Walker's Prison was one of the few places that nearly every ghost dreaded. It was one of the few places in the entire Ghost Zone where they couldn't use their abilities, at least not without immediately being engaged by the numerous guards that were in every nook and cranny of the place. Just like any prison, they were shuffled about in cells, but unlike many prisons, there was no such thing as 'yard time'. After all, if anyone was let out into the open, there would be nothing to stop them from simply flying away. Even intangibility was sketchy here, especially if you were in any kind of restraint.

The prison had been mostly empty, however, before Blitz and his many crewmen had been hauled off. The Captain was kept away from his men, in the 'west' wing of the prison, and Technus was being held in the 'east' wing, also away from the pirates. In this way, the two of them had no means of communication, and no way to plan an escape. Worse, they were both shackled; arms restrained behind their backs, and a chain connecting the far wall from the cell door to their right ankles. The shackles nullified all their abilities, making them about as dangerous as a mouse in a tank of piranhas.

Captain Von Krieg had sat in silence since he had been placed in his cell. He wasn't the sort to make noise or cause problems for the guards. There wasn't much point in it at this stage, and he doubted he was going to be here for very long. The Observants had put Walker up to this, and they would likely be on their way to collect him as soon as Walker informed them of the capture. He was, however, counting on the would-be law dog to come to gloat. A moment later, Walker ensured not to disappoint – coming down the long walk to Blitz's cell.

Stopping in front of the cell, Walker made a show of taking a deep breath. "You smell that, Von Krieg?" He asked with a smirk, "It's the scent of victory – of justice finally being done."

Blitz had shut his eyes when he saw Walker approach, and without opening them he spoke in a sing-song voice:

"Fifteen men on the Dead Man's Chest,

Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum,

Drink and the Devil had done for the rest,

Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum..."

Walker glared in at his prisoner. "Are you listening to me, Von Krieg?"

"The Mate was fixed by the Bosun's pike,

The Bosun brained with a marlin spike,

And Cooky's throat was marked be-like-

It had been gripped by fingers ten,

And there they lay, all good dead men,

Like break 'o day in a boozin' ken -

Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum..."

"Stop that singing!" Walker snapped, "It's against the rules!"

At that, Blitz's eyes opened, and the Pirate King smirked, glaring dark daggers into Walker's eyes as he continued with that eternal song.

"Fifteen men of a whole ship's list,

Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum,

Dead and cursed and the rest gone whist,

Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum..."

"I told you, singing is against the rules!" Walker snapped, pulling out the Skeleton Key to use to unlock the cell quickly. He didn't see the grin that came to Von Krieg's face when the key was revealed.

"The Skipper lay with his nob in gore,

Where the Scullion's ax his cheek had shorn,

And the Scullion he was stabbed times four,

And there they lay, while the soggy skies,

Dripped all day long in up-staring eyes,

At murk sunset and at foul sunrise,

Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum..."

The stanza was finished just as Walker reached him, and with one swift punch stopped the song in mid-stride. The ghostly warden smirked for a moment as Von Krieg's head stayed sidewise, but then stared at him uncomprehendingly as the Pirate King spoke.

"Takes a real big man to punch a guy while he's restrained." Slowly Blitz turned his head to face he who had struck him, looking up at Walker from where he sat with a smile. "But since I'm generally a nice guy, I'll let that one slide with a warning. Next time you lay a hand on me, you're going to regret it, boy-o."

Walker grinned wickedly, leaning down to look Blitz right in the eye. "Really? And just what are you going to do?"

Blitz just kept smiling. "You'll see."

Walker scowled. "Prisoners don't get to smile. It's against the rules." Blitz's smile just got bigger when he said it, and without another moment of hesitation – or a warning – Walker grabbed Blitz by the collar of his shirt and punched him hard enough that it made him slump sideways on his cot. Walker stepped closer then and leaned down. "I'm not seeing a whole lot, Punk."

Blitz grumbled, "Thought I told you not to call me that..." He shook his head slightly then, "Oh well, some people are just stupid I guess..." He smirked. "I can't believe you fell for it..."

"Fell for what?" Walker asked, confused.

"For this." Blitz grinned wickedly and then lunged, rolling off the bed. Walker hadn't even thought about the fact that his feet were on opposite sides of the chain that connected Blitz's ankle to the wall. By moving the way that he did, it cause the chain to loop around his feet. A powerful tug, and he was pulled off balance; his chin hitting the cot as he fell. The Pirate King, however, wasn't done with him. One leg to each side of his neck, he grabbed him with his legs and curled his body, throwing him against the opposite wall.

Dazed from the rapid attacks, Walker was sluggish as he tried to move, and Blitz was quickly up to his feet and pouncing on him. A knee to the face and repeated kicks anywhere that he could land them, and in no time flat Walker looked like he'd been on the wrong side of nine rounds with the Italian Stallion. Suit shredded and hat smashed in, he could easily have been mistaken for a ghostly hobo. However, his wits kicked in, and he finally blocked one of the attacks, getting to his feet quickly and grabbing Blitz by his coat. Spinning them around, he slammed Von Krieg against the wall, then pulled him forward and let loose with dual ecto-blasts, to pound him against the wall again.

The Pirate King slumped to the floor after the attack and stayed there. Walker smirked and made his way to the cell door again, slamming it shut and grinning as he heard the locking mechanism engage. Turning to face Von Krieg through the bars, he grinned smugly.

"And now I'm off to tell the Observants that I have you in custody – and once they get you, they're going to put you on ice for a long, long time." And with that, he turned, heading down the walk. However, Von Krieg's voice followed him with haunting lyrics.

"Fifteen men of 'em stiff and stark,

Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum,

Ten of the crew had the murder mark,

Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum..."

Walker could have gone back, could have blasted him through the bars of his cell, but it was more important to get the Observants here so they could deal with him. The sooner they had him, the sooner that Von Krieg would cease to be a thorn in his side for good.

However, it is because of this failure to enforce his own 'rules' that the ghostly warden never knew about the glowing green Skeleton Key that was being twirled from one finger to the next while Captain Von Krieg sang.

==X==X==X==

Young Blood had been found, injured, but at least able to function. He'd been hit pretty good in the initial attack – he'd been up at the Governor's Mansion, talking to Blitz, when it had all started. The guards had seen more sense in knocking him out and leaving him on the island as it plummeted than taking him as a prisoner. To them, older than he used to be or not, he was still just some kid. Walker hadn't mentioned him, so they had left him to whatever fate was in store for the island. The same had essentially been done to Ember, though she had been able to stand and fight until the bitter end.

Quite a large number of ghosts had been left behind, though it was still just barely enough to crew a vessel. Barely enough was, however, still enough – and at Young Blood's direction they were already preparing the only remaining vessel to make sail. The nice thing about ghost ships was that they didn't take anywhere near the preparation that regular sailing vessels took. There wasn't even any black powder to fret over since the vessel's weapons all fired ecto-beams of one kind or another. The remaining vessel was one that had Young Blood nervous, however.

The ship was certainly not his, and it also didn't have the childish look to it that his did. Young Blood's ship was bulky and rounded with an armament that would make any real pirate laugh. Three guns for a broadside, and no stern or bow chasers to speak of... plus his 'skeleton crew' was like something out of a comedy; literally falling apart. They were ghosts of course, so that didn't mean much, but still... they were far from professional. Even so, they were all that he had ever commanded. The crewmen that were left behind to work this vessel were professionals and looked the part. They stepped lively and went about their tasks with proficiency – though that could also be explained by the vessel.

Every pirate knew whose ship they were now crewing. It was the HMS Immortal – the flagship of none other than the Pirate King himself. The crewmen were determined not to mar her name, and Young Blood was nervous about commanding her. He knew it was their only real shot at mounting a full rescue attempt, but still... this was the ship of a real pirate. He... he was just some kid that liked to play pretend. Sure, yeah, he called himself a pirate most of the time now, even had others refer to him as Captain Young Blood whenever he had the chance.

Something soon dragged his attention away from his worries, however. Up through the floorboards, next to the helm, Danielle rose and then came to stand on them.

"Hey, look what I found!" She said happily as she gave a spin. Young Blood was looking alright, too – she wasn't wearing the jumpsuit anymore. Somehow she'd found an outfit similar to Ember's, though it was black and white, and instead of pants, it had a skirt that went down to her knees. The hat was also smaller. "What do you think?"

"I... uh..." Young Blood blushed as he looked at her. "...wow... where'd you find that?"

Dani beamed happily, "I found it down in the Captain's Cabin." She said, then tilted her head in thought. "There were a few outfits like this, and a few around the same size, but for a boy instead."

"Really?" Young Blood asked, his mind locking onto the subject for a moment, "I wonder why he had those. I mean... the boy's clothes maybe... he was sixteen when he became a captain... but I can't think of why he'd have the girl's clothes."

Dani looked at Young Blood curiously. "Did he have any kids?"

"I don't know..." Young Blood shrugged, "If he did, he never mentioned them. The only person he ever mentioned who was that close to him was his wife."

Dani smiled. "Is that who the portrait is of?"

"Yup!" Young Blood smiled, then chuckled. "She kinda makes me think of my mom when I look at her. Always smiling." He looked away then, out over the ship as the crew continued getting it ready. While most of the fleet had been in and out of the port quite a lot, the Immortal had been nearly in moth-balls. The anxiety of his first real command began to come back quickly, and he slipped his hat off, running his fingers through his hair.

Danielle stepped over to him, close to his side, gently putting a hand on his shoulder. "You're nervous, huh?"

Young Blood nodded a bit, "Yeah... I am..." He looked to her, "Until now it's all just been fun and games, y'know? Nobody was really depending on me to get things right."

Danielle smiled. "I'm sure you'll do fine. After all, we're all working together this time. What could possibly stand up to all of us?"

"That's exactly what I'm afraid of." Young Blood said as he moved over to the railing, leaning on it as he looked over toward the Specter Speeder where Danny, Sam, and Tucker were with Ember. They had figured that chanting Ember's name would help her a bit – and while it had at least helped her healing factor patch up her wounds – and even her clothing to some extent – it hadn't juiced her up like they'd hoped. Then again, Klemper had followed her around for who knew how long after her first fight with Danny, saying her name, and that hadn't helped much either.

Dani stepped over to the railing as well, looking out at the other four. "You're worried about Ember?"

"Of course I am." Young Blood answered instantly, then shut his mouth quickly and sighed. "She's... kinda like the big sister I never had. We get along pretty well, too. I mean... she kinda deserted me the first time, but... I can understand that. We were losing and she could tell. Why stick around?" He shrugged, "No big deal. This time I know she won't be deserting us – Captain Von Krieg... he's treated us both pretty well. Taught us a lot."

Danielle smiled. "She's like your sister, and he's like your dad?"

Young Blood nodded. "Something like that. Dad... or Favorite Uncle, maybe."

The femme halfa nodded. "Think there's anything we can do to help Ember recharge?"

"I don't know. I mean, it's not like the two of us chanting is going to do much more than the three of them alone..." He paused, then facepalmed and looked toward the crew, running over to the railing in front of the helm. "Stand-to, ya bloody bilge rats! Heave over to port, you've got a job to do!" At once, the crewmen did as ordered, lining the railing, curiously looking toward their acting captain. "Oi, I'm not the one ye should be gawkin' at! Ember needs to recharge, and quick – you know what to do!"

The crewmen quickly got the idea, but Young Blood lead them. First the chanting was low, but it built quickly, until every crew member, and Danielle, was chanting the name of the Ghostly Queen of Rock & Roll. At first it did almost nothing, but when it grew to that powerful intensity her hair flared up high, and she stood as if she was light as a feather. Her wounds all were healed, and even her clothing was repaired back to new, courtesy of the power that built inside her. As if she couldn't believe it, she looked at her arms and along her body, then over to the crew lining the rail – and she couldn't help but smile.

Picking her guitar up from where it leaned against the Specter Speeder, she grinned and slid it on, then watched in astonishment as the colors changed. Disbelief in her eyes, the purple turned to a flaming red, and the aqua changed to a golden yellow color. She stared at it for a moment, unsure of how it was possible for such a thing to happen – but there it was in her hands.

"Something wrong, Ember?" Danny asked as he saw her reaction to the change.

"I..." Ember paused for a moment, shrugging slightly, "I don't think so... it's just..."

"Just what?" Sam and Tucker chorused curiously.

"These are the colors it had when I was alive..." Ember said as she let her hands trail along the surface. She closed her eyes, hugging the guitar close. After a moment she took a breath, and then flew up to the top of the Specter Speeder as the chanting slowly leveled off. Once she was up there, she let her fingers move along the strings into position, and then played something that everyone assembled recognized – be it from hearing her play the full song, or from various other sources.

Three long held guitar chords, and then that famous Black Sabbath Iron Man riff.

As soon as it was done, she looked at the crew lining the railing and shouted, punching her fist into the air as she did: "Let's go save our Captain!" And the crew went wild with cheers.

Meanwhile, Tucker grinned and looked to Danny and Sam. "M. Bersback."

The other two couldn't help but smirk a little.

Then Danny looked up to Ember with a smirk. "Hey, Rockstar..."

"Yeah, Dipstick?" She quirked a brow.

"You know, Jailbreak?"

At that the ghostly rocker grinned. "AC/DC huh? Maybe your not as bad as I though." And then she began to strum the song.

After all, it was so very appropriate at the moment.