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Lydia should have realized her mistake when the saw the bedroom window open upon her return to the Beckett Estate. She should have known the moment she didn't have to use her key to unlock the window from the outside. But she definitely knew she made a mistake when she saw her husband pacing around the room, clearly looking furious. Lydia's eye darted to the bed and she saw that the dress he'd taken from her closet was still lying on the bed in the same state as it had been that morning. Lydia stiffened and attempted to duck down and hide.

"Don't let me stop you from sneaking into your own house, my darling."

Lydia winced at the cold, harsh tone her husband was using and gulped. Why wasn't she more careful? Granted, she didn't have nearly as much experience with sneaking out as Alice, but she still should have been so much more careful. She bit her lip as she climbed through the window, taking her makeshift bandana off and setting it gently on the seat in the bay window. "Cutler, I-"

"I asked one thing of you, Lydia," he snapped. "One!" He stopped pacing and stood in front of her, his gaze full of a cold fury. "Imagine my surprise when I come home to hear that you weren't feeling well from one of the servants. I was, of course, concerned for you. After all, what self-respecting man wouldn't be concerned for his ill wife? Yet when I came here I found the door locked. Seems rather odd that you would lock the door if you were feeling ill. When I finally unlocked the door, well... I wasn't very pleased at all. My wife, who was supposedly resting, was nowhere in sight. It didn't even look like she'd touched her dress. Yet my wardrobe was open and some of my clothing was missing." He frowned and shook his head. "I'm not an idiot, Lydia. I can put two and two together. You disobeyed my orders and snuck out of the house. Do you have any idea how furious I am right now?"

"Your reaction's giving me a fairly good idea," Lydia snapped. She started pacing about the room, shaking her head. "But do you realize what's it's like to feel like you haven't the freedom to go anywhere or do anything? Especially after going through my ordeal two years ago." She shut the window and glared into the glass, not wanting to look at her husband. The back of her mind was telling her to make her experiences with Barbossa sound worse than it actually was. "I lost my freedom for two months. Two months, Cutler. I needed to get out, I needed to be able to see something other than the estate!"

"I am your husband," he growled. "And you are expected to listen to me. I would have taken you out somewhere if you had asked. I would have hosted a party for some reason or another for you to be able to socialize, but as I recalled years ago you were never one for large gatherings."

"And you would have invited everyone in Port Royal but my father," Lydia scoffed. She felt herself be violently turned around by the right arm. Lydia let out a whimper of pain at the sudden aggravation of that old injury.

"Do not presume to defy me again, Lydia," Cutler hissed. "Neither of us are fools; you know I'm a dangerous man to cross."

"And what will society say if something mysteriously happened to me?" Lydia snapped, now smirking. She felt her control slipping away. She was hardly thinking about the words that were coming out of her mouth. Perhaps her trip to her cove strengthened her a little too much. She found herself not caring about the consequences of her words and actions. "Who would be one of the first people to be blamed? Certainly not my father since you haven't allowed him to be anywhere near me. Who would be the only logical-" She then felt a sudden, sharp pain across her left cheek. She looked down at the ground for a second, trying to get what happened to register in her mind.

Cutler had just slapped her.

"I warned you not to defy me," he growled. Lydia took a breath and looked up at her husband. The action made her blood boil. Now she almost did want to defy him, just to see how far he would go. The rational part of her begged her to stop now while she was still somewhat unhurt, but her fury wasn't listening. Not in the slightest.

"Oh look," Lydia said, her voice cold. "Another reason for you to keep me confined here. We can't show my face to society and ruin your reputation of an honorable man, now can we?" Cutler's nostrils flared and he pulled her closer to him.

"Have mind for your health and tempt me no further," he hissed. "Or I may do something that the both of us will regret." Cutler let go of Lydia and stormed out of the room. A few seconds later, she could hear the sound of something fragile being smashed to the ground. Lydia took a deep breath and sat down on her bed. Was she angry? Definitely. But she was also scared of what her husband was capable of, afraid of whether or not she would take something too far and risk Elizabeth's life, craving the thrill of escaping from underneath Cutler's nose, missing her father and freedom immensely, and on top of all that, she was also worried about whether or not she was pregnant.

No wonder she'd stopped caring about her own health.

Lydia gently touched her stinging cheek with her hand and rubbed it gently. It was definitely going to leave a mark, meaning that she definitely wasn't going to be allowed out of the house, or even the bedroom, until it healed. She wondered just how stir-crazy she would get and feared what sort of actions she would commit when he finally lost her mind.

Later that night, when Cutler returned to their bedroom, he kissed as if he actually cared for her and murmured apologies that Lydia knew he didn't mean. Yet even with this knowledge, she still willing let him take her to bed. Such were the complexities of marriage, Lydia supposed.

Kitty sat in the bone cage with Will and some of Jack's crew. She wasn't surprised to see Gibbs amongst them, based on Elizabeth's recollections of the ordeal with Barbossa, but it still shocked for some reason. Also in the cage was a little man named Marty, the tongueless Cotton, a Chinese man, and a man with tattoos and dark skin. She looked up at the ropes keeping the cage suspended. If it snapped, they'd be plunged into the ravine below and almost certainly killed. "I don't understand," Will said. "Why would he do this to us? If Jack is the chief-"

"Aye. The Pelegostos have made Jack their chief. But he only remains chief as long as he acts like a chief," Gibbs explained.

"So he's as much prisoner as us?" Kitty asked. "Alice as well?"

"Worse, as it turns out. You see, the Pelegostos believe that Jack is a god in human form and that Alice is his queen. And they intend to do them the honor of releasing them from their fleshy prison," Gibbs explained. Cotton suddenly took Gibb's hand and bit down hard. Gibbs let out a yelp and took his hand back. "Alice gets roasted and eaten first. After, Jack has feasted on is goddess, they'll roast him and eat him next." Kitty gasped and looked up. She placed a hand over her heart and shook her head. Her sister was going to die if they didn't get out of here. They needed to escape. They needed to save Jack and Alice.

"Where's the rest of the crew?" Will asked.

"These cages we're in weren't built 'till after we got here," Gibbs explained. Kitty and Will both widened their eyes in disgust and let go of the cages. The echo of drums suddenly filled the canyon. Screams and yells filled the air as the Pelegostos celebrated. "The feast is about to begin. Jack's life Will end… when the drums stop. "

"Well, we can't just sit here and wait then, can we?" Will said.

"What are we going to do?" Kitty asked. "Swing the cages towards the cliff-faces?" All of the men in the cage turned to look at each other, apparently considering the plan. Kitty dropped her jaw. They weren't serious, were they? They weren't actually considering her offhanded idea. She didn't even think it would work.

"It's not a bad plan," Gibbs said. Will shrugged and charged at the side of the cage, trying to propel it forward.

"Come on!" Will said. Kitty and the rest of the men stood up and shifted their weight towards the front of the cage. They moved back and forth, their collective weights moving the spherical cage. The other cage full of pirates seemed to pick up on the idea and tried to copy it. Within at least half an hour, they had manage to be extremely close to getting to the cliff-face in front of them. They screamed as the bone cage was propelled forward, making Kitty's stomach almost fly into her throat. In one swing, they were a hair's breadth away from the vines. In the second, they merely caught some grass and fell backwards. In the last swing, both groups had managed to grab onto some of the vines.

"Put your legs through! Start the climb!" Gibbs shouted.

"Come on men!" Will shouted as they started to climb. "It'll take all of us to Crew the Black Pearl!"

"Actually, you wouldn't need everyone. About six would do," another pirate from the other cage said. Kitty widened her eyes and looked at each cage. Her cage had seven. The other had six. Only one group needed to get up the cliff to escape... and the group that didn't make it would definitely be left behind. "Oooh dear."

Will and Gibbs exchanged a very tense, panicked look. "Hurry!" Will shouted. Kitty work every muscle in her arms and legs to work as she helped frantically climb the cliff. Her eyes darted backwards after a few minutes of climbing and she saw a native walking across the rickety wooden bridge.

"Stop!" Kitty hissed in a whisper. "Stop! Pelegostos!" Will and the rest of her cage stopped. The other cage paused for a moment. The pirate leading the cage put a finger to his lips and then motioned for his cage to resume climbing. Kitty widened her eyes and shook her head. They were going to get them all killed if they kept going! She watched as they ascended, hate filling her gaze.

Suddenly, she heard one of them shout, "Snake!" The men all screamed and let go. Kitty couldn't watch as the cage plummeted down. She heard a snap and knew their rope had broken. They screamed until Kitty couldn't hear any other sound but that of breaking bone.

"Oh my god," she breathed out.

"Move!" Will shouted as the native began to run back to the rest of the tribe. Kitty grabbed the vines and helped frantically move the cage up the side of the cliff. They didn't have the luxury of time anymore; if they were caught and stopped they would certainly be killed. If they let go even for a second, they would also die. Kitty refused to die before finding her husband and watching her son grow up. She was going to work damn hard to live through this.

Alice sat silently next to Jack as the primitive, tribal drum beats filled the air. Some of the natives were painted to almost look like skeletons. Two more came up to Jack, giving him a necklace of human toes. Alice had to resist the urge to vomit at the sight. "Thank you," he said. He took a bite of the tip of a nail, chewed it and spat it back out. Alice arched an eyebrow at him, trying to convey her disgust without words. Jack merely shrugged and watch as the tribal festivities kept going on. A pyre was being built, flames already licking the palm wood. Alice tried to calm her breathing and appear as stoic as possible. That was her pyre... that was her deathbed. She felt more afraid than she ever had in her entire life. Being burned alive and eaten was the last way Alice wanted to die.

Jack suddenly got up, motioning wildly with his hands, "No! No no. Oi, no no! More wood. Big fire. Big fire! I am chief, want big fire! C'mon then. Oi!" Alice resisted smirking. She knew that he was stalling while he thought of an escape. He turned around and motioned for the guard behind the thrones to come forwards. "Maboogey snickle snickle. Toute suite. C'mon. More wood!" Jack smiled when he saw that he wasn't being watched. He grabbed Alice by the arm and ran off, dragging Alice along with him.

"This is your plan?" Alice hissed. "What about the crew? What about my sister?"

"If I know Will, he's already figured something out," Jack whispered back as they ran. "Come on!" They reached a rickety bridge that creaked with each of Alice and Jack's footsteps. They ran through an abandoned part of the village. Jack was nearly at the edge of a cliff when Alice pulled him back.

"Don't die, it's bad for your health," Alice said with a smirk. Jack rolled his eyes and looked around, formulating a plan in his head. He smiled when he saw the long pole of bamboo at his feet. He picked one up and smiled. When he saw Alice's, 'are-you-fucking-kidding-me-that's-really-your-plan" look, his smile faltered and he dropped the bamboo pole. He ran into one of the huts and saw numerous items that looked like they'd been stolen off merchant vessels and the like. Weapons, silver tea sets, and chests of clothing filled the tent. Alice picked up a rope and handed it to Jack, who smiled. He, on the other hand, decided to pick up a tin of paprika emblazoned with the East India Trading Company crest. The two stepped outside, ready for their escape.

Unfortunately, the Pelegostos were out there, waiting to recapture them.

"Oh bugger," was all Jack had to say when faced with the hundreds of natives. Alice shot him an annoyed look. Suddenly, he started to sprinkle himself with the paprika. "A little seasoning, eh?" He tipped some into Alice's blonde hair, staining it slightly red. He then sprinkled it into his armpits and threw the can away. Alice and the Pelegostos all stared at Jack in confusion as he sniffed his own armpits.

So Alice wasn't too confused as to why they were tied together on two poles of bamboo with the rope they tried to filch, being carried over to the fire to be eaten, less than half an hour later. Apparently the Pelegostos changed their mind as to when each of their deities got eaten. They had practically placed Alice's back into Jack's chest. She was able to feel his every breath against her. "Well done," Jack said as they stared into the fire. Alice felt her eyes water and burn as the smoke filled their eyes.

Now what were they going to do?