(Long time no see! I began writing this one-shot on my flights while on a recent vacation. I'm barely starting to feel the creative energy come back to me so I'll hopefully upload more soon!)

Fitzwilliam sat in the empty dark cell all alone. Everything was silent except for the occasional water droplets echoing from afar. Although he had his jacket on, the air was still cold enough to prick through his skin. Where am I? Where's Jack?

The last thing he remembered was he and Jack being captured off the Barnacle at port while the rest of the crew was away. They were blindfolded, tossed aboard a mysterious ship, and paraded unceremoniously through an unknown town before being thrown into the dank cell. Fitzwilliam rubbed the bump on his head as he sighed. He presumed he hit his head hard when he was thrown into the cell, explaining why he'd seemingly blacked out. However when he woke up, Jack was nowhere to be seen. Although he never got along with him, he feared what they would do to Jack. Would they hurt him, or worse...kill him? The last is what he feared the most.

All of a sudden, the sound of footsteps came towards the cell. Fitzwilliam stood up, ready to either fight or come to aid. The knob of the door turned to the sound of jangling keys and the door opened revealing two large gruff men who seemed to be pirates. The aristocrat's hands tightly balled up into fists and he gritted his teeth.

"Where is he?!" Fitzwilliam demanded. "What did you do to him?!"

Suddenly one of the men lunged forward and grabbed him by the arm, yanking him out of the cell. The other man grabbed the other arm and the two pirates dragged Fitzwilliam down the barely lit halls. After several turns and a couple flights of stairs, he was brought to a wooden door which promptly opened. Fitzwilliam was shoved through the door and was greeted by a couple new pirates...and Jack.

Jack hung from the ceiling with his arms spread over his head by ropes, and below he was standing on a stack of books. By the bruises on his face barely hidden by the blindfold and gag tied around his head, he appeared to have already taken a bit of a beating.

Fitzwilliam gasped and attempted to leap forward, being held back by the two pirates that escorted him out of his cell. One of the new pirates approached Fitzwilliam menacingly.

"A pretty boy like ye shouldn't be here," the pirate growled as he inched toward Fitzwilliam's face. "But since ye were with Sparrow, we had to take ye too so ye didn't squeal to yer little friends. But perhaps ye might know about what we're looking for since that brat won't speak up."

"What do you mean?" Fitzwilliam asked, swallowing a large lump in his throat. He had the urge to look away, but he straightened his back and stared at the frightening pirate in the eye.

"Where. Is. The. RING?!" the pirate interrogated.

"W-what ring?" Fitzwilliam stammered.

"THE RING! TELL ME WHERE IT FUCKING IS!" the pirate shouted, spitting in the boy's face.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Fitzwilliam hissed, recoiling in disgust.

"DAMN IT!" The pirate angrily turned to Jack and kicked the books from under him, dropping him down and causing him to whine in pain through the gag. The spines of the ropes dug into his wrists as he hung, trying to support himself with the tips of his boots barely touching the ground.

"STOP!" Fitzwilliam quickly found himself with the sharp edge of a blade at his neck, wielded by one of the men restraining him. He strained his neck away from the weapon. The pirate closest to Jack pulled the gag out of his mouth. Jack gasped for air, and then licked his dry and cracked lips wet again.

"Fitzy, is that you?" Jack croaked. The blindfold hindered him from seeing what or who was in front of him.

The interrogating pirate loomed over Jack. "WHERE THE FUCK IS THE RING?!"

"I told you I thought it was on my finger," Jack replied.

"Well, it wasn't the right one! Stop playing games and tell me where the bloody ring is or you'll feel pain like ye never felt before!" the pirate threatened.

"I DON'T KNOW!"

The pirate grinned evilly. He slowly backed towards Fitzwilliam. "If ye don't tell me where it is, I'll hurt Fitzy instead."

"No!" Jack cried. He paused for a second. "Only I call him that," he said in a serious tone."

Fitzwilliam rolled his eyes.

"But seriously, I don't want to drag him into this. You can hurt me all you want, mate, just don't lay a hand on him," Jack pleaded.

"I'll gladly do," the pirate responded. He then punched Fitzwilliam across the face, knocking out the aristocrat limply into the arms of his captors.

"HEY!" Jack shrieked. "I told you not to hurt him!"

Fitzwilliam came to a few seconds later, dazed and confused.

"Whoops," the pirate smiled. He then turned back to the pirate near Jack. "Clipper, strip 'm down, but not all the way."

Clipper began to strip him down. He unbuckled the belt off, and used a knife to rip off the rest of his clothes with the exception of his shirt, pants, and boots.

The pirate walked away for a minute and returned with a pair of tongs holding a hunk of fiery, red, hot metal and slowly advanced on Jack.

Fitzwilliam's eyes widened. "No..." he whispered.

When he felt the heat of the sizzling burning metal come closer, Jack held his breath to keep himself from hyperventilating and showing fear. There was nothing he could do since he was restrained. Clipper lifted up the front of Jack's shirt and the glowing metal came closer and closer and then...

He screamed.

Fitzwilliam sat in the dark cell alone once again. The silence was interrupted with the sounds of dripping water and his own breaths. The vision in his swollen left eye was blurry from the blunt force of the punch. He worried as Jack's fate was shrouded in mystery again. The door suddenly flew open and with no time for Fitzwilliam to react, Jack was violently tossed into the cell, landing on the hard stone floor. The door slammed shut and locked before everything went quiet.

Fitzwilliam hesitated, taking in the sight of the battered frail boy laying limply in front of him. He was still blindfolded, but Fitzwilliam could see up close how bruised and bloodied his face was, and parts of his once-white shirt was coated in dirt and blood as well.

Fitzwilliam then jumped into action, quickly shuffling to Jack's side. He carefully turned his broken body over onto his back and made sure he was still breathing. He then took off his fine blue coat that he usually treated so delicately and lifted Jack's head, sliding the coat under his head and shoulders for support. Jack moaned in pain from the movement, confirming he was conscious.

Fitzwilliam then pulled the blindfold and bandana from his head and Jack's eyes slowly opened, squinting as he adjusted to the very little light illuminating the dark cell. "Hello?" Jack said weakly.

"Jesus, Jack!" Fitzwilliam sighed. "What's going on? Why didn't you just tell them where the ring is?"

"I told you, I don't know!" Jack said exasperated.

"You must know if they keep interrogating us about it!"

Jack sighed as he sat up, flinching from the pain of one of his broken ribs. "Look, I took an important ring from someone...important," Jack told him in a low voice, "but it turned out to not be the right ring. These blasted pirates think I have the important ring but truthfully, I don't have it and I don't know where it is. Savvy? The person I stole it from probably told them I have it."

"So they're torturing you for a ring you barely even know about," Fitzwilliam said flatly.

"Pretty much," Jack said as he laid back down. The cell filled with silence once again.