Miss Fortune leapt for one of the crates, hiding behind it as gunfire sounded everywhere. Never trust a man to play fair, She thought as she fired back at the offending pirates.

The deal she initially wanted to make had gone awry, the opposing party decided to get greedy and demand more from her. Obviously, she had refused, and the men were quick to draw weapons.

A chunk of the crate she was hiding behind got blown off as one of the opposing pirates tried to get a shot at her. Gritting her teeth, she fired back and smiled as she heard a cry of pain.

Before long, the gunfire ceased. Fortune assumed her own crew and the opposing party were reloading and took a quick peek. Indeed, the opposing party was reloading their weapons. Miss Fortune smiled as she aimed her gun at one of them, suddenly glad that the gunfire had been so intense that she hadn't gotten too many chances to return fire, but a voice cut through the air. "Fortune! You will not fire unless you want your quarter master dead!" Miss Fortune tilted her head sideways, quickly scanning through the crowd before her eyes landed on her quarter master being held in the hands of some bastard with a knife to his throat.

"Drop your weapons." The man holding the quarter master growled. Fortune rose from her hiding place, arms raised in surrender. "Now boys, we can talk about this." Another pirate from the opposing party scoffed. "You're right, we can talk." He approached Fortune. "Give us all your stuff. We're gonna have to kill one of you for going against us, but that's the best offer we can give." Fortune gave an incredulous look. "Perhaps we can have another way of settling this." She tried to reason.

"Sorry. Our way is the only way," The pirate replied nonchalantly. "No negotiations. Now," he took the knife from his comrade and held it to the quarter master's gut. "If you would be so kind as to slide your little toys to us, all of you." Fortune frowned. Surrender was one of the biggest things she hated. That had a spot right next to Gangplank in her list of what she hated most.

Still, she didn't want to lose a good man, and maybe if she complied now, she could buy herself some breathing time to get her whole crew to safety. Swallowing her pride, she put her guns onto the wooden floor and pushed them to where the opposing pirates were. The rest of her crew followed her lead, grumbling angrily. But none of them blamed her. They were like a family, and couldn't risk losing one another. Hopefully, their reliable captain had another trick up her sleeve.

The pirate holding the knife smiled and returned the knife to his comrade. "Thank you, now." He picked up one of the guns. "All of you, kneel." Fortune made a hand gesture for her crew to do as the man said, but just as she was about to follow his instruction, he said, "Not you. I want to know how big of a fish we've got this time." He pointed the gun at Fortune. "Show me the insides of your ship. Now." Fortune grit her teeth as he approached her. As he neared her, he fired at the floor without warning. "Move." He commanded, and Fortune turned and led him inside the ship.

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The pirate whistled as he looked around. "Well, slap me twice and call me Jessie, this is some good stuff you got here." Fortune stayed silent, not wanting to say too much. She hesitated when her eyes met the door to her master bedroom at the end of the short hallway, which was currently containing someone she held dear to her heart.

Luckily, she had some other rooms to go through, and that would buy her some time to warn the person in her room to hide or try and sneak to a better hiding place. The man pressed the cold barrel of her own gun, her mother's gun, to her back. "Move it, missus Fortune." He said, prompting the redhead to move forward, silently cursing the man and his crew under her breath.

As she went through the contents each room held, she heard no sound from her sleeping room. Either her lover could move silently, or she hadn't even woken up, and the person she was thinking off was uncharacteristically silent when she was asleep. Regardless, Fortune's worries increased as the two went through room after room. Finally, it all came down to Fortune's own sleeping quarters.

The man clapped his hands. "It must be my birthday or somethin'," He said, rubbing his hands together. "I have a whole ship full of treasures, and everyone says that the captain's lounge has the greatest treasures of it all." Fortune scoffed. "Don't get too ahead of yourself, son, not everything everyone says is true." The man got slightly impatient and motioned for her to open the door.

As Fortune was forced into the room, she quickly noticed that her bed was empty and her sheets were made. Before she could properly process this, a strangled cry broke into the air but was quickly quietened to a gargle. Fortune turned and saw a familiar Hispanic woman standing behind the man, one of her hands around his throat, using her fingers to push his Adam's Apple inwards while her other held the hand of the man that held the gun. Fortune smiled as she walked up, taking the gun from the man's hand. "Turns out you were right, sonny." She said, running the back of her hand against the other woman's face. "The captain's lounge does have the greatest treasures of the ship."

With a nod, Samira snapped the man's neck effortlessly. His corpse crumbled onto the wooden floor, but the sound wasn't loud enough to alert his crew. Fortune sighed as she walked to her lover. "So, treasure huh?" The Desert Rose questioned as she raised a brow at the redhead. Sarah chuckled. "Well, I am a pirate, so you'll have to excuse me if my pet names don't fit with what you land people call each other." Samira chuckled as she gave a short kiss to the pirate hunter.

"Come now, amor, we got your men to save, don't we?" Sarah chuckled as Samira mock-bowed to her with an arm outstretched towards the doorway. "Oh yes, we do, darling."

A/N - Fun fact, I got inspired by a scene from The Walking Dead. The scene had the one and only Steven Ogg haha