him.' The Governor would say with a large smile.

'Love isn't learned.' Elizabeth would argue with all might. 'It is made.'

'How do you know if it's there then, if you never give it a chance.'

Elizabeth would place a hand to her chest and close her eyes. 'The heart knows when it's in love; it doesn't need to be told, or be forced. It just knows. Either I love this man, or I do not love him. My heart tells me I do not love him.'

The Governor would become angry with his daughter at this point. She got her stubbornness from her mother. She was just as defiant as her, and wouldn't back down until her point had been made and the latter would come to agree with her.

'Did you love Mom?' Elizabeth asked one time. 'Did your parents force you into a marriage you did not want?'

'Of course not.' He said, shaking his head. 'I loved your mom from the minute I laid my eyes on her. Nobody had to force me to marry her, I choose to.'

'Then why can't you let me choose my husband?' Elizabeth hissed through her front teeth.

'Enough!' The Governor roared. "We will speak of this no more. You are to marry Lord Beckett next Sunday morn, even if I have to drag you there myself!' And with that, his face red and puffy, his wig slightly askew, he turned around and left the room, stomping like a child.

Elizabeth fell to her knees and quietly sobbed. She buried her face in her hands and allowed herself to wallow in her misery. Too Hell with her pride. Her father was forcing her into a marriage. The least she could do was feel sorry for herself, and not give a damn about anyone who thought otherwise. It wasn't fair. Everyone else got to choose what they did with their lives, who they included in it, and who they just simply tolerated. She was not even allowed to pick out her clothes for the day.

She sniffed and brought her head out of her hands, a decision made.

She was going to run away.

Looking back on this memory, Elizabeth still had the same thoughts. She did not run away. She saw how upset her bickering had made her father and, overcome with guilt, she reluctantly agreed to marry Beckett, just so her father could be happy.

She sighed and face downward. She didn't want to think about, but she had to consider the possibility that Will wouldn't come to save her. Weather it was because he was dead, unable to find her, or simply had no desire to come after her did not matter. The only thing that did matter was she uphold these beliefs that way she would not be disappointed if William and Jack never came to their rescue. She could prepare better to spend the rest of her life abroad the Flying Dutchman. Maybe that way it wouldn't seem so bad.

Her stomach grumbled and she realized that she hadn't eaten since the morning of what was supposed to be her wedding. She placed a hand over it and grimaced. She did not know where any food was. The sun started to rise higher. Her hunger could wait, she decided. Right now, her life was at stake. She did not want to anger Jones' so soon into her captivity. She held her head high, proud, despite her desperate situation, and walked up the stairs with a strong gait and demeanor. She did not bother to look over her shoulder as she made It onto the main deck where Yugi and the crew members were. Looking back would've only brought her to her breaking point. She would not lose the battle so early in. As Elizabeth walked towards the hell that awaited her, something in the lower part of the ship changed.

Beckett stirred.

Reviews:

Deadpoolohulk: Good news, it only gets even MORE depressing! And….um, yeah. Ryou's going to be very depressed….*hides under rock*

Aqua Girl 007: I think you'll like it.

Elemental Ink: Yeah, try telling that to Yugi.

Yugi: It's all my fault! I killed my bestest friends!

Yugi, you didn't kill them.I-

Yugi: *whispers* All my fault..all my fault…

See what I mean?

Kairi: No! I must kill you by keeping you in suspense. Soon, the anxiety will cause your heart to beat so rapidly it'll explode! Hahhahahaha!