Hello there, anything you see and recognize isn't mine, but Robin Vadast, Eric Thompson, Jacob Wayland and a couple other characters are mine.

«Chapter Eleven»

Ray stood at the railing at the side of the ship looking through his scope attempting to find Robin or just something that might suggest she was still on Anna Marie. He was already starting to lose his hope in getting Robin back, because he'd not seen any sign of her since Garrett had given him the job of watching Anna Marie.

"Any luck?" Garrett asked coming to Ray's side, making Ray jump in surprise, but Garrett paid no attention to him.

"No," Ray muttered rolling his eyes. "Why don't you just give up! We're never going to get her back! She's lost to the pirates, she's not coming back, she made that quite clear."

Garrett gave him a hard glare. "She will come back," he growled. To Ray, it sounded almost like Garrett wanted to believe she was coming back, but in his heart Garrett knew that she wasn't coming back.

Ray shook his head. "She's not coming back, why can't you just let yourself believe that?" he asked.

"Because she's my daughter," Garrett said offensively. "You don't know what it feels like to lose anyone. I've lost Anne and now Robin."

Ray looked away from Garrett. "But I do know what it feels like to lose someone," he murmured softly. He sighed, he knew that Garrett wouldn't understand. He'd lost Robin, and she had meant everything to him. Knowing she was with Eric didn't make him feel any better, but he knew that Eric would take care of her. "Just give up, pull the men off of this ridiculous voyage," he said turning back to Garrett.

Ray thought for a moment that Garrett was going to hurt him, or push him off the edge of the ship, or something. But Garrett sighed instead. "Turn the ship around!" he yelled. Several of the men turned toward him and looked at him worriedly, but they quickly did as they were ordered, with Jacob Ty at the helm turning the ship back toward Port Jelica.

For a moment, Ray thought that Garrett would try to pull them off the voyage and attempt to hide the ship, and when Anna Marie came back around capture them, but Garrett didn't say anything else. He stood there, his dark blue eyes filled with sorrow, and his lips pursed holding a straight face, even though Ray knew that if he weren't able to hold the face, he would have a frown across it.

"Thank you," Garrett said in a very stiff voice as he headed back toward his cabin. Ray watched him go, he wasn't sure if Garrett was mad, or if he was upset. He didn't necessarily want to find out either, but he didn't want the admiral mad at him, because somehow he would find a way to punish him, or at least make up for what he lost.

Nicholas Deemings stood at the helm of The Rolling Tide, holding his men at ease, making sure they didn't try to do anything stupid, because his men tended to do that a lot. Anna Marie was coming up on starboard and he had had several experiences with the ship, most of them bad, and that led his crew to believe that Anna Marie was a corrupt ship, and they wouldn't last a moment.

Nicholas had not seen Jacob Wayland since his father's death, and he hoped that he hadn't took a turn for the worse like Michael James had. But then again, he thought, he would have been firing cannonballs at us already. Anna Marie was within a reasonable length that they could easily board the ship from either side and make it over safely.

"Nicholas." It was Jacob, and by the looks of it, he hadn't changed much.

Nicholas dipped his head as the younger captain boarded The Rolling Tide. He walked down the stairs to the stairs that were the closest to his cabin. "It's good to see you again Jacob," he said.

"You too," Jacob said. "Now I suppose you and your crew are wondering why I am here…?" he inquired curiously as he raised one of his eyebrows.

"Yes, we are. Can you tell us why…? Or is this one of you little visits and you can't explain why you're here because it's a secret?" Nicholas asked.

"Actually…" Jacob trailed off. "I can tell you," he said. "Conner! Get Eric for me!" he yelled over his shoulder to his first mate. The first mate nodded and yelled for Eric. A couple moments later a boy, who was maybe eighteen came onto the main deck followed by a girl, but Conner told her something and she disappeared back downstairs.

"Yes?" Eric asked Jacob as he came toward Jacob and Nicholas.

"Now we can speak alone in your cabin," Jacob said ignoring Eric.

"Of course," Nicholas said dipping his head as he turned go to his cabin door. He allowed the younger two to go into the cabin before closing the door behind them. "Now?" he asked.

"This young lad here," Jacob said looking at Eric, "I assume is the son of Dustin Thompson and Elizabeth Thompson," he went on. "You remember those two, do you not?" he asked. Nicholas nodded. "Do you remember what their family lines were?" he asked. Nicholas nodded again, his face darkening. "Mind telling him?"

Nicholas hesitated in nodding again, but after a couple moments he nodded. "Your father, of course you already knew this is Dustin Thompson, his father, William Turner the fourth, his father, William Turner the third, his father, William Turner the second, and before him, William Turner. Do you know who they are?" he asked looking at Eric. Eric nodded his head, his shoulders sagging as he let the information sink in. "Do you know what they did?"

"They were pirates," Eric muttered. He closed his eyes and Nicholas could tell for a moment that Eric wasn't impressed by his bloodline. "I hate pirates, but I have pirate blood in me, oh great, this makes a lot of sense," he muttered.

Nicholas turned his attention back to Jacob. "That's not the real reason you came here is it?" he asked. Jacob shook his head. "Then what is?" he asked in curiosity.

"Do you remember the medallion that my father used to carry on his person at all times?" Jacob asked. Nicholas almost shook his head then nodded his head slowly. "When he died, it was lost, and it was a family treasure, meaning technically that medallion is mine, and I'm going to retrieve it. The only problem is, convincing Michael of letting us through and not blowing us to pieces. And I believe you can do that."

Nicholas raised an eyebrow. "And if I can't?" he asked.

"Then I blast your ship to pieces," Jacob said shrugging his shoulders. "It's a really simple choice really."

Nicholas shook his head. "You make things so difficult, Jacob," he murmured. "I'm not sure I can risk meeting with him again, he's gotten violent in these past few months."

"It's worth a try," Jacob said looking at Eric who was sitting in the chair by Nicholas's desk with his head buried in his hands. "Do it for him," he murmured as he looked back at Nicholas. "He deserves it, he doesn't know what to do now."

Nicholas sighed. "I'll try," he said, "for the boy's sake."

"Good," Jacob said. "Come, Eric," he said waving his hand toward the door.

Eric stood up and followed Jacob out of the door. "So, are we going to River Nida or is he going to River Nida?"

"All three of us are going to River Nida," Jacob said.

"Don't forget Robin," Eric added, "She'll want to come, I'm surprised she didn't run Conner over to come over here," he murmured.

Jacob didn't seem happy with the idea of Robin coming, but he didn't make any arguments.

Both of the men from Anna Marie's crew headed back across to Anna Marie, leaving Nicholas to himself. "Robert," Nicholas said turning to the young boy. "We're hunting Michael James down. Set sail."

For the next chapter, I'm going to try to get a little bit of Michael's point of view in there... not sure if I will, because I don't really like him. But I hope you liked what I wrote. Don't forget to review.

And I'm thinking about Eric having dreams about the past (like about his bloodline) but I'm not sure, I will have to discuss this with Lily. Have a good day/afternoon/night whatever time it happens to be!