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Chapter Eleven-

Kate knew she was losing a lot of blood. The stab wounds were shallow, but there were a lot of them. She held her hands on her side, trying to keep the wounds from opening up any further, her ribs complaining loudly.

Breathing hurt.

Thinking hurt.

Kate closed her eyes as she heard footsteps approach her cabin. She didn't have the strength to call out to whoever it was.

Her fingers were cold.

Her body was going numb.

Her door opened, knocking her legs out of the way, jolting her wounded body. She moaned through stiff lips. Someone dropped down beside her, smoothing away her blonde hair.

"Kate? Kate, it's Alex. Can you tell me who did this?" Asked Alex. Kate tried to move her mouth.

"L…la…" She sighed and took another breath, wincing as her ribs shifted.

"Lachlan…" she breathed. The pain finally got to her, and she passed out. Alex tried to wake her, his hands trembling, but he had no luck. He stood up and left Kate's room. He glanced around, looking for a sailor he could trust.

"Patterson!" He called, seeing Jamie appear out of the galley.

"Sir?" He questioned. He noticed the blood on Taylor's clothing and hands, and stepped closer.

"I need you to get someone down here to help. Anyone; Slinger, Bird, Flash, anyone who's available," said Alex, shaking a little. Jamie nodded and disappeared down the corridor. Alex returned to Kate's room, and took one of her hands in his, squeezing it tight.

He needed her to survive.

After a few moments alone, he heard a knock on the door.

"Taylor, it's Charlie. What's going on?" She asked. He pulled the door open for her, and Charlie dropped to her knees.

"What happened?" She whispered.

"I don't know; she passed out before I could ask her," replied Alex. Charlie pulled out an IV kit and hooked it up to Kate.

"Put this on your shoulder, and make sure it doesn't fall," said Charlie firmly. Alex nodded, resting the saline bag on his shoulder. Charlie rolled Kate carefully, and strapped the wounds closed as well as holding her ribs in place.

"She's lost a lot of blood. Who was in here with her?" Asked Charlie.

"Lachlan. She said Lachlan," replied Alex.

"You mean Noble?" Asked Charlie. Alex shrugged.

"I suppose."

"You need to go find him then. I'll stay with Kate, and I'll get Jamie to stand guard." Alex nodded, and quickly kissed Kate's forehead.

"Stay safe," he whispered.

Dutchy was hunting down Alexei.

She had to pay, and he knew she was involved.

He didn't understand how, and his goal was to find her, and work out what the hell was going on.

He checked compartments, cabins, the galley.

He found her on the boat deck, a gun hanging from her hand.

"Why did you do it?" He called. She spun around, raising the gun and pointing it at Dutchy.

"This doesn't concern you Dutchy," she said quietly.

"If you're putting the lives of crew members in danger, then it does. You know that Alexei," said Dutchy calmly.

"You really want to know why I did it?" She asked.

"I asked, didn't I?"

"Because John should never have died, especially in Navy care, yet somehow the Hammersley crew were negligent enough to let him die! My brother should never have been subjected to that kind of torture; he was a good sailor, and I could rely on him for anything. Commander Flynn took him away from me! After I got my letter of acceptance into the Navy, I changed my last name, made sure I wouldn't be noticed. No-one really knew John's family, so I was in the clear. A few years after that, I met Lachlan, and a year later we were married. We started planning after that. All he wanted to do was make me happy. Revenge made me happy, making sure you all got the retribution you deserved for letting John die." Lex stopped speaking as Lachlan joined her on the deck, also pointing a rifle at Dutchy. Dylan noticed the blood on Lachlan almost instantly.

"What did you do Noble?" Called Dutchy.

"I made sure the last woman that ever saw John alive paid for her actions; Kate's dead Dutchy, and there's nothing you can do about it. Every one of those crew members on this ship have been injured; they should have died, but you were too close. The Hammersley has sunk; finally resting on the bottom of the ocean floor. We win Dutchy. We have our closure, our payment for everything that happened. All you have now is a ship full of injured crew members and some explaining to do when you make it back to port," sneered Lachlan. Dutchy pulled his weapon out, pointing it at Lex, and Lachlan stepped in front of her, protecting her.

"Oh no. That would be too easy!" Exclaimed Lachlan.

"I was never intending to find the easy way out; I just need to find a way for both of you to be in cuffs and trapped in austere," replied Dutchy.

"Sometimes you don't always get what y…" A single gunshot was heard, and Lachlan was silenced. He had a moment to look down at his chest, where a single gunshot wound was gushing blood.

It had gone straight through his heart and out the other side.

Into Alexei.

The two sailors fell to the deck, blood still pumping. In minutes, it had ceased.

And they were dead.

Dutchy looked around wildly for the source of the shot, and glanced up to the upper deck.

Taylor.

Dutchy crossed over to the two fallen sailors, and checked each for a pulse; both had no pulse.

Definitely dead.

Dutchy glanced up at Taylor.

"You've got to be able to help me explain this to NAVCOM," said Dutchy.

"I will, but you've got to get us back there first. And fast," added Taylor.

"On it. Get Dodger to radio ahead and I'll make sure the medical teams are arranged." Taylor's face paled, and Dutchy noticed.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Kate."