The Pain Without the Pleasure
Chapter 2: We Need it Fast

And for hours they all sat there. Gibbs, Trent, Twain, Riddin, Marty, Westin, Jackson, Cotton, Elizabeth Will and Jack all stuffed in the brig of the Mer de Mort. A much smaller ship with a much smaller brig. They all had their own thoughts about the situation. Anger for some, frustration for others, guilt for the obvious. And there was pain for all (in some way or another) but pleasure, happiness was not what anyone in this position felt.

Many vain prayers went out to some deity. To whatever deity it was they were not blessed. Prayers that they would wake up to find this a dream, prayers that this would somehow be dealt with in the time allotted and prayers that he would soon get his girl back, safe and sound.

He sat with his back against the wall, one leg straight, with the other bent, his arm dangling over a knee. He looked at the positions of the others. Will sitting Indian-style in the corner across from Elizabeth as they talked as quietly as distance allowed to each other. The rest of them strewn about as space granted.

He jumped up when he heard them coming down the stairs to the brig. Anamaria struggled between the two of them.

"Ana," he yelled, struggling against the confinements of the brigs' iron bars. She looked up to Jack at the sound of her name on his voice. Her eye was black and her lip was busted and bloody, her clothes were torn and her hair nothing short of a mess.

"Ana!" he cried again as they threw her roughly into the cell with Elizabeth. She rushed to be by Ana's side, laying the injured pirate's head in her lap. Ana struggled in vain to raise her head in her search for Jack.

"Jack," she whispered hoarsely. Elizabeth looked to her sadly.

"I'm sorry Ana but he's been locked in the other cell."

"I'm sorry Jack," she said I the loudest voice she could manage before passing out. Jack, seeing her body slack was frantic.

"Is she dead?" Elizabeth said nothing looking down at the pirate in her lap. "Elizabeth!"

"No. She's only passed out." Jack sighed in relief.

"So what are we to do now?" asked Will standing beside Jack.

"We need to make a plan but keep the lasses while we're at it." Will nodded. But it wasn't the time now as Jack sat down across from where Elizabeth held Anamaria. He stared at them for the longest time hating how he had put the lasses in such a predicament. Two hours later he stood up, brushing himself off. "We need a plan, and we need it fast ay?"

A/N: I'm so sorry for taking so damn long but I was at a complete writers block with how to write the second chapter. Hope you like it!(even if it is kinda crappy) Review! Review! Review! Review! Review!