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Chapter 26

Flying

Alan stood at the stern of the Black Pearl watching as the ship sliced through the water like a fish. She had the sensation that she was flying through the air, the ship was moving so fast if she closed her eyes and let go.

Alan opened her eyes when she felt a hand on her arm.

"Careful, ye looked like ye were gonna fall," Alan looked down and saw she was leaning over the rails, close to falling in.

"Thanks she murmured and pulled away from the rails, and her father.

"Alan-" Jack spoke.

"Stop," Alan cut him off with a single word. "Just because I'm your daughter doesn't mean I'm not entitled to happiness," she whispered and ran away.

"Alan," she heard him call after her, she never turned back.


Saihrena had been crying for hours. She could still see the entire scene playback in her head. The horror wouldn't leave her as she sat alone on a cold stone floor.

"If you don't tell me what I want to know you will be sorry mother," she saw her son growl.

"I don't know anything," she had yelled.

"This is your last chance, where is the Pearl?"

"It could be anywhere in the world by now, I don't know. Maybe there was a mutiny, maybe it was stolen, but it didn't leave under my orders," she screamed.

"If that is true then I no longer have any use for her, take her head," Dem said with a smile, he turned and left then, leaving Saihrena to watch as the guards grabbed Juliana and carried her away. Saihrena had screamed and fought as hard as she could against the chains that bound her, she even took down a few of the guards that she could reach, but it hadn't changed anything. Saihrena could only hear the screams of her friend as she was being taken away.

So now she sat, huddled against the cold floor of her cell trying to break the bonds of her mental prison to no avail, she was stuck having to relive her friends death knowing it was all her fault, Juliana would still be alive if she had only killed her son.

She didn't notice when the door to her cell opened, or when the men came and picked her up. She simply closed her eyes and embraced her nightmare.

A distant part of her screamed that she needed to fight the images her mind was showing her, the images of her friend's head being cut off, her daughter being brutally raped by Morgead, her son being used as a slave, and her eldest, the daughter of her heart if not her body, being used and beaten by filthy men.

She gave in to it and watched as the nightmares played in front of her as if it were really happening, to her they were real. She closed her eyes and felt as if she were flying with no control over where she was going; she was being pulled along from one nightmare to another.

She deserved this; after all she had brought them all here like lambs to the slaughter. She had brought this upon them all.

"Mother," a voice broke into her prison, she ignored it and watched the mental images instead.


Davin stood at the helm of the Paradise, staring at the horizon as if the Black Pearl would materialize at any moment to give him a glimpse of Alan. He knew it wouldn't though. The Pearl was already days ahead of them, carrying the woman he loved into the unknown. That he loved her he was sure of, how he loved her though he still didn't understand.

It hadn't taken long, this emotion that coursed through him; it had only taken a few weeks to fall in love with the girl, and only one night for him to realize it. Now he was stuck with miles of ocean in between him and her, giving him nothing but time to sort through his feelings.

"Cap'n," Richard said, coming up behind him.

"Yea?" He asked, never taking his eyes from the horizon.

"Are ye sure this is what we should be doin Sir?"

"Any man that doesn't wanna help can get off in Spain and never look back. This is where I'm headed, and I'll help her however I can," Davin whispered.

"Ye know we're with ye Cap'n, just makin sure is all," Richard said and walked away. Davin stared ahead, willing his ship on faster. He wanted to be there for them, for her, he had to be.


The time aboard the Pearl had gone by quickly and before she knew it Alan could see the coast of Spain looming before them. She had barely spoken to her father since the day they had left the Paradise behind. She didn't want to take the chance of yelling at him again, especially in his current condition.

She had mentioned to Jon that they should wait just out of Spanish waters until Jack was better; he had smiled and passed the advice along. Jack wasn't as prone to the idea as they had been. He didn't want to leave his wife alone with his viper of a son for longer than necessary.

And so it was that they were sailing directly for the harbor as if everything were perfectly ordinary.

"Alan, tis time fer ye te go below, we cant have ye bein seen jest yet," Donnie said. She nodded and walked below, loathe to see Spain, the place she had been kidnapped, and the place she had lost her brother.

She still had no idea what to do about Dem. She wasn't sure she could kill him if it came down to that, but she was reasonably sure it would.

"Alan," a familiar voice said and she turned to see her father walking into the galley.

"Yes?" She asked coldly, looking away from him.

"I want ye to know that no matter what happens today I love ye." Alan looked up then to see tears in her father's eyes. "I was hard on Davin cause no ones good enough fer ye, but I want ye to be happy. If he makes ye happy then I have nothing to say about it."

"Do you really mean that?" She whispered in a daze.

"Aye, anyone that makes ye happy is good in my book." Alan walked to him slowly and hugged him, holding him close.

"I love you daddy." Jack held her in his arms, smiling down at the girl that had become a woman when he wasn't looking.

"I love you too," he whispered.


"Majesty, the Black Pearl has been spotted coming into port," a page said as Demetrius sat in his study, pondering what to do with his mother.

"Are you certain?" He narrowed his eyes at the boy.

"Y-yes Majesty," he squeaked.

Dem nodded and stood, walking quickly from the room, the page all but forgotten in his haste to get to the dungeon.

He was surprised to see Windy standing in front of the door when he got there.

"My love, what brings you here?" He asked, taking her hand and kissing it.

"I need to speak with you," she said. Her eyes were red as if she had been crying, and he nodded, speechless. "I want you to stop whatever it is you are doing to your mother."

His jaw dropped, and he stood spluttering in indignation at her words. How had she known? Who had told her? "What ever do you mean darling?" He finally managed to get out.

"I don't understand why you are torturing you mother, or what you did with your father and siblings, but I want you to release your mother. The man that I love would never torture their mother." She whispered, and he could see the horror on her face as she spoke.

"Windy I-"

"No, I don't care for your excuses. If you do not release your mother our wedding is off." She turned and fled, ignoring his pleas behind her.

He stood at the door to the dungeon, thoughts running through his head. If he released her then undoubtedly she would race off to save Alan, Jessie, and that fool Logan. But if he didn't, could he bare to have Windy hate him? Finally he turned the handle and began to descend the stairs into the dungeon. He would do what had to be done, no matter what anyone thought.


I'm back… sort of… we'll see how often I update; I'll try to update soon though I can't make any promises.

Sorry it has taken me forever and ever to write this and get it up. I've been busy and had incredible writers block. I sincerely apologize for the lateness of this chapter.

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