Warning: Torture in this chapter, and someone dies.

I stayed down stairs with Tituba all day, hearing Fletchers muffled screams. Gibbs came down to the kitchen and I asked what Killian had been doing to him since I left. He told me after I left Killian tied Fletcher against the mast and had him flogged. The lashes were delivered using the Cat'o Nine tails, which was a whip made of leather. The Cat had nine long lashes each with at least three blood knots tied into them, referred to as its tails. He was whipped 40 times from top to bottom, then had hands full of salt thrown at his wounds. He would have been whipped more, but it would have killed him, and Killian wanted him dead by his own hands. And now, he was handcuffed to the mast, with a noose around his neck. The noose was tied above him, so if someone pulled on the rope it would become tighter and harder to breathe. This was forcing him to stand, unless his legs gave out, and because of his wounds, I'm assuming it wouldn't be long before they did. Having heard enough, I decided to go see Killian. I made my way up the stairs, and on to the deck. It was now night fall, and the deck was lit up by lanterns. I avoid looking at the main mast where Fletcher was. I also avoided where I stepped; the deck was full of blood stains. The men were attending their duties, except for the few assisting Killian in the torture. I make my way towards up the stairs, and find him talking to quartermaster.
"Killian," I say catching his attention. A smile spreads on his face, and he meets me half way, and lifts me into his arms, and kisses me. After he puts me down and our lips separate, I stare at him. He was glowing. Was he really having that much fun? "You seem happy." I say.
"Love, I've never been happier." He wraps his arms around my waist pulling me flush against him. "I've got my girl, my crew, my ship, and my enemy's head about to be on a silver platter."
"Alright, you've had your fun; can we please just get this over with so we can move on? Please?" I ask. I may seem like I'm showing sympathy towards Fletcher, I'm not. I hate him almost as much as Killian does. But every moment he is on this ship, it's a reminder of the past that I want forget, which I can't do if I see his face every time I come on the main deck.
"Don't worry, I'm killing him now." He says assuring. He walks past me and down the stairs to Fletcher. He takes hold of the rope, and gives it tug forcing him to look at Killian. "Ready Fletcher?"
"For what?" he spits out angrily.
"Well first you going to apologize to my Emily, then we'll see how I'll escort your execution. Whether it's quick, or painfully slow." Killian hisses in his ear. "Now," He gives the rope another harsh tug. "Apologize." Quartermaster leads me down the stairs, and I walk slowly over to Fletcher. If looks could kill I'd be dead, because not even my father gave me a look like he did. I waited, but nothing came out. He wasn't going to apologize. I wasn't surprised nor did I care. I wouldn't accept his apology even if he meant it. I broke the silence.
"I told you, you would regret it." I say. The felt the fire in his eyes.
"YOU BITCH!" he screams. I just stare at him. He could have had an easy way out, but like all men, was stubborn. "YOU FUCKING WHORE." Killian had none of it. He cut the rope down and grabbed Fletchers shoulder, shoving him with all his strength against the side of the ship. Killian removed his pistol, and shot 4 times. He shot both his shoulders, and both his legs. Fletcher screamed in pain. I turned and buried face in quartermasters arm.
"TOSS HIM!" Two crew members ran over hauling Fletcher to his feet. For a brief moment Fletcher and Killian faced each other for the very last time. "I'll just let the sharks take care of you." Killian says wearing a victorious grin. Fletcher was flipped backwards over the railing, entering the water with a loud splash. Once I hear that I turn, from quartermaster and run to Killian, throwing myself in his arms. Tears slowly flowed from my eyes. I was relieved it was over with. The bastard's out of our lives, and I couldn't be more grateful for Killian. He fought for me, protected me. He did whatever was needed to ensure us happiness, and freedom. And that's exactly what I felt; free.

I don't think we could have been happier these last couple days. Life really couldn't get any better; or at least I thought it couldn't…
I was in Killians cabin, sitting on his bed reading a book, when I hear the door creak open, and Killian walks in. He greets me with a smirk, closing the door behind him. I close my book and put it on the bedside table.
"Hey." I smile, watching him walk towards me slowly. He held something behind his back. I sit forward curious. "What do you have there?" I ask. He cocks his head, and shrugs, with a mischievous look. I slip off the bed, and walk toward him. "What? Are you going to make me fight you for it?" I laugh, and go to reach behind his back, but he turns the other way. I go to reach to the other side, and he pulls away again. I wrap both my arms around him now, my hands searching for whatever he held behind him. I halt when his lips come down and capture mine. I stop reaching, and bring my hands rest on his chest. I suddenly feel him slip something small into my hand. I pull away and glance down to my hand. I slowly open it up, and there lies a ring; an absolutely gorgeous ring. My breath is caught in my chest. Was he…? I look up, to watch him slowly get down on one knee.
"Will you marry me?"

Writers Note: Okay guys, unfortunately the story's winding down. We could have two or three more chapters, depending whether you guys want a honey moon scene. As you can tell I'm not the best smut writer, haha! So please review and tell me if you'd like a honey moon scene. Thanks! :)