Chapter 5: Why? Why Did You?

Date Unknown. Time: 6 AM. Lincoln.

Wow. Heaven's pretty damn bright. Or I'm in Davy Jones' Locker. One or the other I suppose. It's pretty soft too. Wait a minute… this is sand. Why is there sand on my body?

And then I opened my eyes. There I was, on a beach somewhere. Then I looked around and saw David on the sand, lying on the front side of his body, head tilted to the right, breathing slowly. I got up off the sand and went to check him. He woke up.

He smiled at me. "Glad… to know… that you're… alright." He struggled again to say. But this time, I could tell that this wasn't his natural broken English struggle; it was something else. That's when I noticed that he was bleeding in the sand.

"David, are you alright? Please tell me you're alright." I pleaded as I was on my knees. I checked his body. There were gunshot wounds on his back and on the sides of his body.

"I'll… be… fine… I just… need some time… to rest." He breathed in between each interval. And right then, he closed his eyes.

"Why? Why did you save me?" I started to shake him, knowing for a fact that he may be dying. "Wake up!" I begged. "Wake up please David! Don't do this to me kid!" I started to feel like crying but I held it back and looked around. That was when I realized where we were.

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May 13: 1668 5:30 PM. Excalibur. The time before the event on the beach.

The cannons were still firing at the ship and it wasn't long before the Excalibur would sink with the large, gaping holes in the ship. Lincoln knew the other ship. It was the original existing pirates that started it all; the Kelvinights or otherwise known as "Company". He never wished to ever cross cannons with them and even had other surviving pirates tell their dastardly, terrifying stories about them.

The Kelvinights have one rule and one rule only for other pirates: Join them or sink and die with their own ship. And if they were so lucky as to escape with minor injuries, count the blessings and stay off the seas. If they saw them swim away, they would debate whether or not that person was worthy or not. Then at that moment, they would end up having a little shooting game to their pleasure.

The Kelvinights were still firing their cannons at the Excalibur. Debris from the ship went flying around and Lincoln's crew started to evacuate immediately.

"Come on Captain! Let's get out of here while we can!" Sucre yelled from the boat that was attached to the side of the ship. "Everyone else is already gone! Come on!"

"I'm going down with my ship Sucre! It's the only way you all can get out of here without having them on your tail!" Lincoln yelled as he stood in the middle of his ship, debris still flying around. He was unfazed.

"What you're doing is stupid! Come on!" Sucre yelled and ushered him to come over to the dingy. Then Lincoln noticed David walk out of his quarters and he forgot he was there. He ran over to him, picked him up and then went to the boat. "Glad to know you finally came to your senses." Sucre let a breath of relief out.

"Take him and hide. Once you get to land, get to Bale, find a ship, and take him home. You got that?" Lincoln said as he dropped David in the boat.

"What?" Sucre asked, completely taken aback by Lincoln's command. "Captain, you need to get in this boat now! I'm not asking you as a captain anymore! I'm asking you as a friend. Please! Get in the boat!"

David tried to get out of the boat but Lincoln tied him down and then let the dingy drop into the water. "No!" He yelled.

Sucre knew that he wouldn't be able to get to Lincoln anymore. He made up his mind. He slowly started to row away, his mind and conscience never leaving his captain out of his mind. And just then, David broke out of the ropes. He was stronger than usual again. "Sit in the boat kid. I'm going to follow his orders and get you home, alright? Don't make this harder than it should be."

"I'm… not going to leave him…" David struggled to say. He stood up on the boat.

That was when Sucre finally understood. When he saw David stare at Lincoln, still standing in the ship, he knew that David was already too attached to Lincoln. It must've been something about him being half-dog. And just then, David dived into the water. "Hey! Take good care of the Captain for me, alright kid?" Sucre yelled when David was still in the water. He nodded back and then began to swim faster and faster. Eventually, he transformed into a white wolf and swam faster than Sucre could row.

Sucre smiled and he was glad that the Captain would be alright. Or at least he hoped. He continued to row towards land. "You'll be alright captain. I'll pray for you and David. Just don't die."

Lincoln was still standing in the middle of the ship. This time, there was a cease-fire. He was approached by the captain of the ship.

"You're crazy. You know that, don't you?" The captain said. He wore a hat that looked like Captain Jack Sparrow's hat from the Pirates of the Caribbean (Sorry folks, couldn't find a way to describe it. Please know that PotC does not exist in this fic). He was white skinned, almost tanned from being out in the sun and he wore a belt packed with pistols, a sword, and many more; almost what Lincoln was wearing, except that all of his stuff was black. "I can offer you a favor. Spare your life for a life of servitude in my ship."

Lincoln shook his head. "No deal."

"Bad choice." He knocked out Lincoln with the butt of his pistol. He nodded his head to the rest of his crew that was on the ship at the time. "Feel free to shoot him if you want." He started to walk off. But right then, he heard a thump on the ship's deck and then turned around, only to see a white wolf in front of him and his some of his crew.

"Wow. This is going to be interesting. And a crap load of money if we sell it." The captain muttered silently to himself. "Take him down guys!" He commanded as he pointed to the crew.

And just then, David howled, forcing everyone to cover their ears. He took the chance he had and grabbed Lincoln by the shirt. He pulled him into the water with his teeth and started to swim. He heard splashes next to him and there was no one there. There were gunshots being fired from the ship.

"TAKE HIM DOWN! MAKE SURE HE DOESN'T GET AWAY! I WANT HIM DEAD OR ALIVE!" The captain yelled. The crew on the ship continued firing at David as he swam away with Lincoln being pulled at his side.

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May 14: 1668, 6:30 AM. Lincoln and David.

Lincoln started to run through the forest as fast as possible. It would be a bit dubious to say god-speed, but it felt like that to him. He was being pressed for time. Every step he took in the ground, it felt like it wasn't there. It was beginning to pour on them. Still dark out, as it was cloudy, Lincoln knew that everyone would still be sleeping. There was only one place he knew he could go to.

As he ran through the mud, Lincoln looked straight ahead, not even turning back. David was slowly breathing and he started to shiver. Don't die on me David. Please. Just don't. I can't have your death on my conscience. You're the only one who can give me the strength to talk to LJ. Please don't die on me. Lincoln thought as he ran through the mud. And just then, lightning and thunder struck in the skies, booming as if there were cannons aimed right behind Lincoln.

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May 14: 1668, 7:30 AM. LJ.

LJ heard several knocks on his door. What the hell? Who would be knocking on my door in a sad day like this? He walked down the steps and then right into the door. He opened the door and his mouth was left agape. "What the hell d- Mr. Burrows? How in the hell? Where did you- How did you find-?" LJ couldn't find the right words for the situation at hand. In Lincoln's hands, David was bleeding to death and they were drenched in the cold rain.

"Please, LJ. I need your help. I need you to bring me to a doctor. Please. I don't care right now about what you're feeling about me and how much you'll say you resent me. But right now, this kid's life is depending on if I can get him the medical help he needs. You have to take me to someone, please." Lincoln pleaded desperately. "I'll explain everything to you later. You just need to bring me to someone who can treat the kid."

LJ was still astonished at what was in Lincoln's hands; a person, with a white tail, and in a brown tunic. "How did you find-?"

"Not now LJ!" Lincoln yelled. "I'll tell you later! Take me to someone now!" He demanded furiously as he grew impatient.

"Okay, okay! Come on!" LJ ushered. He grabbed his tunic and then ran outside, leading Lincoln to the nearest and the most trusted doctor he knew.

"You're going to be alright David." Lincoln said to him as he ran right beside LJ. "Just don't go to sleep yet."

"I… love… you… Captain…" David slowly uttered out of his mouth. "Thank… you."

LJ was almost thrown completely off guard when David started to speak. It wasn't the fact that David could speak, but it was the fact that a kid with a white tail like a dog would love his dad. He couldn't tell what he was feeling inside as his emotions started raging within. Was it jealousy? Was it anger for the stupidity of a boy liking his dad? Or was it just in him to feel sad that he's treating his father the way he is? LJ was left with so many questions, but so little answers.

They stop in front of another house and LJ frantically knocked on the door. A woman with black hair and in a white sleeping gown opened the door. "Veronica, we need your help. Please."