Chapter 2: Why, oh why does this have to happen to me now?

May 11, 1668 4 PM

Lincoln stormed up the steps and up and grabbed Sucre.

"You!" He pointed to one of his crew members. "Take the wheel!" He scrambled almost immediately out of position and went to take the wheel. Lincoln pulled Sucre down to the brig. He then slams him against the cell bars.

"Ow! What the hell?" Sucre grunted.

"Did you happen to look at who you guys grabbed, hm?!" Lincoln furiously asked.

Sucre looks over his shoulder and inside the cell bar. It was a kid; an innocent, almost 14 years of age kid. "Oh shit."

"Oh shit is right." Lincoln releases his hold on him. "How in the hell could you guys grab a kid?"

"Well… we just… panicked." Sucre slowly defended. "Roland made too much noise and the kid heard something."

"You know how I feel about taking kids away from their family."

"I know, Captain. But we can't do this now.

Lincoln slams his fist against the wall. "I know, I know. If we turn back, I'll lose my credibility as a pirate and a captain. But we can't just keep him here. He's only a kid."

The kid then tapped his fingers on the wall, hoping to grab their attention.

Lincoln walks over. "What?" The kid makes a hand signal, as if he were asking for a quill and a piece of paper or something to write on. "Why don't you speak?" The kid stopped moving and glared him in the eyes, as if to tell him that he just wants the quill and paper. Lincoln succumbed. "Fine. You'll get what you want."

Lincoln comes back about three minutes later with a quill, ink, and a piece of paper. "Hey, Sucre. Go up and take over the wheel. Make sure no one comes down here, got it?"

"Yes, Captain." Sucre ran up the steps and out of the brig. Lincoln passed the items to the kid and he started writing. About 10 seconds later, he passes the paper back to Lincoln and he reads the handwriting.

It read and looked sort of like this: My name is Davidliveekibono Hunter. But you can just call me David. I'm actually 14 but I look like a 10 year old human. I can't speak your tongue. But I can understand what you're saying and I know how to write it. I just can't speak it.

Lincoln passed back the paper to David. "Can't talk my language huh? So how did you communicate with your people?"

David passed back the paper to Lincoln's hands. It's complicated. I would tell you right now, but that would involve me writing an essay, if you know what I mean. What's your name by the way?

Lincoln passed back the paper. "My name is Lincoln Burrows. And it's really that complicated?"

He took the paper from David's hands. Yes. So am I going to be let out of here any time soon? What time is it? And if it's approaching six, I want you to get out of here and don't come in to check on me. I'll be fine alone.

"Sorry. I can't let you out or I'll lose my credibility as a captain and a pirate. And it's about 4:30 on my gold watch. And why do you want to be alone around six for?"

Again, it's complicated. And where are my weapons?

"My crew put them in my quarters. You only use arrows and a bow for defense? Not that there's anything wrong with that."

No, we're not attached to your world as much as we would like to. That's why we were isolated on that island. No one was supposed to come that far into the forest. We were sworn to stay hidden from the world. It's just that I'm a-. He cut himself off right there on the paper with a few scribbles erasing what he had wrote, which left Lincoln interested.

"Come on. You can trust me. I'm already feeling bad that my crew is holding a kid hostage."

I'm sorry. I'd tell you what I was but then you'd probably want to kill me anyways. Just go. Forget that I'm here and forget that I'm being held hostage here. If you want to talk to me, it has to be during the day and not during night. Just make sure no one comes down here at night or you're going to have a lot of problems later. And this is not a threat. This is a warning for both your sake, my sake, and your crew's sake.

"Alright. I won't push you further. But I want to talk to you again tomorrow so I may have you released to my quarters tomorrow during the day. There are things that I feel like I can trust you with besides Sucre, a lot of things that I haven't told my crew."

Lincoln walked out of the brig, leaving David there alone. It was beginning to approach five in the afternoon and it would be time for everyone to sleep and let the ship take its course on the ocean seas.

As soon as he got out of the brig, he was fast approached by all of his crew, besides Sucre, who was busy guiding the ship.

"So why were you down there for so long, Captain?" Wyatt asked.

"Yeah. I didn't hear nothin' from up here." Roland said.

"I was just talking. Now get out of my way so we can set the ship course to a nearby town. We're running low on food and we need to pillage a village for one."

As Lincoln started walking up the steps to the wheel, he was stopped by T-Bag. "You know you're acting real suspicious for a captain. Are you sure you're who you are? Because I don't trust you at all. Understand?"

Lincoln pushed T-Bag away. "Get the hell out of my T-Bag. What I do is none of your business."

"I think you're wrong. We're all in this together now on this ship. You were elected captain from most of the crew, but I still think you're not really much of a pirate. So prove it to me when we pillage that village, or you'll be seeing a mutiny in the near future."

"Whatever you guys do, do not go down there past 6 PM or when it gets dark. If I hear from anyone, or the kid down there, that you went down past dark, you'll walk the plank." Lincoln threatened everyone and they dispersed. He didn't care for what T-Bag said. As far as things go, he never really wanted to be a pirate. He went up to the steering wheel and took over for Sucre.

"So, what did you talk to the kid about, Captain?" Sucre asked.

"Nothing much. He doesn't talk. He can't speak. But he can understand and write pretty well. He also had a request: Don't go down there past 6 PM, or when it gets dark."

"Why?"

"You're asking the wrong man."

"Can I go down and…"

"No. Don't. It's already getting dark and he doesn't want anyone down there. But tomorrow morning, bring him to my quarters. He's just a kid and he doesn't need to deal with the fact that he's being kidnapped by the world's dirtiest pirates."

"Someone else has that title, Captain." Sucre chuckled. "Okay. I'm going back to tell everyone to call it a night." Sucre left Lincoln after that and went around shouting "Let's go to sleep!"

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May 11, 1668 8 PM.

Lincoln eventually called it a night after steering the ship for awhile. He decided to weigh anchor in the middle of the sea. On that note, he heads to his quarters and lies down on his bed. It was eating him up from the inside as to what David was keeping from him. He wanted to go down there but he promised the kid and for some reason, David always reminded him of what could've been with LJ. Well, not could've been, but what he wanted it to be. He sighed after about five minutes and then got up off the bed.

He walked over to the weapons that were placed in his quarters because David asked about it. He picked up the bow and then pulled the string. It was pretty sturdy. He pulled the string back and it went back far. The arrows were just as sturdy and it looked like there was a coating on it. After a little bit, he put them back down in their place and decided to walk around on the deck.

It was a cold and dark night. But he could see the stars in the sky and stared up at them. He wanted to have his son with him as he stared up at the stars and just have a father and son conversation that they won't remember, but that'll bring them closer together. There were just so many things he wanted to do with LJ, but he screwed up his chances so many times. It was harder for him to concentrate on what was happening as each day flew by. He loved LJ so much and he wanted to be there for him. Right now, he wants to be there for him, but there is no way for that to happen.

*THUD* Lincoln looked around to hear where that came from. It sounded like it came from the brig. I wonder what he could be doing. Is he trying to break out? Maybe I should let him out. He could be claustrophobic because that is one tight cell they stuffed him in. Lincoln walked down into the brig. It was completely dark and the boat began to rock a little bit. He grabbed the lamp on his right and lit the oil inside.

He strode quietly on the floor in the brig, hitting the bars as the boat rocked back and forth in the windy night. Lightning and thunder struck in the sky and it started to downpour. The sounds of the rain pounded on the deck. As he walked, the sound of the thunder crashing ran through the entire brig.

"Hey! David! Are you alright?" Lincoln whispered as audibly as possible. He walked up to his cell and then shined the lamp inside it.

"What the hell!?" Lincoln yelled. Inside the cell was a wolf; a white-haired wolf. But it was larger than what a wolf would naturally be, in fact, a few times larger; almost about the size of a horse.

It howled and then hid its face. It couldn't move so it had to bang along the walls, as if it wanted to get out. Lincoln felt bad for it but he didn't know if he released the wolf, would it kill him? There was only one way to find out.

Lincoln grabbed the keys from the floor as it fell from its hanger. He unlocked the door and then the wolf approached him, slowly. He was stunned as he stared the wolf in the eyes. It was like… he knew who it was. The wolf suddenly nudged him to the side and then ran to the deck. Lincoln quickly followed.

He lost track of it and thought he went into the water or something. So he looked around the water around the deck but couldn't see it. After that, he went back to his quarters and inside, the wolf was sleeping on the floor, next to his bed. And right in front of it was a quill and a piece of paper. That was when it hit him. It was David.

*---*

"NO!!" Lincoln yelled. Lincoln was on a beach and his son, LJ, was bleeding on the sand. Michael was there.

"Come on! We need to get him out of here!"

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" T-Bag maniacally laughed. And as he laughed, across from Lincoln, which was his old crew. Roland, Wyatt, and Bellick stood across from him and they were laughing. Then by his side, Sucre suddenly appeared. Then, he was shot.

*---*

May 12: 1668 6 AM.

Lincoln woke up abruptly and started hyperventilating. He was sweating from last night. The beads of sweat dropped down his forehead and onto his pillow. He wiped his face off and then looked to his right to see if David was there. And there he was, lying on the floor. This time, the tunic was there, but he could obviously see the white tail on his butt. He got up off the bed but accidentally stepped on David's tail, causing him to yell and stand on his feet in a defensive position.

"Whoa. Relax. Sorry. Didn't mean to step on your tail." Lincoln said with his hands up in the air.

David relaxed and then grabbed the quill and paper. He started to write again.

I told you not to go down there after six at night. You didn't listen to my warning and now you know my secret. What am I going to do with you now?

"I'm sorry. I heard something from below so I went to check. I thought you were going to escape."

Why would I escape? Where would I go? I don't know what direction you took me. Besides, I like hanging around you for some reason. I overheard what your crew was giving you a big deal about from below. Do you want me to do something about T-Bag?

"No. It's alright. But why didn't you tell me yesterday?"

Like I said. Sworn to secrecy. I'm going against all rules now. I'm supposed to kill you last night. But I'm not a killer. I never was hoping that I had to kill. Even if I'm trained. I don't want to kill anyone. I'd rather solve it as peacefully as possible.

"I understand what you mean. And I won't let anyone know of your secret. And so you can have something against me, I'll tell you my story as to why I'm a captain."

Lincoln told him his whole story, from how his life started to deteriorate to where he was now. He gave every detail as far as he could remember. David listened carefully and Lincoln watched as his emotions on his face flew from sadness to shock and back to sadness again. Why, oh why is this happening to me now?