In the morning I was awoken to Killian shuffling out of bed. I turn my head and see him putting his pants on then walk to the door; someone was knocking rapidly. He opens the door and leans out. I think it was Gibbs.
"What?" he says with a yawn. There were some murmurs and then I see Killian shut the door slowly. He stood there by the door for a moment and the pounds his fist on the door. I sit up surprised.
"What's wrong?" I ask. He turns and starts walking to his scattered cloths on the floor.
"It's fucking Fletcher." He grunts pulling his shirt over his head.
"What?!" I say shocked.
"He's caught up, and he's close." He just continues getting dressed rapidly. I get up and begin getting dressed as well.
"What are we gonna do?" I ask while finish dressing.
"I'm gonna go deal with the bastard, you are gonna stay in here, and hide as well as possible."
"Hide?" I say annoyed.
"Yes, hide. His men check over the entire ship looking for things worth value in case we've hidden them. If he finds you, he'll take you." He walks over and places his hands firmly on my shoulders giving instructions. "So if you're caught, say you're a whore we picked up from a port, for the crew, and I'll handle the rest."
"Alright, just go, the crews in need of you." I place my hands on his cheeks and bring his lips to mine. He wraps his arms around my waist and we give one another a long lasting kiss. We part and he rushes out the door. I begin looking around the room for a place to hide. There was a small wardrobe? No, too small. The tub? No, too predictable. I guess under the bed. It's big enough to fit under, and the skirt of the bed would keep me hidden. I go to the bed and stuff myself under. Now I wait.

I was under that god awful mattress for about half an hour. All I could do was listen, and wait. I heard the shouts, and footsteps of the crew running around frantically. The ship had come to a slow stop. Suddenly, everything got quiet aboard. But then there were shouts from a distance, and the rustling started up again. It was Fletchers crew, they had begun there search of the ship. The cabin door burst open. I jumped startled, and held my hand over my mouth to silent my breathing. I heard there stomps around the cabin, and there mumbled voices. They were ravaging through everything; sounds of objects being shoved to the floor.
"You found anything?" I hear a voice say.
"No." says another. "Check over there." I hear footsteps slowly get closer, but the curtain prevented me from seeing where they were exactly. But they were close. It got quiet. I heard no voices, no footsteps, nothing. But my scream would break the silence. I feel hands grab my ankles and yank me from underneath the bed. I'm greeted by 3 men, all grabbing at me.
"Ah-ha! Look at this!" snickers one in my ear. I pull, and shove, but there strong grips, and wandering hands are too much. I'm pulled out the door, and on to the deck. Once my eyes adjust to the light, I see the deck crowed with men. It was a combination of Killians crew, and Fletchers. I'm tugged over to the side of the ship, where I see the back of a man wearing a long dark teal coat, and feathered hat.
"Cap'n! Look what we found hidin' in Jones' cabin." I'm pushed at the anonymous man. The muttering on the deck has now quiet down to listen in. My eyes wander the crowd of men, and look for Killian, but then my eyes are on the figure in front of me. He was mid forty's or fifty's, tall, with rugged features, and dark eyes; Fletcher. He looked at me for a moment, and then a smile crept across his face. It ran shivers through my body. All I wanted was to be in Killians arms.
"So, Jones," Fletcher says. "Who is this lovely creature?" I look over to see Killian, make his way through the crowd to Fletcher and I. He locks eyes with me, but holds a very relaxed look. He looks to Fletcher.
"Who, this? This is Mary." He says crossing his arms nonchalantly. "Just a whore we picked up in Tortuga."
"Ah." He says. "And she means something to you does she?"
"Me? Nah." He says waving his hand as if dismissing the idea. "I got her for the crew."
"The crew?" he says with a non-believing smile. He takes a few steps till he is standing behind me. "You do realize what you're telling me Jones." Killian raises an eyebrow. "You're saying that you bring aboard this beautiful," My eyes shut in discomfort as I feel his hands rest on my hips, and slowly move on body, as he continues. "Lush, tight little thing, and you're not tempted to throw her on your bed?" I open my eyes and look at Killian. The crew may not be able to see it, Fletcher may not be able to see it, but I do; Killians absolute rage. I can tell he is using every bit of his strength not to do something. The man he hates touching his girl. But doing something would only ruin everything. He breaks his silence with his devilish smirk.
"Oh, trust me, Fletcher, I was tempted. But it just so happens I've got a lass waiting for me in London…" His eyes flicker to me for a moment, I feel butterflies in my stomach, and fight back a smile. "Emily's her name." Fletcher releases from me and walks back over to Killian.
"Is that so?" he says suspiciously. "The infamous, womanizing, heartless Killian Jones has found love?" he places his hand on his head mockingly. "I think I may faint." Killian gives a slight smile.
"Your funny, but let's get down to business." Killians says, and looks at him with serious eyes. "What do you want?"
"Well isn't it obvious?" Fletcher says and walks over to my side, and wraps his arm around my waist. "I want her." My eyes fling open, and twist out of his grip.
"No." I say leaning as far away from him as possible. Killian walks over to Fletcher, and places a hand on his shoulder.
"No, you can have her." I suddenly remembered what Killian said in his cabin, and that was to let him do the talking. "My crew and I will just pick up a new one at the next port. We're in need of fresh meat anyway." Killian leans over in a hushed tone to Fletchers ear. "I think this one might be spreading something among the boys." He walks over to Gibbs and acts like he's leaning on him but actually gives his arm a bit of a squeeze. "Gibbs here has been itching for weeks." Gibbs gave Fletcher an uncomfortable look. I was hoping Fletcher would let it go there, but he looks suspicious. Was he onto us? He nods to me.
"This one doesn't seem to wanna go though." His eyes pierce me as if he was examining me to see if I'm lying. "Why don't you wanna go? Hm? Have you fallen for a crew member?" he circles me like a shark preparing to attack it's pray. "Have you fallen for your captain?"
"Enough games Fletcher-" Killian steps in, but Fletcher brings his hand up as if blocking his words.
"Answer me lassie." I look at Killian, as he eyes me instructions.
"No." I gulp. "The captain means nothing to me."
"Nothing at all?" he says almost whispering.
"Nothing." I say trying to hold back a hiss. He's looking so deep into my eyes it hurts. He's looking for the truth. The ship was silent for what seems like forever, until the corner of Fletchers mouth twitches to a smirk.
"So if he means nothing to you…" he says walking towards Killian. "Then tell me how you feel about this." The next thing I know, Killian give out a loud painful groan, and is bending over, his beautiful face now covered with pain. Fletchers moves out of the way to reveal a dagger, lodged into Killians chest. My heart felt like it stopped, and I felt my eyes begin to burn with tears. It happened so fast, I didn't even have time to think.
"Killian!" I yelp. I rush over to his side, and then carefully remove the dagger; I take his face into my hands. As I look into his painfully blue eyes, I realized what I had done. As we stare at each other with sorrow, Fletchers wicked laugh breaks our trance.
"I knew it! This must be your precious Emily." He bends over towards us; his smirk then fades into a glare. "And you tried to keep her from me?" he hisses. Fletcher sneers, and then looks towards his men, who had their swords and guns pointed to Killians crew. He whistles over the three men who had taken me from Killians cabin. "Gents. Take her." The next thing I knew, I was being pulled away from him. But Killian and I wouldn't let go of one another. He brings out a pistol and shoots one of the men pulling me away. But is then gets kicked hard in the side, losing his gun; our hands are torn apart. All hell broke loose. The crews started fighting one another, while Fletcher made his way back to his ship. I was getting pulled further and further away from him.
"Killian!" I yell sobbing. "Please, Killian! Don't let them!" I was hysterical. I was literally being torn away from the man I loved. "Please!"
"Fletcher, you fucking bastard!" Killian screamed. I could see the pain he was in, but he still dragged himself as fast as he possibly could; but it was too late. I was being carried across the plank onto Fletchers ship when I heard his cold response.
"Congratulations, Jones," he says standing proudly on the ships side rail, as his men fight their way back onto the ship. "Our debt is settled." We locked eyes. I looked at him with eyes full of sorrow, but also forgiveness. It wasn't his fault I was being taken. I was the one who snuck onto his ship in the first place. It was worth it though. I found love; Killian was the adventure I had been craving. Out of nowhere, the feeling of something hard hits my head, and my world fades black. The last thing I hear is him yelling my name.