Ahriman struck a thin, dark haired man forcefully, causing the man to stumble backward a bit.  "Wha' do ye mean The Black Pearl is gone?  Where the bloody hell did it go?"

"I…I don' know, Cap'n," the man stuttered.  "She's jus' gone.  D-Dolon said ye was takin' care o' Sparrow, so we didn' think nothin' about it."

Ahriman made an incoherent grumbling noise and went in search of Dolon.  When he found the man, he spat, "Where is it?"

Dolon's reply was plain.  "I did wha' ye asked me t' do, Ahriman, ye said nothin' about me worryin' about The Pearl."

"I shouldn' 'ave t' say anythin', Dolon, as first mate, ye should…"

"Read yer bloody mind?"  Dolon was noticeably fed up with his captain.  "I thought ye were gonna get rid o' Sparrow, Ahriman, did ye fail again?"

Ahriman drew his sword.  "How dare ye speak t' me in tha' tone!"

"The whole bloody crew thinks yer mad!" Dolon shouted. 

Ahriman's blade was flush against Dolon's neck now.  "Oh, the whole crew, is it, Dolon?  Sure it's not yer own opinion?"

Dolon wasn't fazed.  "Ye don' 'ave the guts t' kill me, Ahriman, ye need me.  I'm the only one who can get the crew t' settle down when ye start t' act the way yer actin'.  It takes less an' less t' set ye off anymore…no wonder we ain' found any plunder in months."

Ahriman was sweating and his hands began to shake.  "We're gonna leave Lyon.  I didn' plan on Cordelia bein' 'ere ye know…"

"Yer too busy with yer whores t' care about yer crew!  We've been 'ere too long, the men are gettin' restless.  An' as fer yer sister…"

"Watch yer mouth," Ahriman growled.

"…she doesn' make a bit o' difference one way or another.  Ye don' give a damn about 'er, Ahriman!  Ye were more concerned tha' she was with Sparrow than anythin'."

"I do care!" Ahriman insisted, the blade of his sword starting to cut Dolon's flesh.

"Then why is she up in yer room, passed out on the floor?  Temper get t' ye again?  Jus' so ye know, Ahriman, the door's unlocked – if ye thought 'er bein' exposed t' Sparrow was bad, think about the likes o' men tha' could be 'avin' their way with 'er now."

Ahriman let out a loud grunt as he sliced Dolon's neck.  The cut wasn't deep enough to kill him, but it was enough to make him fall to the ground in a panic.  "Find yerself a new crew if ye live, mate."  Ahriman stormed off and was determined to find out where The Black Pearl had gone.  He convinced himself that Cordelia would be fine – who would dare to go into his private room anyway?  Right now his mission was to find – and kill – Jack Sparrow.