Alan was aboard the Black Pearl with the girls she had helped to rescue. She was happy to find out that Sharon along with the boy, who's name was Timothy, and he wasn't her son but her friend Deanna's son, the fifteen year old girl they had rescued from the Sultan, along with Deanna herself, were all aboard the Pearl with her. The conversations they shared helped to alleviate the loneliness she felt without Davin.

The Pearl and the Paradise had parted ways a week after leaving Turkey, Alan wanted to go with him but she felt she had a few things to finish up on the Pearl before she could be with him; she was haunted by jealousy everyday that his ship was filled with beautiful women and she wasn't one of them.

If everything went according to plan she wouldn't see him again for over half a year. The newly freed slaves and concubines had been divided into groups of where their home was or where they wanted to go, some had chosen the America's, others the Caribbean, some Paris, England, China, India, and a dozen other places. Some had nowhere to go and were just happy to be free, those few were offered jobs on the Pearl or Paradise, most didn't except but some did.

The women found Saihrena to be a kindred soul and flocked to her to hear her story, a few of the women who had been Spanish swore off Spain forever because of it.

Logan got back aboard the Pearl and turned into his old, annoying, self, always bugging his older sisters and pestering the crew to teach him everything they knew. Sometimes late at night though his screams could be heard across the ship, along with other screams of the ex-concubines, he refused to talk about his travails and his nightmares, saying that he would rather forget that short period of time in his life, who knows, perhaps it was better for him, but Alan couldn't help but worry about her little brother.

They were almost to the America's now, which is where they had chosen to go. Her father said they would be there in another few days.

This was their last drop off, and then they would go to Tortuga where Davin would go once he was finished with his load of women, they were supposed to meet there so he could pick her up; Alan hoped he wouldn't forget her in the time they had been apart. Worry ate at her, what if he didn't really love her and he had just been using her, what if he fell in love with someone else, what if he just decided he didn't want her. All she could do was hope and pray that he would come.


"Rum!" Alan called from the back of the tavern. The bar tender nodded and began to fill mugs with rum, motioning to a serving girl to bring them to Alan's table. They had been in Tortuga for a few weeks now, Jack had said his men deserved the break anyway, they had fought hard the past year or so, and they deserved to party hard. So there she sat with her mother, father, sister, and family from the Pearl all around her drinking away the evening.

"Shouldn't ye slow down a bit love? Yer already slurring," Jack said as she pulled a full tankard from the tray and began to down it.

"Naw, I can get as drunk as I want fa," she smirked, drinking it down.

"Let the girl be, she misses her man," Jessie smirked from next to her, earning her a punch in the shoulder from Alan. Jack scowled, Rena just looked smug. The dimly lit tavern they were in, The Singing Bird, was rowdy and loud, but Alan heard the barely suppressed laughter of the crew around her.

After rolling her eyes at her friends and family, and murmuring something about how she couldn't understand how men of their age could act like children still in grade school, she downed the last of her rum and declared she needed a walk. Jack scowled harder but let her go on her own, he knew his daughter in this mood, she wouldn't welcome his fatherly overtures. So Alan turned and left the Tavern, walking towards the beach. She needed a place she could sit quietly and think.

She made it to the beach without being accosted, most people knew her well in Tortuga, knew her, her ship, and her parents, they also knew her reputation as a master of weapons and hand to hand combat, she hadn't been attacked in Tortuga since she was thirteen, and that time she had shown the three men that she wasn't as easy a target as they suspected by taking them all down.

She knew Davin wouldn't be here yet, his ship just wasn't fast enough, but she couldn't help but wish he was. She did miss him, more than words could say, but she was still eaten by worry that he wouldn't come.

Alan sat down on the sand to watch the waves come in to shore. She had always loved water more than land; land was steady, still, boring. Water was alive, ever moving, ever a challenge, she couldn't help but love it.

Alan pulled her knees to her chest and laid her head on her knees. She felt a hand grab her hair and cover her mouth, while another pair of hands pulled her hands behind her back. She was being tied up. Alan cursed her own stupidity, having let people come up behind her without her notice. She was in trouble now, her hands were tied and her legs were being held in a position where she couldn't move.

"Got ye now girlie," a voice grunted in her ear and laughed in a harsh guttural voice, another voice was giggling behind him.

"'ow much ye think Sparrow'el pay to get 'is daugh'er back alive?" The giggling voice asked.

"Can't Pay dead men," a third voice said, one she painfully recognized. She heard the sound of a sword being drawn and tried to turn her head as the giggling man was run through, but she found a knife there and quickly looked straight ahead again.

"Take another step and she's dead mate," the man holding her said.

"Put down the knife and I may let ye live," her rescuer said.

"Who are ye?" The man holding her asked, the knife quivering against her neck.

"Deadly Davin," Alan growled as she threw her head back, headbutting the man. The knife dropped from his limp grasp and she heard the sound of a sword entering flesh, and a man gasping in pain, then she was released.

With a sigh of release she jumped to her feet and ran to Davin, throwing herself against him. Davin took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply.

"Need some help with the ropes love?" He whispered, his lips still against hers.

"Aye," she murmured. The ropes dropped from her wrists as he cut them off, and she found herself stuck around his neck.

"How did you find me," she whispered after a while.

"It was easy, just followed my heart," he laughed.

"How cliché," she laughed back. "Really, how?"

"Just like I said, I followed you from the tavern and to the beach. I followed my heart," he whispered. Alan was filled with love then, just holding him and being held back. She had everything now, and nothing could ever take that away. She was free, and she was happy.

Fin


Well I hope you guys enjoyed this, it was a pleasure to write it for you. (cry) this is the end, it has been a long, LONG trip, filled with laughter and tears, and I'm not sorry to see it end! Lol, truthfully though I will miss this story.

I've been trying to find my Cutthroat in the Caribbean story though, no luck yet, but if I can find it I will put that one back up. Problem is I think I lost it when my comp died, so I may just go on to finish A New World, so don't get your hopes up. If anyone happens to have saved chapters from Cutthroat in the Caribbean though please let me know and send them to me, cause I really would like to finish that story.

Also, like I said a few chapters ago, some people were asking me about stories on Fiction press. If you would be interested in reading any of my other stories, the ones I have personally created without movies or other books, let me know and I'll put the story I'm working on atm up.

So I want everyone to review this chapter, every single person that reads this, ever, to review and tell me what you thought about my stories. I don't care how long you've been reading it, how many reviews you have or haven't left, if you read this review it.

It's the least you can do since I came back JUST to finish it for you all.

All my love guys, you have all been great!

Thank you,

-Shauna