Sam awoke groggily, her eyes unfocused as she opened them. She blinked several times, and went to use her hands to rub them, but found herself to bring them forward. After a moment of confusion, she quickly realized that her wrists were bound down at her sides. Instantly alert, her groggy eyes focused on the bedroom she now found herself in. She was lying on a large mattress, her body propped up against the headboard and her arms bound down at her sides by the posts. It certainly wasn't her and Eduardo's room, nor any room on the Sirius for that matter. She struggled against the restraints at her hands, but with no prevail. The back of her neck began to throb dully, and she stopped.

The room was quite large, she noticed. Intricate decorations lavished the walls, rich reds and royal blues spread across the wall paper. She knew she had to be on a ship, as she could still feel the steady rocking underneath her. The room had to have belonged to the captain of the ship, as it was much larger than most rooms on a ship would be. Morgan's room wasn't quite as large as this one, but it was also considerably larger than everyone else's on board. Elaborate furniture were placed about the room, dark wood furniture that reminded her of the kind of furniture you would find in a mansion.

She tried to remember what had happened last night, but her mind was still foggy. She remembered something slamming up against the back of her neck, which had knocked her unconscious. Other than that right now it was a tad bit fuzzy. Her mind was jarred, and as much as her neck was throbbing at that point, she was almost afraid she wouldn't remember. She felt the familiar kicking in her belly, and whimpered when she was unable to reach down to rub her belly, to comfort the little kicker inside.

Slowly, as she sat back against the bed frame, her memory from last night began to come back to her. She remembered being in bed asleep with Eduardo, and woke up to a noise. Eduardo had gone outside to check to see what the noise was and… Panic slammed into her as she remembered seeing Eduardo's unconscious body lying on the ground in the hallway. She hoped that he was alright, and then as she remembered the words whispered in her ear, right before she'd fallen unconscious, tears began to fall from her eyes. She was on the Rika. As she looked over at the nightstand, and saw the familiar captain's hat lying on it, it only confirmed it for her. She sobbed as she ripped at the cords holding her down.

The door began to open, and Sam instantly froze, watching as Alan stepped inside the room. He grinned at her and closed the door behind him. His eyes leered at her as he walked into the room, towards her. As he skulked towards her, he looked a lot more terrifying than the last she'd seen him. He looked angrier, scarier. She couldn't put her finger on what it was exactly, but as she would normally have written off as a bumbling moron, she could feel as his intent glare went through her, and for the first time she was genuinely afraid of Alan.

"Well hello my pearl. How are you feeling?" He asked, sitting on the bed next to her.

Sam recoiled and tried to move away from him. "Shitty. How do you think I'm doing?"

He chuckled. "Well at least you're home now my pearl."

"I'm not home you sick bastard. Where the hell is the Sirius?"

Alan sighed. "I understand you must be confused, but you no longer have to be around those terrible pirates."

"I'm not confused," she growled, "you kidnapped me from the Sirius."

Alan placed a hand on her leg, to which she tried to shake loose. "I saved you from the Sirius my dear. And I see that dreadful eye-patch man did this to you." Alan gestured to her swollen belly. He went to place a hand on her belly, but she again moved out of his grasp. She didn't want this horrible man touching where her child rested. She went to retort something nasty back at him, but held her tongue as he looked up at her. His smile was soft but his eyes were hard as he leaned in towards her.

"But not to worry my dear. I will not touch you until that thing is out of you. Then once we dispose of it, we can be together at last." He said quietly. She looked at him with horror as he stood back up. He grabbed what looked like a handkerchief from his nightstand and went back over to her. He grabbed her chin and forced the handkerchief into her mouth, gagging her. With a smile, he then walked back to the door, and exited. She sobbed as the door clicked shut behind him, and she heard his footsteps disappear down the hallway.

She had to get out of here. The tone of his voice as he had implied what he was going to do with her child had sent a chill up her spine, and she wanted to be as far away as she could possibly get. She had no idea where Eduardo or the other Sirius pirates were, but if she knew Eduardo, they wouldn't be too far away. She continued to sob as she frantically tried to position her hands in a position that would allow her to undo the ties. She dug her feet down into the mattress and lifted her body as high as she could, to see if she could relax the stress on her bounds. The bounds started to become limp, and Sam held her position, quickly seeing if she could reach one hand over to the other, and untie it.

She fought ferociously with the ties for several long moments, before she finally felt as the one around her left wrist went slack. She pulled it forward and flexed her fingers, relieving the numbness in her hand. Pulling the gag from her mouth, she spun around and went about untying her other arm. Releasing it from its bounds, she sprung off the bed. She needed a weapon if she had any chance of getting out of here. She trifled through Alan's drawers on his nightstand, seeing if he had any weapons. Unable to find any, she continued her search through the other containers in the room. She ripped drawers from their cabinets, threw containers to the floor.

Finally, upon finding a secret cabinet Alan had behind a painting hanging against the wall, she found one of his swords. Snatching it from its holder, she gripped it tightly and made her way to the door. There wasn't really any place she could go while on the Rika, but she could keep herself locked in the room until the Sirius came for her, which she knew it would. As she locked the door and pressed a chair up against the doorknob, she remembered what Eduardo had told Daniel right before he was arrested. She held out hope that he would be able to find her, and that he would be there quickly.

Holding the sword firmly in her grasp, she sat down in one of the chairs in the corner of the room, on the far end away from the door. She wanted to keep a firm watch of that door, in case Alan tried to return. At least now she had a weapon she could use if he did make it in. A sharp pain swiftly wracked through her body and she clenched her teeth as she rode it out. It went away as quickly as it came, and she tacked it up as stress, not thinking much of it.

Suddenly, the ship rocked violently, and she grabbed a hold of the bed post to prevent herself from falling to the floor. When the ship finally steadied, she looked up at the tiny window by Alan's bed. She smelled smoke as she made her way towards the chair. The window was high up, and without some sort of boost, she wouldn't be able to see. Quickly pulling the chair over to the window, she stood on the top of the chair to peer through, to see a ship firing cannon's on the Rika. She sobbed in relief as the ships flags flying high in the air. She'd recognize those flags anywhere. The Sirius had never looked so beautiful to her as she watched as it came closer and closer to the Rika.

Another wave of pain slammed into her as she stood on the chair, and she hastily lowered herself back down to the floor. The pain was increasingly worse, and she grabbed her belly as she tried to pant her way through the pain. It was when she felt a warm liquid spreading down her thighs that she realized what was happening.

"Oh for the love of God," She moaned as she stumbled back, lowering herself back into the chair, "you have the worst timing sweetie." She tasted blood in her mouth as she bit her lip to contain her screams, gripping the sword tightly in her hands as she tried to ride out the wave of pain.