(Two weeks ago)

Neal awoke, face pressed against something cold and hard. No, that wasn't right. He was on the ship, in his bunk. Why...

One eye slowly opened, then the other. A groan escaped his lips, quickly followed by a second as he remembered what had happened.

He had was sitting in his cot, head in his hands, worrying over what he was to tell Kel. Then there was the blast of a horn, following by a scream, then the sound of a splash. He hurried for the deck, grabbing his sword as he went.

The deck was in complete chaos. Men were sword fighting, rain was everywhere, trails of blood mixing in with the cool water.

He launched himself at the nearest pirate and began to attack. The man soon had the young knight's sword through him.

Neal quickly pulled his weapon out, wincing at the blood. The man, boy really, had had no training. He had no chance against a warrior.

The battle continued around him. He watched for a moment as crewmembers fell.

A man near him was about to be stabbed. Neal quickly ran his sword through the pirate trying to kill him. He fell to the floor.

The man wiped away the blood that had begun to trickle down his face. "Thanks."

Neal nodded in answer and was about to jump once more into the fight when he was hit over the head with something- hard. The last thing that went through his mind was, "I have to get to Kel."

Neal shook his head, bringing himself out of the memories. The last few weeks had been...torture. Literally. He had been stuck on this bloody island, the captive of these bloody pirates. He barely got anything to eat, just a measly, not to mention disgusting, soup.

They didn't even make him do anything. Just left him to his thoughts. And that was one thing he did not want to be left to. Because all he could think about was her. And that tortured him more than anything; the fact that he would most likely never see her again, never get the chance to apologize, to tell her that he loved her.

"Pretty boy!" A gruff voice yelled. He looked up to see an exceptionally ugly pirate grinning maliciously down at him.

Neal frowned. He hated being called that! It was worse than being called Meathead! He knew that when his cousin called him that, he said it jokingly. He knew that Dom cared about him. But when these men called him Pretty boy....

Truth tell, he was beginning to miss that damnable name his cousin was always calling him. Even more, he missed his best friend.

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Sorry for the shortness. i swear i'll have more up soon...now, to the reviews!

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