Well, not much of a cliffhanger, 'cuz you get another update. But, you know. :) I really hope you enjoy. This is kinda based off Pirates of the Caribbean, this upcoming scene, but you know.

I do not know how long I was in the cell, I did not care to count. I did not want to think about Alfred's arrival, and counting would only make my misery worse. The monotonous hours of boredom were interrupted only by the governor's visits, bringing me food. I rarely ate, however, I did not have the stomach for it. How could I eat, when I knew every second I lived moved me one second closer to the death of my most dear friend and brother?

Then, he arrived. There were shouts, gunshots, and the like, and I closed my eyes, wishing it would all just end, that I would not have to watch my brother die. I did not get my wish.

I heard Alfred shouting my name, but did not respond. I did not want him to find me. I wanted him to return to the ship and leave this godforsaken town forever. Unfortunately, he found me on his own. "Amy! Amy! Are you alright?"

I opened my eyes and sat up, making eye-contact. I could not help myself and the tears began to flow. I began to sob. "Alfred, you have to get out of here. It is a trap! They have not harmed me in any way, they only want you and your crew! Alfred, you have to leave! Please!"

"Not without you, little sis."

He broke the door off its hinges and ran into the cell. He picked me up and frowned. "You've lost weight. Have they been feeding you?"

"I have eaten almost nothing since I came here because I knew you would come, and then you would die."

I began to cry harder, burying my face in his chest.

He smiled. "Don't worry. Me and the rest of the boys are here, and there is nobody who can stop us!"

I hit his chest. "That is what you do not get! I am bait! They set this trap a long time ago. They know your strengths, your weaknesses, they will capture all of you, and then you will all hang!"

He smiled. "Trust me."

I buried my face in his chest and he carried me out of the cell. He broke into a run, and I prayed that we would make it out alive. We did not.

He stopped abruptly and I heard the governor's voice. "Hello, Mr. Alfred Jones. Hand over your sister, you wouldn't want her getting hurt, and hand yourself in."

He growled, holding me closer. I looked up at him and said, "Alfred, you cannot win. I love you, I am so, so, sorry."

I extracted myself from his arms and landed on the floor, wobbling slightly. Not eating for that long had done a number on me. I walked towards the governor, then turned as they hand-cuffed Alfred. He was staring at me with a look of pure shock, mixed with betrayal. I choked on tears and turned away. I walked past the governor and he patted my shoulder. "Well done, my dear." I slapped his hand away, and glared at him through my tears. Mustering what dignity remained, I left, ignoring the cries as men fell, died, or were captured. I prayed all the pirates survived until their execution date.

But, I began formulating plan, and I just prayed I had enough time to make it work.

I got home, and began preparing.

I found some of Alfred's old clothes and put them on, after binding my chest. It would be much easier to sneak around in breeches – a skirt would only get in the way.

I packed a bag of necessities, and strapped on my sword, pistol, and knife. I looked in the mirror and sighed. My hair was a beautiful sandy color that fell in waves down to my waist. Taking a deep breath, I pulled out my sword and cut it off my my shoulders. I choked back a sob. My mother had loved playing with my hair, and so had my brothers. I swallowed the memories and gathered the cut hair up, throwing it into the trash.

I pulled the rest of my hair into a low ponytail and found an old, broad-brimmed hat of Alfred's. I looked in the mirror, and almost didn't recognize myself. I smirked and left the house, locking the doors behind me, leaving a note for the servants informing them that Mr. and Miss Jones were unlikely to ever return. I also wrote a letter addressed to Matthew, at his most recent location, letting him know that I was leaving the house with Alfred, and that I no longer needed monetary support, and that I loved him and wished him well.

I dropped that at the post, then went to the bank. I transferred all my funds to a bank in Switzerland where I knew it would be secure. Then, I made my way to the square and looked for the poster that I knew was going to be there. Sure enough, I found it. The date for their execution was tomorrow. I bought some food, and waited.

That night I made my way over to the docks and found the beauty that was Kirkland's ship. The Midnight Siren. It was a beautiful sloop-of-war, fully-rigged, with 20 guns. The hull and deck were clean, and the ropes and sails were in good repair. Kirkland took good care of his Lady.

With what little knowledge I had acquired from reading and from overhearing conversations from Alfred and his naval friends, I knew enough to begin to prepare the ship for a quick getaway.

When I did all I could, I slipped back into and entered the fort. I rigged a series of explosions, using black-powder I had taken from the Siren. Then, I took up a post near the hanging floor, sitting on the wall.

I shivered at the thought of seeing my brother and his friends hanging, and waited.

Cliffhanger. What happens next? You'll just have to wait for tomorrow, unless I get lots and lots of reviews. :)