Without thinking about it, I flung open the door. George was standing with his gun out, breathing heavily. Hatred twisted his features and smoke was rising from the barrel of his gun. Jack was on the floor. He was completely unharmed, the bullet had missed him and he was trying desperately to scramble to his feet before George could pull the trigger again. My scream startled George, which gave me enough time to push myself between Jack and the gun.

"Isabel! NO!" Jack shouted from behind me. He tried to pull me out of the way, but I just pushed him back down again.

"Jack! RUN!" I told him.

"NO. ISABEL MOVE!" he tried to lunge past me. I stopped him and faced George. The gun was inches from my face. I did my best not to flinch. George was pale and his eyes had widened.

"P-P-pregnant…" he stammered.

"Put the gun down," I said firmly as his hand started to shake. Jack got up slowly and stood beside me. I put my arms out to hold him back. Jack was shaking.

"How are you…" George didn't seem to have heard me. "How are you so pregnant?"

"The gun," I said again, slowly, "put it down."

"But… you're…" George continued to gawp at me and state the obvious, even though I was fully aware that my body was eight months pregnant. There would have been something seriously wrong if I hadn't noticed. Jack took full advantage of George's shock to knock the gun from his hand. Anger contorted George's features again and his hand flew to the hilt of his sword. Just as he started to unsheathe it, the building we were in shook and began to crumble as something huge slammed in to the side of it. I screamed. Jack snatched me up in his arms and we staggered backwards, away from George. There was another large tremor as the building was hit again. This blow was accompanied by a terrible roar and outside the window I glimpsed a flash of fire. We tumbled to the ground and Jack used his body to shield mine. I could hear loud crashes all around us as parts of the roof and floors above us stared caving in. I felt Jack pull me so that we were both lying in an open doorway. The air filled with dust and debris and then the building became still again. I looked up. Parts of the roof were strewn across the whole corridor that we had just been lying in.

"Belle, are you alright?" Jack's voice was full of urgency. I turned to look at him. He winced as he tried to prop himself up on his elbow. I sat up and looked him over. A small patch of blood seeped into the shirt on his back. I lifted it up. Something had struck him when the roof was caving in and now he had a cut just under his right shoulder blade. "I'm fine," he said. "Don't fuss."

"I'm your wife, I'll fuss if I want to," we both tried not to smile. I helped him to his feet. Something moved in the corridor. I turned. Jack's grip on me tightened.

"Nyssa…" I breathed a sigh of relief. "Are you alright?" Her young face smiled as her old eyes fixed on mine.

"Yes," she nodded, turning to Jack and pulling a small, grey stone from her pocket. "You'll need this," she said, more to me than to him. "Let me see his back."

"Err… who is this?" Jack shifted uncomfortably as I showed Nyssa his wound.

"It's okay, Jack," I laughed at his concern over the six year old who was trying to patch him up. "She's a friend."

Nyssa broke off a piece of the stone and crumbled it in her hands. She reached up and threw it directly in to the cut. Jack gave a start and a gasp rose from his throat. He squeezed his eyes shut for a second. I took his hand, immediately concerned. His eyes opened and he straightened up, smiling. He tested his back.

"Oh, that's so much better," he sighed. I looked at his back. The wound was completely gone, leaving his skin smooth and untouched. There was only a crimson bloodstain left to show that it had ever existed. There was another sound in the corridor. Jack's focus immediately snapped back. "George," he whispered, pushing me behind him with a protective arm and reaching for his pistol with his free hand. He took a tentative peek around the doorframe. I kept my eyes trained on him, waiting for his reaction. To see him relax was the last thing I expected. What did this mean? Was George dead? How would I feel if he was? After all the damage he had caused I knew I should hate him, and I did. But that didn't mean that I wanted him dead. He had been one of my best friends during my childhood and I wasn't sure if I could handle seeing him dead. I couldn't bring myself to look in to the corridor.

"What is it?" I asked tentatively.

"Nothing," Jack replied. "He's not here."

I peeked around the door. The corridor was full of rubble and debris, but it was free of bodies. I felt a little relieved, but also incredibly concerned as to where George was, if not here. I prefer people who are out to kill my husband to stay where I can keep an eye on them.

"Where is he?" I whispered. Jack shrugged.

"It doesn't matter, all that matters is that he's not near you," he tugged on my hand. "C'mon."

He led me out in to the corridor. I kept looking around us to check for George, but there was absolutely no trace of him. Nyssa followed on behind us, ever watchful and always protective. "Where are we going?" I asked, as the corridor curved. We had to pick our way over the rubble on the ground. The floor beneath us did not feel at all secure.

"I don't know…" Jack admitted. "We need to get you somewhere safer."

He sped up as we neared the staircase. Isaacio was running up towards us. "There's others," he panted. "There's another lot of them."

"What?" I started to feel sick as the noise levels outside dramatically increased. I glanced at Jack. He was pale.

"Blackbeard," he gulped. Isaacio took my other arm and he and Jack began to run, dragging me down the stairs. We reached the first floor, the corridors got darker. Isaacio opened up a room on my right and they bundled me in.

"Nyssa!" he snapped. She stepped forward. "You know what to do."

She nodded and Isaacio shut the door. She raised a hand and the door began to glow golden around the edges. There was a crack as parts of the wall around the doorframe grew in to the wood of the door. The glowing stopped and we were sealed in. It made me feel incredibly uncomfortable, being shut off from Jack all over again was not ideal, but I understood why it was happening. The room we were in was dark and cold. A breeze on my neck alerted me to the open window behind us. I went to shut it. The ground was shaking again, but more gently than before. They were like giant footsteps, which made everything shake ever so slightly. As I shut the window and looked outside I saw that that was indeed what it was. A giant, scaly, winged monster was patrolling the city. Its giant foot came into view and I froze, swallowing back a scream. It roared and the air was full of flames. I clamped a hand over my own mouth. Nyssa pulled me back from the window. The beast passed and I let out all the breath I'd been holding in.

I felt like crying. Jack had to face that kind of thing ? God knows what else was out there…

Now that the window was shut the room seemed a lot more still. And far less cold. I was aware of an odd burning smell in the air and a strange glow. I couldn't work out where it was coming from. "What is this… Blackbeard?" Nyssa asked me.

"He's… he's…" I searched for appropriate words to describe Blackbeard.

"He's right here," said a deep voice from the corner of the room. I screamed and whipped round to look. From out of the shadowy corner stepped a man so terrifying it seemed as if he, himself, was made of pure darkness. The tips of his bushy, raven beard were glowing with fire, which cast sinister shadows onto his twisted features. His eyes were wide, wild. His teeth were bared in a crooked and evil smile. He towered over me. I reached for my sword and then my pistol before realising that I had neither. I backed away from him, bumping into Nyssa. "Ye know where the Fountain is?" he asked.

I nodded. "Yes."

"Take me," he ordered. Nyssa and I exchanged a look. He drew his gun. "Take me to it."

I made no move, but Nyssa turned and reversed whatever she had done to the door. Her eyes were serious. She nodded to me and I moved shakily towards the door. Blackbeard grabbed me and placed his gun to my throat. His beard singed the back of my neck. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out. We moved slowly out of the room and along the corridor until we reached the big hall with the Fountain in the middle. He chuckled when he saw it.

"Good girls," he muttered. I heard his gun click and even though we had done what he asked I knew that he was about to shoot anyway. I tugged on his arm, trying to pull it away from my throat.

"NO!" I heard a voice. Jack's. I tried to twist myself around so that I could see him, so that I could feel safe. Blackbeard had heard him too. He turned. Jack and Isaacio were some distance away, fighting Redcoats and pirates I did not recognise on the steps where we had first met Isaacio. They started running. Isaacio's hands were outstretched. A strong force knocked us both back. Blackbeard seemed to bear the full force of whatever Isaacio had caused to happen. He let go of me and his gun.

Jack's shouts rang in my ears. "RUN ISABEL. RUN." I scrambled up and started running towards Jack. Jack had his pistol out, he was simultaneously trying to run to me and aim his shot at Blackbeard. I glanced behind me. Blackbeard had rolled over and was reaching for his own pistol. He was grinning in Jack's direction, enjoying himself. I looked back to Jack, I shouted at him to be careful.

I heard the loud crack of a gunshot, felt a searing pain through my back and crumpled to the ground.

So... yeah. I might hide for a white.

Might not update.

Might be kidding.

Might not be.

Love you all.