Ayama sat up, looking around. Jack was sleeping, snoring rather loud, which woke her up. She yawned, licking her lips then felt a sharp pain on her tongue. She flinched, gasping. She licked her lips again, then her teeth, she froze in her place, then she gulped hard. Rising from the bed, she pulled on a shirt, going to the mirror. She stood in front of the mirror then nearly fainted. She was pale, almost marble white skin. She could see the veins in her face, her eyes were black. She blinked making a crooked smile then covered her mouth to hide her whimper. She turned seeing Jack moving around, so she stood still, covering her mouth. She looked at the window, it was early morning and they were in port.

"Tortuga…"

She sighed, tiredly pulling her clothes on quietly. She pulled her hair into a braid on the side, noticing how long is has been growing quickly. She grimaced at the taste of rum in her mouth. She looked around then she sighed, not finding anything to drink other than rum. She wanted to drink something, she felt a little tired from not drinking anything but rum lately. She pulled on her boots then wrote a note for Jack using the parchment and quill on the table beside the piles of maps and random notes.

-Jack please do not come looking for me. I need to do this.-

She kissed the paper, leaving it on the table beside his bottle of rum, then she pulled on a cloak from the random pile of clothes Jack had. She pulled it over her head then quietly left the cabin, peering out onto the docks to see if the crew were still on the ship. She sighed, then turned to leave, but bumped into Cotton. He just stood there, letting his bird talk.

"Sorry Mister Cotton. I'm going to the market…"

The bird squawked insanely loud.

"Dead men tell no tales!!"

She bowed her head grimacing at the irony of her situation. Cotton shrugged, walking back to the stairs to the decks to load up more. She walked down the ramp, looking around, not recognizing this place. She looked down the streets then saw Will and a few of the crew members who didn't drink walking down towards her with large barrels and crates. She panicked slightly then jumped behind a group of pirates who were drunk. She walked behind them so she wouldn't be noticed. Little did she know, William had spotted her so he pretended to not notice, then he watched her disappear into the darkness. He put down his crate then silently crept around till he caught up with her. He kept his distance, watching what she was doing. She walked up to a foreigner, who nodded and pointed to the doors to the inn they were in front of. Ayama seemed hesitant, but entered. William walked up to the inn as if he was just looking around, the foreigner just stood there looking straight not noticing his look of curiosity. He walked into the inn, looking around, seeing Ayama being led upstairs by another person. He recognized her. She was on The Red Sun when they invaded it to get Ayama back. He knew trouble was coming, so he decided to find Jack. He turned, leaving the inn, but suddenly felt his head being hit and then fell over into the darkness.

Jack yawned, smacking his lips, feeling the breeze of the ocean on his face that came through the window. It was already noon, so he decided to get dressed and find Ayama as she seemed to be out already. He got dressed rather quickly, pulling on his coat as he walked to the table to grab his rum, but he stopped, looking at the note. He looked at the window not moving his body or face then he grabbed his hat putting it on and then took off towards the town. He noticed Gibbs and the rest of the crew loading up. He spotted Elizabeth who was helping load up.

"Lizzie! Have you seen William?"

"He was walking into town a few moments ago, why?"

"She left…"

Elizabeth nearly dropped the crate she was carrying, but Jack grabbed it, putting it down.

"I need you to look in the bars and inns on the west side of town, I'll look everywhere else."

She nodded, then put her hat back on, looking back at the crew who were too busy.

"Boys, I'll be back in a tad while, so take a break."

He knew his voice cracked knowing exactly what Ayama was up to, but he couldn't let it happen. He pulled out his compass, fearing the worst.

"I know what I want, I know what I want."

He had gotten used to saying that as his compass spun in circles a lot. He opened it, his lip twitching.

"They left."

"What about Will?"

Jack handed her the compass, and she bit her bottom lip staring at the arrow, which pointed the same direction.

"What are we going to do? I can't lose him again Jack…"

"No worries love, I know exactly what you mean. We'll get your dearly beloved back."

"What about Ayama? We can't just leave her with that monster."

"Elizabeth. You shouldn't worry about her this has nothing to do with you. I will take those matters unto myself. You worry about your dear William."

"Jack Sparrow. She is my FRIEND. I will not stand by and watch this happen to her."

"I know, but I have every right to do this myself. It's…It's my fault this happened."

"What do you mean?"

Jack was hesitant, but he just went silent walking back to the ship. Elizabeth knew he wasn't in a good mood, so she huffed, picking up a crate and helped load up.

"Get ready to set sail…We're going after The Red Sun for the last time."

Ayama sat at the window, staring at the ocean waters, tears stinging her eyes. She looked at her hands that were covered in blood, her own blood. Lucien had just raped her of her spirit and pride, feeding himself with her life source. She sobbed quietly then heard a knock on the door. She flinched, staying still then relaxed knowing it was Lucy.

"Are you alright Ayama?"

Ayama nodded no slightly then looked at Lucy who pitied her. She looked back outside, staring at the waters and their small waves. She heard shouts from the crewmen who kept the ship moving.

"He didn't do it as bad as he would have if you didn't come to him. It's not all that bad."

Ayama turned, glaring.

"You honestly think I want this curse?! You think I want to live off humans? This is disgusting! I can't even look at myself anymore!"

She huffed, sitting on the bed that was her prison. She was obviously chained to the bed by her ankle she could only reach the window and the bed. Lucy sat beside her, putting a hand on her arm.

"I know what you mean…But after this happens, you'll never be able to escape."

"I'm not weak willed like some."

She scoffed, turning her head the other way.

"Leave me be."

Lucy sighed then spoke again, but Ayama screamed at her to get out. Lucy obeyed, leaving with tears brimming her eyes. Ayama sat there, anger surging through her. She hated her decision.

"I'd rather be locked in the brig than this fucking room."

She pouted then sat up hearing someone coming down the hall. She froze, hearing them stop just outside the door. The door slid open, then she held her breathe, wondering what this freak wanted now.

"You are adapting quite well."

"Go to hell."

"Already have."

Ayama ignored him, staring at the ground.

"Such a pretty face shouldn't hold such devious and hateful expressions."

She ignored him again, closing her eyes, shutting him out from existence.

"You should really be more respectful of your superiors. I can take your life you know."

"You don't scare me you bloody fucking pig. You already took my life away from me. What more can you take? You've ruined my life you've fucked it all up for me. You murdered me then day you came in my mother."

He chuckled slightly, sitting on the bed beside her. She flinched as he grazed her cheek with his nails. She winced at his dark stare, knowing what he wanted.

"Don't you fucking touch me!!"

He smirked, grabbing her arms, pinning her down on the bed. She struggled, biting his arm. He grunted, smirking.

"I like rough."

Ayama felt a weird feeling through out her right when she tasted his blood, she bit harder the blood spilling into her mouth, and she suddenly found herself unable to stop. He sat there, letting her drink his blood. He closed his eyes, his breathing becoming ragged. Soon enough, Ayama pulled back, regretting what she did. She needed more. She felt as if she didn't get more her head would explode. She spit out the blood, trying to gag herself to puke it back up, but was unable to. She tried and tried, but it was already soaked into her system. Lucien sat there, watching his wound heal at an abnormal speed then he shook his head staring at her.

"You are quite the biter. That one took a while to heal."

She spit in his face, hissing at him, he only chuckled. He sat there for a moment then he grabbed the chain on her ankle, taking it off. She flinched at his touch, staring at him wide eyed.

"I'll let you free to roam this ship, but you can't be far from me for too long as you have my blood in you. You will start to get sick if you leave for long, and you will eventually die of withdrawal."

"Whatever."

She glared at him, he simply lye back on the bed and she took off to find a bath. Just before she exited the room, Lucien held his hand up, making her turn around.

"If Sparrow comes for you, I'll kill him, and you will help me."

She gulped, breaking free of his grip, kicking the door, letting the wood splinter all over the floor. She looked around the ship for a while, seeing different rooms, more than usual, it was like a mansion on water. A lot of gold and red things caught her eye. She walked into the large bathroom, seeing how beautiful it was, but she ignored it, going right for the water. She was about to pull her clothes off, but she picked up yelling.

"Help me somebody!"

She blinked, recognizing the person's voice.

"William?"

She listened harder then wondered where he was.

"The brig!"

She thought about going down there, but she would probably get groped all over by Lucien for punishment, but he did say she was free to roam. She forgot about the bath totally, but when she looked at herself in the mirror she gagged. She was covered in dried blood, her own and Lucien's.

"Gross!!!"

She pulled the kimono off, jumping into the water, scrubbing her body and cleaning herself off like crazy. She dried off quickly, wondering where her normal clothes were. She wasn't able to put a kimono on herself, so she just wrapped herself up in a black kimono layer, peeking out of the door. She spotted Lucy walking down the hall.

"Lucy!"

Lucy turned then smiled a bit, walking over.

"I need help with a kimono."

Lucy smiled then grabbed her one from a chair. It was red and blue, with black flowers and birds down the sides. The inner layers were simple reds and greens. She finished up then left her hair down to dry, while Lucy did her face up.

"Not so much on the make-up...I'll go bare thanks…"

Lucy shrugged then left her alone. She listened to hear William still yelling, she had the craziest urge to see him. Disobeyed or not, she sauntered around to the lower decks, finding the brig easily. She opened the door, seeing William chained to the wall, his arms weak and his face pale.

"Will! Are you alright?"

She raced to the bars, kneeling down he looked at her, and smiled lightly.

"I can honestly say I'm glad to see you."

"Same goes…Are you okay? You look like you were hit over the head."

"I was then I woke up here. Why did you go to him?"

He asked, while she grabbed the keys off the hook near the door, then came into the cell, helping him down to sit on the bench. They hugged then Ayama sighed.

"You saw?"

"Yes, why did you leave?"

"He said he would kill you all if I didn't…"

"Well, I am still here."

"True…but what will happen? I don't know what his intentions are."

They spoke for hours, talking about what they could do to escape, then they came up with the half brilliant idea to have Ayama give into Lucien's demands in order to get him to believe she actually gave up on the pirates.

Little did anyone know, Jack Sparrow had become crazy with the feeling of revenge, wanting to have nothing to do with the world until he got Ayama back in his arms. He was determined, and so was Elizabeth. He even stopped drinking rum and went to water to keep him self sane enough to plot out the plan. Elizabeth hadn't slept, she was always so worried. Jack had purposely made her drunk so she would pass out for sleep a few times. Days turned into weeks, and sooner than expected, they had reached their destination.

"Jack, we're coming up on The Red Sun."