A/N: Okay so I had to split this chapter up into two so the next chapter will be the last chapter before the epilogue. Thanks again to my wonderful beta Gothamgirl28. You rock!

Mary wondered how many pirates Branson had in his crew as she listened to the shouts and the clashing of metal.

She tried not to think about her father in the midst of the fighting, let alone her baby sister. Taking a deep breath she tried to relax; to stop her hands from shaking, but she was terrified. Terrified that her family might not come out of the cave alive.

Her body tensed for a moment as she felt Matthew's hand brush against hers but as his hand slipped into hers she could finally feel herself calming down. She even almost smiled when he squeezed her hand and she looked up at him. Opening her mouth to tell him how she regretted how things had gone south for them all those months ago, she stopped when she heard a very familiar voice scream.

Her voice choked up as she whispered, "Sybil."

Sybil screamed as she hit the ground. Closing her eyes for a moment, she took a deep breath before trying to get up. "Tom we need to get up," she said breathlessly, knowing that at any moment someone could attack them.

Tom hissed as he tried to roll off of her when she felt something warm and sticky against her sleeve. Turning her head, she saw blood, his blood on her sleeve.

He rolled onto his back and yelped as he tried to move his shoulder. "Bloody hell!"

The moment she saw the blood seeping out of her husband's shoulder the world seemed to fade away. Before she even registered what she was doing, she was ripping off the left sleeve of her dress and tearing it into bandages.

Pressing her make-shift bandage onto his shoulder, he cursed loudly.

Sybil felt the tears starting to swell in her eyes as she said, "I know it hurts darling, but I have to stop the bleeding."

He nodded but his eyes were still shut tight. Sybil's heart was pounding in her chest as she tried to figure out what to do next when she heard a voice shout, "SYBIL!"

Robert was frozen as he watched the pirate use himself as a human shield to protect his daughter. He didn't understand why the pirate would protect Sybil but he tells himself it's because he is here. That Branson knows if anything happens to Sybil he'll be dead before he can even make it to courts.

Rushing forward, he could see the pirate captain from the Soap readying her pistol again.

O'Brien cursed at her miss. Watching as Branson laid down on the ground and his little wife kneeled over him, she decided that shooting Sybil in the back and watching each other die would suit her fancy as well.

Before O'Brien even has time to react, Robert's knocked her to the ground.

Her pistol flew out of her hand and O'Brien cursed. Reaching out her hand, she pulled his leg out from under him. "You can't stop me. That little bitch is going down!" she snarled as she reached over for her pistol. Her fingers were only inches away.

Suddenly it struck him who the real target was. Adrenaline pumping through his veins, he sat up and shot O'Brien right through the back as she started to get up.

Moving over her, he shot her once more, this time through the heart.

His face was getting paler as Sybil growled out, "I swear to god Tom if you die from a shoulder wound, I'll never forgive you!"

Tom chuckled, "Does that mean my ghost arse will be sleeping on the floor?"

She could feel the tears falling from her eyes. "This isn't funny Tom," she whispered, pressing another bandage over his shoulder.

Tom nodded. He knew that this was no time to joke but he didn't want to let on how worried he was himself. Reaching up to wipe the tears off her cheek, he smiled softly. "I love you Sybil. I'll not be leaving you without a fight."

Sybil smiled but she couldn't stop worrying. "How are you feeling, really?"

Tom licked his lips, pausing before he admitted, "Light-headed."

"I can't- I can't seem to stop the bleeding," Sybil admitted as she wiped away more tears.

Tom nodded, "Go get Kieran. Maybe he can get me out of here."

Sybil shook her head. "No! I have to keep the pressure on your wound or you'll bleed to death!"

Robert finally reached Sybil's side and knelt next to her. He frowned at Sybil's words wondering why she was trying so hard to save him. The pirate had been hit. She was free now so why was she still by his side?

"Sybil?"

Her head jerked towards him with obvious surprise and he felt his stomach knots as the tears fell from her face. "Papa!"

He nodded, but before he could say anything else she started talking again.

Looking her father straight in the eye, she whispered, "Papa, do you love me?"

"Of course," he replied immediately. Somehow, he got the feeling that whatever words she would say next he wouldn't like.

Biting her lip, she looked over at her Tom again and took a deep breath. "Then save him."

"Sybil I-" He couldn't bear to look at her. He looked down, his lips already forming the word when he saw it – the golden band on her ring finger.

"I love him." Her father's head jerked up and he was staring at her in shock. "I love him with all my heart Papa. Please, please save him."

In a thousand years, Admiral Robert Crawley never would have guessed what his daughter had just told him. Words failed him and he tried to understand what she had said.

Tom squeezed Sybil's hand lightly. He knew that the likelihood of the Admiral giving him medical attention was slim. "Sybil… Go get Kieran. He knows a little bit about medicine."

"But…" Sybil said, looking between her father and her husband. Watching as her husband's breath became more labored, she turned to her father once more. He needed a doctor, not some man who knew a bit about medicine. Her eyes were pleading for him to save Tom. "Please."

And this time Robert found himself nodding his head yes.