The hollow and empty room reverberated silence around them. A deathly quiet that threatened to swallow the two women whole. Fuzzy was sitting on the ground next to her, looking just as defeated as Kris felt. But Kris refused to let the panic sink in. She refused to think of her friends and fiancée, who were being transported to some unknown location to be sold off like cattle. All she could think about was how she was going to get to them. How she was going to escape the restraints holding her arms behind her back.

"I have a theory… about how those guys got onto the ship so easily." Fuzzy said quietly next to her, the first to attempt to break the deafening silence.

"Yeah? What's that?"

"The men who were in Morgan's room, the ones that grabbed you, Alan, and Morgan, were all wet. Like they swam there. After their first attack a while back, they probably tried to come up with something a little stealthier. Knowing that skill-wise, we outmatched them. I think that they sent those four men in to guarantee a quick capture. I think they swam in, and climbed in through that window Morgan always keeps open in his room. Then had the rest of their men waiting by, waiting for a signal."

Kris nodded. "It's a pretty good theory." It certainly would explain how they'd managed to get everyone under control so quickly, without anyone noticing them beforehand. Something Kris herself had been wondering about in the back of her mind since they had arrived. She maneuvered her arms around her, contorting her body to allow her to move her arms back to the front of her body. Fuzzy appeared immensely impressed with the move and sat forward, a rather hopeful look on her face.

"You have a plan?"

"I'm forming one, yes. Step one is to get these restraints off of our arms. Next is to get the hell off this ship and to find the guys and our captains."

Fuzzy beamed. "Kris you peppy little spit-fuck you! I could kiss you!"

"I'd rather you not." Kris said on a laugh, grabbing the rope binding her wrists with her teeth, pulling at it. The men who had tied them up and left them there had stated that their Captain would be back at any time to deal with them. So she knew she only had a little while until he came waltzing in.

"What do you need me to do?" Fuzzy asked excitedly, watching Kris as she slowly undid the knot roughly binding her wrists.

"Right now, nothing. I just have to get this undone. When I get mine undone, I'll help you with yours."

"What then? Their captain should be here any minute."

The knot on Kris's wrist slowly unwound itself, and she pulled it delicately away from her wrists with a triumph grin on her face. "We need him to figure out where they took the boys."

Fuzzy looked slightly pensive. "You can't possibly think that he's just gonna tell us where they took them, do you?"

"Not willingly."

A wide grin spread across Fuzzy's face and she nodded. "I like you more and more by the minute."

Kris turned Fuzzy and began untying her wrists, a slight smile on her face. "Well I don't exactly suck right now." Quickly managing to free Fuzzy's wrists, the two looked around for weapons to arm themselves, but heard as footsteps began echoing just outside the room.

"What are we gonna do?"

Kris sat back in her original spot and held her hands behind her back. "Pretend your hands are still bound and then we're just gonna have to play it by ear after that."

The door opened slowly in front of them, a large protruding figure's shadow illuminating his form. But not enough for Kris to make out his face. She squinted her eyes against the harsh sunlight pouring in, trying to get a better look. But once the man stepped further into the room, Kris let out an audible gasp. Her eyes widened and she stared at the man, her mind racing. It couldn't be. It just wasn't possible.

Sterling stepped further into the cabin and closed the door behind him. "Why hello there."

"You…"

"Surprised to see me?" He asked, placing a bottle of whiskey he'd apparently been drinking on the table in front of them.

Kris narrowed her eyes, trying not to look as surprised as she felt. "So it was you."

Sterling shrugged and let out a laugh. "You can say that to a certain degree."

"You did all of this."

"Oh come now, you don't think that I did all of this now do you?"

"It certainly looks that way from where I'm sitting."

Fuzzy looked at Kris with a confused look on her face. "Kris? Who is this? You know him?"

"I've had the misfortune of meeting him once before, yes. Fuzzy, this is Captain Sterling."

"Wait! This is Captain Sterling?! Wait a minute! I thought his ship was already taken over! This doesn't make any sense!"

"Well, you are correct in that regard." Sterling answered looking rather amused.

Kris tried desperately to keep her composure, but wanting more than anything to jump up and pummel the smirk right off his face. "What do you mean?"

Sterling let out another laugh and pulled a chair over in front of the two, plopping down in it and leaning down towards them. "My ship was indeed taken over."

"Then what the hell are you doing here?"

"Well, after my ship was taken over, I made a deal with the traders. They let me go, I help them get Morgan, Alan, and the rest of your crews. Their heads are worth a hell of a lot more than mine."

Fuzzy appeared appalled at his statement. "You sold out your own fellow pirates for your own hid?"

Sterling shrugged. "Well that, plus the satisfaction of taking down the Sirius once and for all. That alone was worth it."

"So they give you this little boat to sail off into the sunset then, huh?"

Sterling reached forward and took Kris's chin in his hand, squeezing it forcefully. "That's right. Well, now with the added bonus of two women, to do with as I please."

Kris could no longer contain her own anger, and she made her move. When Sterling released her chin, turning around to grab the bottle of whiskey he'd placed on the table, she jumped up and kicked out at his chair. Knocking it over, and sending a startled Sterling to the floor. Fuzzy followed Kris's lead and jumped up, grabbing a knife on the table and bringing it down to Sterling, holding it against the side of his neck before he even had a chance to process what had even happened.

Kris smirked at Fuzzy, placing her hands on her hips. "Nice job, I'm impressed."

"You should be." Fuzzy replied, fluffing up her hair exaggeratedly with her free hand.

Turning her attention back to Sterling, she grinned. "Now, I think you were just about to tell us where the hell those traders took our friends."

Sterling hissed venomously at her like a serpent. "What the hell makes you think I'm going to tell you anything bitch?"

Kris exchanged a look with Fuzzy, who then pressed the knife harder against his throat, causing him to wince. "Because we'll kill you if you don't."