It took longer than expected for the Widow's Reprieve to reach the Caribbean, and longer still to reach a safe port to stop in. They had gotten caught up in a dispute between Chevalle and a few stray ships from Portugal. Sasha had crossed their paths at an unfortunate time and suffered some minor damage to her ship, but with the help of Chevalle and his fleet, were able to defeat the Portuguese ships. They stopped in southern Morocco to repair the ship and finally made it across the Atlantic. She had missed the familiar waters of the Caribbean and was glad to be back after half a year.
The crew were glad to disembark upon arrival in Cockburn Town and Sasha figured a little respite was deserved. While they resupplied, Sasha would ask around for any juicy leads as she missed the thrill of hunting a rare treasure. She held the door for a few of her men as they entered a local pub and she ordered a round for the whole room.
"Go pay the lovely barmaid." Sasha plopped a pouch of coins into Leiths hand and waved him away, settling herself into a corner table. The real intel wouldn't be readily available until the ale started flowing so she started the night off with a bribe, unbeknownst to the other patrons. Allard wandered in after the first round and sat beside her.
"No news from the docks. Any luck here?" He waved over a server and ordered a drink of his own.
"Give it time, they're barely buzzed. Something will come right to us, I just know it." Sasha leaned back and crossed her arms, looking the room over now that everyone had started drinking more. The two chit chatted and indulged the occasional stranger who stopped at their table. None offered anything of value which was starting to irritate the captain. "Has nothing interesting happened on this side of the world in our absence?"
"It seems that way." Allard nodded. He downed his third ale and slammed it down, backhanding Sasha's arm to get her attention. She shot him a glare but followed his finger and immediately felt uneasy. She got up and crossed the barroom. The man they had spotted was slumped onto the table, head down in a defeated manner.
"Young William?" Will looked up at her and his eyes seemed to brighten upon recognizing her.
"Thank god it's you." He got up and hugged her, surprising Sasha.
"Come sit with us." Sasha led him back to their table and Allard offered him some of the food that had just arrived.
"You have no idea how glad I am to see you both." Will dug in and the two pirates glanced at each other.
"What are you doing out here? Didn't get cold feet did you, lad?" Sasha pushed her half full mug of ale over to him and he gladly accepted.
"Our wedding day was unfortunately interrupted by an unwelcome guest." Will sighed, pausing in his eating. "Beckett and his men stormed Port Royal. He had warrants for our arrest, you, Jack, Norrington, Elizabeth, and myself." Her blood ran cold.
"On what grounds?" She obviously meant the latter three, given her and Jack's line of work and Beckett's hatred of pirates.
"For aiding in your escape. He's got Elizabeth locked up in a cell awaiting execution unless I bring him Jack's compass."
Sasha's eyes widened. She had never had any dealings personally with Beckett but from what Jack had told her, and what she had seen his company do, she knew this had no good outcome. That compass in his hands spelled disaster for anyone on the seas that sailed true and free. She took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing thoughts, focusing on one detail at a time.
"Have you seen him?" Will pleaded, pulling her from her worries.
"Haven't seen him in months. We were heading towards Egypt before I got pulled away." The young man's demeanor fell.
"My last lead said he was here two months ago."
"Anywhere else they said he could be?" Allard asked, squeezing the boy's shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.
"Jamaica maybe." Sasha crossed her arms and shook her head.
"I'll secure your passage to Jamaica and we'll go see to Elizabeth's release."
"But wouldn't that get her into more trouble?" Will raised a brow at her.
"Beckett's word means nothing, Will. If she's with me I can guarantee her safety while she's as good as hanged if I don't intervene." He nodded, shoulders dropping. Sasha lifted his chin to look her in the eye. "You go find Jack, I promise no harm shall befall her."
"Thank you Sasha."
"Come back to the ship, lad. You can sleep there tonight and we'll have you on a ship in the morning to Jamaica." They all stood and headed for the door. As she passed Leith, who was losing a game of cards, she leaned down and spoke into his ear. "Rest's over, gather the crew."