I sneak around Tortuga under the cover of the shadows, trying not to draw too much attention to myself. I checked almost every building a came to, but none of them held Elizabeth or William. I hoped that my crew was having better luck then I was, most of them was probably getting drunk as they searched but I could care a less at this point. The only thing I was worried about was getting Elizabeth and William to safety.

I had been searching for hours and I have come up with nothing. I had run into some of the crew earlier and they have had no luck either. But I wasn't about to give up that easily. I had to find them, come hell or high water, I was going to find them.

As I was about to enter an abandoned building I hear a crash, like someone had thrown a rum bottle into the wall, then I heard shouting, a woman shouting. I race into the building as quickly as I could while still trying my best to be quit. I stop as I hear more shouting; it was coming from the basement. I know good and well that the stairs were probably squeaky so I decide to materialize down there. When I got down to the bottom, I peaked into the next room, a rush of relief and dread wash over me. There was Elizabeth tied up to a chair, cuts and bruises all over her elegant face. Two men were standing near her, one popping his knuckles. I cringe as one of the men slaps her hard across her face.

I glance over to my left to see a cloak hanging on a nail; I grab it and put it on. Just as I was about to jump out of my hiding place I hear Elizabeth say, outraged, "I killed Will! He had turned into another Davy Jones! A cold-hearted monster!" I was taken back by her choice of words, I know I left her some years ago but I didn't think she would be that angry with me. One of the men chuckle at her response and give her another slap across her face, which made her nose begin to bleed. I take an unneeded deep breath and jump out of my hiding spot, ready to fight.

I only stand there, the men looking at me awkwardly and confused. Without saying a word, I draw my sword and scrape the tip of it along the ground. The men pull out their swords and one of them attacks. With a couple of quick swings with my sword I kill the first man, I regain my posture as I wait for the other man to attack, the second man was at least three times bigger than me, but I didn't care. He was hesitant at first, glancing from me to the other man who was lying dead on the ground, not too far from my feet. He finally attacks, but with much greater force then the other man. It took me longer to kill him, but I managed by slicing his throat then running my sword through his chest.

I turn to Elizabeth; my cloak was still over my head so she still had no idea who I was. She looked down at the two men I had just killed in sheer disbelief, then up at me. She continued to look at me as I walked closer to her, but I stopped when she began to struggle against the ropes that tied her the chair. She now had a look of anger covering her features, but I could see in her eyes that she was scared out of her wits. "I'm glad I broke it off when I had, not no telling what would have happened if I hadn't." I unintentionally say. I curse myself for saying it, even though I said it jokingly, I see her look at me confused, but still angry. I slowly walk closer to her. "I was only joking when I said that, love." It came out more annoyed sounding then I had meant it to. I pull out my knife from my belt and cut the ropes. As soon as she was free she grabs a nearby sword and holds it to my neck. I look down at it and shove it away, as I place my knife back into my belt. I walk past her, I can hear her walking behind me, then she swings at me, I was quick enough to grab my knife that I had used to cute her free and block the attack. I turn around, the blades of our weapons still together. She quickly knocks the knife out of my hands and it lands a few feet from us. I look from my knife to her; she is giving me a little smirk of victory. I smile, even though she couldn't see. I withdraw my sword and we begin to fight.

After a few swings of our swords, Elizabeth is beginning to tire out. Our swords clash together once more; I just wished that she would just drop her sword so we could settle this some other way. At that exact moment her sword becomes a reddish-orange color and the hand of the sword where her hands are start to smoke, she hisses in pain as she drops her sword. I stare down at the sword in disbelief, but I quickly look up at Elizabeth as she blows on her hand trying to cool it down. I take one more glance down at the sword then back up at Elizabeth, she was giving me a murderous and frightened look. Then she charges at me, yelling. At the last minute I swiftly grab her by her waist and flip her over my shoulder onto the ground.

I move so I was in front of her, she only lays there in pain, I felt bad for hurting her but that seemed to be the only way she would listen to me. "I came here to keep you from getting killed, not so I can personally kill you!" I scream at her. She was getting madder by the second. "I don't need your help! Now what the hell are you and what do you want?!" She screams back at me with the same amount of anger that I showed when I yelled at her. I take a deep breath as I run my hand over my face. I look down at the ground and close my eyes as I slowly remove the cloak from my head.

Sorry for the short chapter. I promise I will make them longer. R&R