Sorry for the late update. I was grounded before, then I couldn't get time to do this thing. But I've got writer's block on Out of Control, so I'll update this one more. By the way, if you want to find out who Captain Barbossa is, you'll just have to keep up with my slow updates ^__^.

"I knew you'd warm up to me," Yami Bakura sneered. "Commodore Kaiba, my effects please. And my good boot knife."
Kaiba glared at Yami Bakura with the utmost hatred.
"Commodore!" the pirate drawled. Kaiba had his men hand over the said articles. Then the captain turned to Colina.
"Colina. It is Colina, isn't it?"
"It's Ms. Santeros."
"Ms. Santeros, then. If you'd be so kind..."
Colina sighed, the things in hand.
"Come, come dear, we don't have all day."
As soon as she shifted around, a blade hidden on the inside of his belt was in his hands and at her throat.
"Now, then..."
Colina put his pistol holster with the belt thingy (I'm not all- knowing, ya know) around his muscular chest. She slammed the dagger into his boot forcefully, nicking his leg.
"Ow. Damn. Easy there, darling."
You're despicable," she spat.
"Sticks and stones, my dear. I saved your life, you save mine. We're square."
He flipped her around, the blade still at her throat.
"Gentlemen, milady," he said, more generous to Colina, "You will always remember this as the day you almost caught Captain Yami Bakura, Touzoku-ou and pirate extraordinaire!"
He lifted his cuffed hands up and shoved Colina to her father, then grabbed a rope. With a single kick at a weak lever, he loosened the pulley that kept the hanging cannon's weight equal and was lifted by it to a high crane-like hoist. The cannon put a hole through the pier as he reached the top, swinging around unexpectedly (and disdainfully) around as the device unlocked from its position.
"Whoaa!!!" he cried, both in amusement and surprise.
"Now will you shoot him?" Governor Santeros asked curtly. The soldiers raised up their guns, waiting for Commodore Seto's word.
"Open fire!"
It was futile to shoot the pirate in motion. Nevertheless, the bullets did nip at the captain's heels.
"Hey!!" he snarled in anger. "Ra-damn it, you trying to shoot me or something?!"
He swung and landed on another crane, teetering precariously, his balance partially off.
"On his heels!" Kaiba screamed. The soldiers began their pursuit. Yami Bakura however, took the slack from his handcuffs and slid down a rope, never pausing as his heavy boots hit the ground. Bullets whizzed by his hair, very nearly giving him another scar, near his temple.
"Mokuba, Yami Bakura has a dawn appointment with the gallows. I'd hate for him to miss it."
"Aye, big brother."
The redcoats passed a shop where a statue man held a sword. Suddenly, the sword withdrew and so did Yami Bakura; straight into the blacksmith's shop.
The thief looked around cautiously.
'That's your basic blacksmith shop,' he thought, sheathing his sword. It looked empty enough, so he put his favorite knife onto the worktable near an anvil and grabbed a tool.
A bottle fell, released by grubby fingers. Like a cat, Yami Bakura swooped around, ever cautious, eyes roving. Snores came to his ears. With the tool in hand, he walked to a sleeping man who was totally and completely drunk. Yami Bakura poked at the blacksmith's front, then turned, as if walking away. Suddenly, he turned back and gave a shout.
"Whoa!"

The smith didn't budge.
'Safe enough', he thought.
He went back to work, hammering at the chain of his heavy handcuffs. He became easily and quickly frustrated, flailing and attempting to muscle the links apart.
"Ra-damn it!!"
He looked at a wheel above his head that could solve his problems. It was attached to a mule, which obviously ran it. Yami Bakura removed a red- hot poker from the fire, smiling devilishly.
HISS!!
"Hee-haw!!"
The donkey brayed in pain and began to move. The pirate put his cuff chain in between the gaps of the oversize wheel's grooves and a smaller one broke it free. Just as he sighed, the door opened up. His eyes widened, making the pinkish scar on his face contract slightly. He scattered to hide.
Ryou Bakura turned at the unexpected noise of the moving mechanism. He calmed the poor donkey with a loving hand, and then looked around, brown eyes full of suspicion. He smiled at the drunken blacksmith.
"Right where I left you."
He then threw his jacket aside as he saw a tool on his anvil that hadn't previously been there.
"Not where I left you," he said, confused. He spotted a pocketknife and reached for it. Before his fingers could touch, Ryou received a harsh rap from a dirty sword. Averting his gaze to follow up the blade, he saw it's thieving owner.
"You're the one they're hunting," he breathed. "The pirate"
"You seem somewhat familiar, have I threatened you before?"
"I make a point of avoiding familiarity with pirates," Bakura replied smartly.
"Ah. Well it would be a shame to put a black mark on you record, so if you'll excuse me..."
Ryou snatched a sword from a rack and held it up to the pirate's.
"Do you think this wise, boy?" Yami Bakura asked. "Crossing blades with a pirate?"
"You threatened Ms. Santeros."
The thief ran his worn blade down his opponent's.
"Only a little."
He lunged at Ryou, who parried and countered perfectly.
"You know what you're doin' I'll give you that," the captain sneered. "Excellent form. But how's your footwork?"
The thief-captain narrowed his eyes.
"If I step here..."
He stepped to the right, as did Bakura, both sword fighting excellently.
"Very good. And now I step again."
Yami Bakura slowly, but surely edged around Ryou until his back was to the door. With a final thrust, he smirked.
"Ta."
He leapt to the door to make his escape when...
THUNK!!!

The blade Ryou Bakura had been using vibrated from the force of it going into the lock. Yami Bakura's eyes were huge. He grabbed the sword and pulled. He yanked and pulled harshly, but the sword refused to budge an inch.
"That is a wonderful trick," he said, "except that once again, you're in between me and my way out..."
He stepped forward, brandishing his sword with a smirk...
"...and now you have no weapon."
Ryou's eyes roved frantically, and then he reached for a sword that was in the fire, its tip scalding red-hot. Yami Bakura's smile faded. The donkey brayed in fear and began to move again.
Yami Bakura dodged to the side, then parried a lunge by Ryou that sent sparks flying, the core of the contraption the donkey powered between then. As they fought, they had to be wary of the machine in motion. Ryou rolled over a protruding rod and grabbed yet another sword before turning to the pirate, who was amazed by the multitude of handcrafted blades.
"Who makes all these?" he queried.
Ryou parried and moved to the other side of the core.
"I do!" he replied excitedly, blocking another blow and changing sides. With another block he added, "And I practice with them..."
He switched sides again with yet another parry.
"Three hours a day!"
He bounded away nimbly.
"You need to find yourself a girl mate!" Yami Bakura told him, swinging heavily. Ryou dodged, then sent an equally powerful blow to the pirate, who likewise leapt from the machine's core. He grabbed a tool which the machine held and chucked it at Bakura, who barely ducked away. Yami Bakura was all over him in an instant. As their blades crossed...
"Or, perhaps the reason you practice three hours a day is that you've already found one and are otherwise incapable of wooing said strumpet."
Then quite out of nowhere, the pirate captain added a question.
"You're not a eunuch, are you?"
"I practice three hours a day so that when I meet a pirate, I can kill it!" Ryou retorted, quite agitated by the pirate's insult.
He uncrossed his blade and swung it. Yami Bakura stepped back onto a mobile ramp with a barrel under it. As Ryou stepped onto it, the rock that kept it in place collapsed and they were immediately forced to fight and balance each other's weight. That was difficult since Ryou's opponent weighed more. He became worried when his right side blade became tangled in Yami Bakura's handcuff chain. He thrust the sword up, pinning the thief king to a wooden rafter. Even in this awkward position, the pirate swung at Ryou, who barely dodged. By chance, Yami Bakura stepped on a loose board that hit the younger man squarely in the jaw. He fell back with a groan of pain, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. Yami Bakura swung his legs up and pushed them against the rafter, attempting to dislodge the blade as Ryou recovered. The boy got up quickly and stared at Yami Bakura for a moment before advancing. The pirate's eyes widened as the sword dislodged itself from the rafter and he fell to the seesaw-like ramp. Bakura, who'd been standing on the other side, was sent flying up into the rafters of the establishment. Yami Bakura rolled from the ramp disdainfully, and then looked up, smiling softly as he looked at the boy. With a smile of his own, Ryou cut a rope leading to a net holding several heavy barrels. The pirate's grin disappeared, and he was sent flying up. He grabbed hold of the rafters and hastily scrambled up one. He and Ryou cross-jumped each other, as if testing their fighting surface, and then they proceeded to sword fight on their toes quite literally. Bakura was down one sword, but it proved useful as he knocked Yami Bakura's sword away. The pirate grabbed a rafter and swung down, but Ryou, ever vigilant and agile, swung down by his lanky legs and flipped to the ground more quickly. Now the pirate was slightly panicked. He grabbed a bag of dirt-like substance and used it to blind his opponent. Eyes blurry, face orange, and hair matted with sweat and grit, Ryou grabbed a new sword to face Yami Bakura after he'd gotten the old one knocked away. His stinging eyes opened to the pirate's pistol. Yami Bakura's hair was also matted with sweat and his chest was shiny with it. Ryou cocked his head.
"You cheated," he pouted naïvely.
"Pirate," Yami Bakura replied simply.
Suddenly, there was a sound at the blocked door. It was Commodore Kaiba and his men. The captain turned to the door, then back at his adversary, who blocked the other exit.
"Move away," he snarled.
"No!" Bakura replied doggedly, but softly as was his manner. Yami Bakura rolled his eyes in annoyance. He didn't want to kill the little bugger.
"Please move?!"
"No!" Ryou shouted in anger. "I cannot just step aside and let you escape!"
At another pound on the opposite door, Yami Bakura reluctantly cocked his gun.
"This shot is not meant for you..."
Bakura's face tilted again and he looked distractedly just past Yami Bakura's head.
CRACK!!!!
A glass bottle broke on the pirate's head, shattered glass going in all directions. He blinked in surprise, then fell forward with a groan into unconsciousness. Behind him, the drunken blacksmith stared dumbly at his handiwork. Kaiba's men burst in.
"There he is! Over here!" cried a man. They stopped the donkey in its path by running in its way. They held their bayonets to the unconscious pirate.
"Excellent work, Mr. Brown," Seto said. "You've assisted in the capture of a dangerous fugitive."
"Just doing my civic duty, sir," the drunkard slurred. Ryou stared at him in annoyance, but his eyes soon became passive and slightly sarcastic.
'Figures' he thought. 'Just my luck.'
"Well," Kaiba sneered, "I trust that you will always remember this as the day that Captain Yami Bakura *almost* escaped. Take him away!"

Long fight, slightly longer chapter. By 1000 words or so anyway. In a little while, we'll be venturing into Yami Bakura's masochistic streak and I've decided to call him "Yami" at some times, because only he and Yami Malik have the same "first name." You'll have to see Yami Yugi's crappy new substitute of a name. Until then, just read and review!!!