Elizabeth POV

MY heart beat hard in my chest as we walked down the streets of Port Royal. Escaping the mansion without being noticed had not been too much a difficult task, but freeing Will might be.

" Elizabeth it'll be alright." Marie whipered. I didn't know my nervousness was that apparent.

" I know." I answered back in a whisper, half believing it. We kept walking, but at a faster pace, and my leg started to ache.

" Now you're lying to me. But it's fine, I can imagine how you're feeling." A faint smile spread across her face. There wasn't much light outside, just enough to see the destruction that the attack had left and a bit more. Some buildings were crumpled to the ground and what remained of them was only rubble. That sight added anger to my emotions. Why should I risk anything to help the people- person who had done this? I was such a fool. Still,I couldn't help but to want to see him again. And with each step I took I got closer.

" Are you sure we're going the right way?" I asked worried.

" Of course I do. I walk these streets everyday." We spoke quietly the rest of the way which turned out to be even farther than I had expected. I was a bit short of breath when we stopped at a street near the prison, but I didn't know if it was because of the long walk and fast pace we had kept, or the realization of the crime I was going to commit.

" Lizzie, I'll take it from here." She said as she gave me a hug and walked away from me. She dissapeared down a steet while I stood behind the building of bakery. As soon as she started screaming her fake cries for help, and I saw that no one came to investigate the cries if a woman in need, I was suspicious. Usually there were two guard outisde the prison's main gate, but now there was no one and the gate was open. But I didn't question it too hard as I ran from my place behind the shop, crossed the street, and ran into the prison. Once inside I stopped short. I couldn't believe I was doing all this for a man I hardly knew. Hardly knew? Elizabeth you don't know him at all, I told myself. I quickly shifted my thoughts back to the task at hand and was once again stopped short, but not by my thoughts. In front of my feet there were the bodies of two men sprawled across the floor. The prison was dingy, dirty, and dark except for a few lanterns, so this sight seemed to fit right in. Maybe they're drunk? Surely they couldn't be... dead? No, of course not. I took a deep breath to calm myself and the smell of the prison forced me to gain back my senses. I walked down the corridor of cells, over the men's bodies, my shoes being the loudest noice other than the beat of my heart. I saw a few men in each cell, all asleep, and even though it was dark, I was sure I would easily recognize who I was looking for. I looked at cell after disgusting cell, not finding anyone of importance to me. No one.I kept walking down the corridor but made sure to check more carefully. I came to the end of the corridor, and the last cell, but instead of finding a dead end and lost hope, I found another corridor that led deeper into the prison. As I turned to follow down it, a glint caught my eye as something shiny caught a bit of light, then there was a prick. My eyes automatically looked down and I found the point of a sword against my neck. It led to a man's arm, and once I saw his face I was startled and the move made the point of the sword even more painful against my neck.

" Elizabeth?" He whispered as he took away his sword from my skin. I swallowed and put a hand to my neck.

"Yes." I replied, not knowing quite what else to say. I was pleasantly surprised he actually remembered my name though.

" What are you doing here? I could've have hurt you." He whispered hastily.

" Well what are you doing, I thought you were imprisoned?" I countered.

" I'm obviously not, and you still haven't answered my question. This is a peculiar place for a lady to be, especially at night."

" I thought you were imprisoned. I wanted to sa-help you." I admitted, a bit embarrassed.

" Thank you. " He said in a tone that was meant to brush me off. " But it's best that you go home now." I was insulted and he kept talking. " Tell me if you see a dog on your way out. He has the cell keys." I reached into my little purse that hung on the side of my dress.

" These?"

" Of course you would have access to them." He reached for the keys but I pulled my hand back.

" There's no need to be rude." I hissed at him. " You could at least be a bit grateful."

" I'm sorry. Could I please have the keys?" I handed them to him. He grabbed them and walked past me, heading to the occupied cells from where I had come. I picked up my skirts quickly and walked behind him. He stopped and started undoing a cell's lock.

" What are you doing?" I asked confused.

" Freeing my men."

" Bu they're criminals."

" Like me." He opened the cell door towards and he went inside it, leaving him and the men separated from me by the iron bars of the door. I gripped one of the bars of the door and contemplated shutting it. It made a squeak as it moved because of my hand. A good, proper lady would do that: shut it. But would it even lock once I closed it? I felt instantly bad at the thought. Will would be hung if he was captured. He looked back at me, giving me a stern look, warning me against closing the door. I let go of it. He was whispering something to a man who was now awake, but I couldn't quite decipher it. The man nodded, got up looked at me as he walked out. I saw he had the keys in his hand, and was unlocking another cell.

" Go home." Will said quietly, and I turned to find him now close to my face, only separated by the door's bars.

" Why do you want me to leave so badly? What are you planning? Another attack on Port Royal perhaps?" He looked straight into my eyes and I could see that he was thinking, he was making a choice.

" You have to come with me."

" What? No!" Out of the corner of my eye I could see the men escaping. I wanted to do the same.

" You have to Elizabeth. You don't have a choice."

" Yes I do!" And I ran for the door. He caught my arm and I turned to him. "What are you talking about?" I pulled my arm free. "Tell me!"

" There is going to be another attack. I'm afraid a lot of people will die, and it's not safe for you here anymore." My first reaction was fear.

" I have to warn my father! And- and John!" Then anger rose inside me. " Haven't you done enough damage here! Why do you keep hurting us you-you disgusting, murderous pirate!" I screamed at him.

" Because that's what I am!" He was infuriated like me, and his breathing was fast. I had nothing to say to that. It was true. He took a deep breath and looked down at the dirty ground. When he finally looked up he said to me in the most sincere tone, " I don't want you to die."

" But this is my home. " I replied.

" You'll come back." I swallowed hard. My heart pounded in my chest.

" Fine." I said after " Let's go." Before I regret it.

Thanks for reading:) My choice for the chapter title was between Flight and Escapism. Which sound best to you guys? Thoughts?