Love Aboard the Priam: Outtake

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Outtake

Marcus’ POV

I paced the length of my study, anxiously awaiting news of my long-time friend, Charlie Swan. He had recently sailed with his daughter and son-in-law to Bearsalei in Champoli, the first time he had seen his daughter since she left to sail aboard the Priam.

I had sailed with Charlie before taking the throne, many decades ago. We had met on the docks one day while I was avoiding my more boring royal duties. He had recently acquired a ship for his father’s fleet and offered me passage to wherever they were traveling. I had eagerly grasped the opportunity, seeing towns and cities most royals wouldn’t dare step foot in. I met my Didyme in one of those towns, falling head over heels in love with her almost instantly.

When my father passed away, leaving me the throne, I was forced to return and remain on land. And when the time came for me to marry, Charlie risked being taken captive by the royal navy and brought Didyme to Delacor. Years went by without word from him, but when he came to me one night, begging to clemency for his deeds as a pirate in order to save his daughter’s life, I had instantly granted it.

The first trip Charlie took under the Shalolie flag, I accompanied him. I was there when the pirate’s attacked the ship with Charlie’s daughter on board. I watched as Isabella fought against the pirates, her skill far exceeding those of someone three times her age. And I knew when she and Peter laid eyes on each other that they were meant to be. The way Peter watched her take down his captain’s Quartermaster was the same way I watched Didyme while she tended the garden. Completely enraptured in something so beautiful and precious, you would do anything to keep it safe. Isabella Swan was as beautiful as her mother, even at eleven years old.

Teaching her how to be a courtier had delighted Didyme, who was teaching Jane and Alec at the same time. While Didyme had hoped the two girls would become fast friends, Jane deemed Isabella beneath her since the older girl would rather wear trousers and traipse about in the lists with the boys. Still, Isabella took to the teachings better than either of our youngest children, which pleased Charlie to no end.

While Didyme worried about Isabella fitting in with the lords and ladies of the court, I made sure that she and Peter would fit. I learned the boy’s name and began writing to him, detailing Isabella’s life. Charlie and I kept in constant contact after he decided to remain on land, after the pirate attack. He worried about losing his daughter like he had lost Renee. Charlie was fully aware that I was sending letters to Peter about his daughter, even encouraged them. Charlie had known the boy’s father when he was a pirate and knew the boy would grow up to be a good man.

It was good to know we had been correct, but I worried for my friend who was now alone. When he told me he was traveling with Isabella and Peter to their home to stay for a few months, I was thrilled for him and promised to have someone oversee his lands.

It had been nearly two months since Charlie had left Shalolie and I was starting to worry. He had promised to send word when he arrived and every two weeks while he was there. I had yet to receive word of his arrival, but I was hoping it would come today. A ship had docked in the port just this morning, arriving from Bearsalei. I was hoping Charlie’s letter was aboard this ship.

“Your Majesty, a letter arrived for you,” a footman announced, bringing it into the room on a silver tray.

“Thank you, Felix,” I nodded, taking the letter.

I glanced down at the hand writing, instantly recognizing my friend’s scratchy lettering. Just as I was opening it, Didyme walked in, her face eager.

“Is it from him?” Didyme asked excitedly.

“Yes. I was just about to read it. Sit down and I’ll read it aloud,” I offered.

She settled into the chair beside my desk, her skirts settled around her. I unfolded the letter and began reading.

To My Most Reverent and Benevolent King,

I apologize for the lateness of this letter, but I received some rather exciting news that has captured my attention these past few weeks. My beautiful daughter is expecting her first born child come winter. The child is already showing signs of being just like his or her parents, causing Bella bouts of sickness while she is on land while she suffers no such ills while at sea. Unfortunately, she is quite miserable as Peter refuses to let her sail until the child is born. I hope you will grant me an extended stay here in Bearsalei so I can be here when the child does come.

My friend, you would be surprised at how different Bearsalei is from when we were last in port. Perhaps you will find some time to travel again once Afton takes the throne. You would enjoy the excitement Bearsalei has developed.

Unfortunately, my friend, I must end this letter here. Bella is anxious to visit a friend of hers in town and I am being called upon to join her. Give my regards to your beautiful wife.

Fair winds and following seas.

Your Humble Servant,

Charles Swan

“My, but he was rather grand,” Didyme chuckled.

“He enjoys teasing me with his flamboyant titles,” I agreed with a grin.

“He’s a good man,” Didyme smiled.

“He is,” I nodded, my thoughts drifting away.

“Perhaps it would be good to get away. When was the last time you sailed, my darling?” Didyme asked, standing.

“Decades,” I answered, smiling wryly.

“It would be nice to travel again, wouldn’t it? Like we did when we were younger?” Didyme questioned, wrapping her arms around me.

“You want to be there for when the child is born, do you?” I chuckled, kissing her forehead.

“Desperately,” Didyme admitted.

“Do you believe our son is ready to take the throne?” I asked.

“I do. He’s grown so much these past few years and being married to Chelsea has brought out a maturity that he’s been missing for so long,” Didyme sighed happily.

“I will have it arranged and we will leave as soon as the crown is transferred,” I promised.

“I love you,” Didyme murmured, kissing me.

“As I love you,” I replied, nuzzling her neck.

Love Aboard the Priam: Epilogue

Disclaimer: I am not Stephanie Meyer. I do not own Twilight.

Epilogue

Bella’s POV

“How much longer until we arrive?” I asked impatiently.

“I told you just a few moments ago that we were still a ways out,” Randall grumbled.

“But how much longer?” I persisted.

“Gods, lass, but ya’ve gotten annoyin’! We’ll be there by sundown,” Randall exclaimed, throwing up his hands in frustration.

“Can’t you make him go any faster?” I whined, bouncing on the balls of my feet.

“Believe me, I would if I could,” Randall groaned into his hands.

“Mo chroí, leave Randall alone,” Peter chuckled from behind me.

“Thank ya!” Randall cried, hurrying off to do his duties.

I smiled up at Peter as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“You’ve just ruined my fun,” I pouted.

“I’ve never seen you so impatient before. It’s quite amusing when not on the receiving end of your endless line of questioning,” Peter teased, tapping my nose.

“I’m just anxious to get home. Sailing is great and I love traveling with you, but nothing beats coming home,” I sighed, snuggling into his chest.

“I will agree with you on that, mo chroí,” Peter murmured, kissing the top of my head.

It had been nearly three years since Peter had kidnapped me from the Infamy and those years had been filled with adventures and new sights. Peter, along with the rest of his crew, had been granted clemency from King Marcus for their nefarious acts of piracy. We had not discovered the news until months after having sailed from Shalolie’s shores, but it was welcomed news all the same. And while King Marcus had offered Peter land in Shalolie, he had politely declined, preferring Granite Hall in Champolie, a decision I fully supported.

Two years ago, the Kings went to war, creating chaos throughout the seas. No sailor dared to venture out unless the ship was fully equipped defensively. Peter and I, along with the rest of the crew, had remained inland while the Kings battled it out. We frequently received news from Jasper and Alice about the goings on in King Marcus’ court. King Marcus, King Caius, and King Carlisle were banding together to overtake King Aro. Once it was discovered Aro was planning to bring down the other three kingdoms, starting with his closest and most fierce competitor, Marcus, the other Kings demanded Aro step down. What resulted was one of the bloodiest wars fought on Isopholy shores. The entire kingdom was decimated, the people distraught.

The war lasted for seven months before the palace walls were breeched. They were still unable to locate Aro, though everyone in the Four Kingdoms was searching diligently. During that time, Peter and I began building our lives together. We spent many late nights with the crew at the Savage Rogue and many late mornings tangled up in the sheets and each other’s arms.

With the news of peace came a cause for another form of celebration. Charlotte and Garrett had their first child six months after the war ended, a little girl they named Kate. Over the next years, Benjamin married a young woman he met while the Priam was docked in Eserald, a short red-head named Maggie. Randall refused to settle down, but traveled with Peter and I wherever we went, a constant protector whenever Peter had to leave my side. Vladimir and Stephen suffered most with being land bound, which surprised everyone. They traveled with other ships while the rest of the crew remained inland, though they returned when their captain sent for them. Vasilii spent most of his time on land learning new medical techniques, wanting to stay as current as possible on all treatment options.

Away from our small group of misfits, the world continued on much the same as it always had. King Caius came out of hiding after Aro’s defeat, taking up his duties once again. It soon became known that the notorious Captain James Penn had been the one seeing to the country while the King was hidden away. The people were never happier to have their King back.

Peter and I occasionally dealt with men who thought to take me from him. For a while it had confused the both of us until I remembered hearing my father speak of his past with my mother. Charlie and Renee Swan were two of the most feared pirates of their time, vicious in their attacks. Until my mother passed away, the two had never lost a single fight. With the loss of my mother, Papa lost his will to continue the life they had built together. When news of their daughter reached the pirating world, all the men wanted me as their bride, hoping I would have the same skills as my parents. What they failed to take into account was that I would use those skills to kill them. Peter had a very low tolerance for anyone who attempted to take me from him and I had an even lower tolerance for anyone who attempted to take him from me.

“Look there, mo chroí,” Peter pointed, pulling me from my thoughts.

I followed his gaze to spot land in the distance.

“Oh! We’re almost there!” I cheered, throwing my arms around his neck.

“Easy, lass,” Peter chuckled, patting my back.

“It has been far, far too long. Promise me we will never be gone for so long again,” I pleaded desperately.

“I promise, a leanbh,” Peter whispered, kissing me sweetly.

I threaded my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer when he would have moved away. His arms banded around my waist, molding me against him.

Since those weeks we were separated and I thought him dead, we had made sure to never take each other for granted. Every chance we got, we made sure the other knew how much we loved them. Any chance Peter got, he pulled me to his side or onto his lap. At every turn, I was reaching for his hand or leaning against his shoulder. We never spent more than a day apart and he was always there at night, no matter what.

“Is tú mo ghrá,” Peter murmured, kissing me between words.

“I love you, too,” I grinned, rubbing our noses together.

“Do the two of you have to do that? Isn’t it bad enough I already know what goes on behind closed doors? Do you have to show me and the rest of the world as well?” Papa grumbled, coming towards us.

“Don’t be such a grouch, Papa,” I scolded lightly.

“Hmph. I can still turn you over my knee, young lady,” Papa warned.

“Actually, sir, I believe that is now my job,” Peter corrected him, completely serious.

Papa sputtered indignantly, his face turning red and then purple in his fury.

“Papa! Peter was just teasing. Honestly, m’fhear céile, must you be so cruel?” I tisked disapprovingly.

“Son, perhaps we should have another talk about how to treat my daughter right,” Papa glared.

“No, sir. The first was awkward enough,” Peter insisted.

I giggled at the uneasiness Peter developed whenever Papa brought up their first conversation.

The first month with Peter, I hadn’t expected to be able to live the life he had planned for us. At least, not right away. At that time, my top priority was finding Papa and making sure he was still alive. The first time I told Peter of my prior intentions, he had flown into a rage unlike any I had ever seen. The thought of me leaving him voluntarily and without so much as a goodbye nearly killed him and had him begging me never to do so at the end of his tirade. I had tearfully promised to never even contemplate it, but at the time, it had seemed like the only way.

Peter was a pirate and if he was caught while I was searching for my father, he would have been hanged. I had explained to him that the sight of him swinging from the gallows would have haunted me for the rest of my life. Thankfully, he had grudgingly agreed that his fate would not have been a good one had he been caught while I looked for Papa. He told me repeatedly that while he understood, he did not approve of my plans. After which, I would happily remind him that my plan had never and would never go into effect.

“Good God, that can’t be Bearsalei!” Papa exclaimed as we neared the docks.

“It is,” I informed him.

“It’s huge!” Papa gaped.

“Papa, it’s smaller than Livley’s port,” I pointed out.

“Aye, but I docked here when Bearsalei was just five buildings and an outhouse. Now look at it,” Papa stared, wide-eyed.

“It’s been quite some time since you last docked here, Captain Swan. The town has grown exponentially. Our close friend, Charlotte, runs the largest and busiest tavern and she has over fifty rooms,” Peter told him.

“Good God,” Papa repeated, still in shock.

“Oh, and just wait until you see Peter’s home-“ I started.

“Our home,” Peter interrupted.

“Our home,” I amended before continuing. “It’s made entirely of granite, hence the name. The stones were imported directly from Shalolie mines.”

“Really? And how did you come by the granite?” Papa asked.

“Perhaps it’s better if you don’t know,” Peter grinned devilishly.

Papa grunted and dropped the subject, turning to look out at Bearsalei.

“Looks like we’ll be landing soon,” Papa observed.

“Aye. I’d best go help the men. Be good,” Peter instructed, kissing my temple.

“Only when you’re not around,” I called as he walked away.

He winked at me over his shoulder. Almost immediately, Randall was by my side, unnecessarily pointing out land.

“I know, Randall, I see it,” I smiled.

“We’ll be there soon, bantiarna. No more bothering me about it, aye?” Randall asked, raising a brow.

“No more bothering you about it,” I agreed, rolling my eyes at him.

“Good. Now, to the cabin with ya. Ya know the Capt’n can’t concentrate with his bhean chéile in sight,” Randall insisted, pushing me off the deck.

“Perhaps, but he concentrates even worse when he has to wonder where I am,” I pointed out.

“True, but he knows ya are safe with me,” Randall shrugged, continuing to push me into the cabin.

“One of these days I am going to remain on deck while they steer the ship into port, mark my words,” I claimed, shaking a finger at him.

“Aye, lass, whatever ya say,” Randall smirked.

“Oh, hush,” I grumbled, falling into the chair behind Peter’s desk.

“Your pa knows his way around a ship,” Randall observed.

“He would. He was a pirate and has sailed longer than you have,” I sighed, leaning back.

“Aye, suppose that is true,” Randall nodded.

I closed my eyes as a wave of weariness settled over my bones, the gentle rocking of the ship lulling me into a state of relaxation.

“Ya alright, bantiarna? You’re not sick, are ya?” Randall asked, his voice hesitant.

“Of course not. Why do you ask?” I frowned.

“The whole crew’s noticed how tired ya are and the Capt’n’s been distracted ‘bout somethin’. We jus’ worry, is all,” Randall said, toeing the floor.

“There’s a very good reason for my being so tired,” I smiled contently.

“Oh, aye? And what might that be?” Randall asked, leaning across the desk.

“I’m carrying the captain’s baby,” I informed him.

Randall stared, mouth opened, at my stomach, as if expecting to be able to see the tiny life growing inside of me.

“Does the captain know?” Randall questioned, his voice reverent.

“Of course he does. We don’t keep secrets from each other. Besides, he seemed to know before I did,” I huffed.

“And your pa?” Randall asked.

“Will be told once we arrive at Granite Hall,” I answered.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell,” Randall sighed, sinking into a chair.

“Randall!” I scolded, unused to him saying such words around me.

“Sorry, lass, but that’s quite a load ya just dropped on me,” Randall defended himself.

“I’m sure you’ll survive,” I grinned.

“Now I’ll have two people to watch over. Gods, what if it’s a lass? The Capt’n’ll be even worse than ‘e is now!” Randall exclaimed.

“Careful, Randall. You’re dropping your h’s again,” I teased.

“Ya better hope this first one’s a lad, bantiarna, otherwise the Capt’n’ll never be letting the two of ya out of his sight,” Randall predicted.

“I’m sure I could persuade him to do otherwise,” I smirked.

“Don’t need to hear nothing about that!” Randall insisted adamantly.

I smiled and closed my eyes again, leaning back in Peter’s chair, perfectly content to wait while the crew brought the ship into port. As I slipped off into sleep, I dreamed of my future with Peter, of children and grandchildren, of growing old together, of spending each night side by side, always remembering how my pirate and I fell in love aboard the Priam.

Love Aboard the Priam: Chapter Twelve

Disclaimer: I am not Stephanie Meyer. I do not own Twilight.

Chapter Twelve

Bella’s POV

I knew there was no hope of escaping from this ship, but I couldn’t just give up. Seeing Edward murdered, no matter how much I had hated him in that moment, had fueled my anger and determination. I would not allow Penn to use me as one of his whores. And I couldn’t bear to see Peter killed in what would no doubt be a hopeless attempt at rescuing me.

My sword and two knives were taken, along with one of my pistols. The remaining one was small and hidden by the folds of my shirt. Laurent, Penn’s Quartermaster, was too interested in shoving his hand between my thighs to notice the small gun concealed beneath my shirt.

“You bastard! I’ll have your hands for that!” Peter growled, struggling against his bonds.

“Ah, young love. So easily impassioned a boy becomes when his lady is violated. I wonder how you would handle watching as I show her how a man takes a woman,” Penn taunted him.

“He’s more of a man than you will ever be,” I snapped, glaring at him.

“Is that so? I would be careful, my dear. You really wouldn’t want to anger me,” Penn warned with a sinister smile.

“No, I suppose I wouldn’t, though I doubt you would get much pleasure from it, either,” I agreed heatedly.

“And why is that?” Penn asked curiously.

“Because no matter what you do, you can’t make me fear you,” I claimed.

“Oh, my dear, innocent child, I don’t have to make you fear me. Fear for your lover’s life will work just as well,” Penn sneered, drawing a knife and crossing to where Peter was tied.

“I’ll fucking kill you for this,” Peter snarled, yanking on his bonds.

“Doubtful, since you will be dead in a few minutes,” Penn smirked, placing the knife across this throat.

“Don’t touch him!” I screeched, thrashing in Laurent’s hold.

“Mmm, yes. I do so enjoy when lovers fight for each other’s lives,” Penn hummed.

“You sick bastard!” I screamed, continuing to struggle.

“Mo chroí, is tú mo ghrá,” Peter murmured, resigned.

“NO!” I cried, redoubling my efforts.

“Such sweet words. Don’t fret, my dear. You will be joining him soon enough,” Penn assured me.

“PETER!” I shrieked as tears ran down my face.

Peter simply smiled softly, refusing to take his eyes off mine. I watched, horrified and still struggling to break free, as Penn positioned the knife over Peter’s chest.

“Beannacht, Captain Whitlock,” Penn said before plunging the knife into my Peter’s chest.

Marcus’ POV

Five days ago

I stood at the window in my study, staring out over the vast mountains of my kingdom, trying to come up with a solution to the problem that had been plaguing me for weeks. I had men scouring the Four Kingdoms in search of an answer. I had held multiple meetings with my numerous advisors, struggling to find an answer.

The door to my study opened and a footman announced my wife. I turned at the sound of her soft footsteps, feeling a sense of peace that only she could bring me.

“Marcus, really, you must come away from that window. The answers to the universe do not reside within the palace courtyards,” Didyme tisked, coming to take my hands.

“It is not the universe that has me so confounded,” I reminded her.

“Yes, well, you’ll not find any answers if you manage to catch a cold. While Afton might be of age to take the throne, he is in no way ready to run the kingdom. I’m afraid, my darling, that you have a few more years left before our son takes the crown,” Didyme sighed.

“As long as I have you by my side,” I smiled, kissing her hand.

“I will always be by your side,” Didyme promised, stepping into my arms.

For nearly thirty years we had run Shalolie side-by-side, doing what was right for our people and teaching our children to do the same. After forty years of marriage, we had raised four wonderful children who continuously brought light to our lives.

Afton, our eldest, was still only twenty-seven and still going through his more wild years, though there had been discussion of him proposing to his long-time friend and nobleman’s daughter, Chelsea. Demetri was three years Afton’s junior and spent most of his time at sea, pressing the boundaries of the Four Kingdoms and discovering new worlds. Our twins, Alec and Jane, were five years Demetri’s junior and as alike as fire and water. While Alec spent most of his time in solitude within the palace library, Jane preferred being around as many people as possible and often traveled to Delacor with friends.

All of our children were incredibly precious to us and we strived to make them great leaders for our people.

“Have you heard from him?” Didyme asked, bringing my thoughts back to the task at hand.

“No, but I expect to any day now,” I sighed, running my fingers through my hair.

“They will find her. We have every ship out looking for her. Someone is bound to spot something that can lead us to her,” Didyme reassured me.

“I should not have interfered. It may end up costing her her life. It is not worth it,” I groaned, pulling at my hair.

“Hush. You did what you thought was best. I do not think either of them would blame you for it. From our last report, we know she is happy with this man. Besides, you said it yourself. He would have been miserable without her,” Didyme reminded me.

“I did not expect so many problems to arise. No one was supposed to know her origin,” I complained, frustrated.

“There is nothing we can do about it know. We simply need to focus on finding them. Then we can deal with the backlash,” Didyme insisted.

“I don’t know what I would do without you,” I murmured, bending down to kiss her.

“Catch a cold and end up killing yourself, is what,” Didyme teased.

“Saucy wench,” I growled, pulling her against me.

She squealed in delight as I attacked her neck, our passion undiminished for each other despite the passing years. She was still the most beautiful woman I had even laid eyes on.

“Your majesties, he has arrived,” the footman announced, disrupting the moment.

“Send him in,” Didyme called, already straightening her hair.

“I hope he has good news for us,” I mumbled, brushing off my coat.

“Of course he will. Think positive, my darling,” Didyme chimed, taking her seat by my desk.

I turned to see our old friend, Captain Eleazar Denali, enter my study. He appeared to have aged ten years since I had last seen him only three weeks ago, the lack of sleep creating dark circles under his eyes. His had lost a good deal of weight and his clothing looked to be two sizes too large.

“Eleazar, come sit. My God, you look exhausted!” Didyme exclaimed, jumping from her chair to assist him onto the couch.

“I appreciate the concern, your Majesty, but I am fine. I’ve just been having trouble sleeping,” Eleazar sighed as he sank into the plush cushions.

“I should say so. Honestly, you’ll do no good to any of them dead on your feet,” Didyme scolded.

“My apologies, your Majesty,” Eleazar smiled weakly.

“Didyme, why don’t you give our guest some space?” I suggested, smirking as she fussed over him.

“Of course,” Didyme agreed easily, returning to her previous seat.

I took my space behind my desk, leaning forward in attentiveness.

“What have you learned?” I asked Eleazar.

“She is with the pirate who took her in Bearsalei. Another pirate, Captain James Penn, has recently become allied with Lord Edward Masen. They left port early this morning aboard Hades’ Dagger. They will arrive there by the end of the week,” Eleazar reported.

“Who is this Captain Penn?” I questioned.

“A madman sadist. He enjoys tormenting women, killing them for his own pleasure. We found the body of his latest victim, a girl named Heidi. She worked at the Rolling Swine. She had three younger siblings. Her parents were killed two years ago on a return trip from Isopholy. Heidi had been working at the Rolling Swine for three days when she caught Penn’s eye. He seduced her, paying her to sit with him while he continuously bought her drinks. He and his Quartermaster, Laurent, brutally raped her before Penn killed her. We wouldn’t know this information if not for another serving girl following the trio to Penn’s room. She was jealous of the attention Heidi was receiving,” Eleazar explained.

“She heard Heidi being raped and did nothing?” Didyme gaped.

“I’m afraid so, your Majesty,” Eleazar answered sadly.

“What do we know of their plans?” I asked, rubbing my forehead tiredly.

“They plan on killing everyone who was aboard the ship,” Eleazar admitted.

“How soon can we get there?” I asked, leaning back in my chair.

“If you permit the Defiant to sail, we can beat them by a day, at least,” Eleazar answered.

“Do it,” I nodded.

“And the girl’s father?” Eleazar asked, standing.

“Take him,” I waved dismissally.

“Thank you, your Majesties,” Eleazar bowed before leaving the room.

Didyme came up and began rubbing my shoulders, helping ease the tension building.

“Regrets, my darling?” Didyme murmured.

“Perhaps it wasn’t such a good idea to encourage his infatuation,” I moaned, rubbing my face vigorously.

“From what we’ve heard, he cares greatly for her. We cannot know how she feels for him, but I doubt she would simply allow him to keep her prisoner if she didn’t have some feelings for him,” Didyme pointed out.

“She is a skilled fighter,” I agreed.

“She is. She learned well,” Didyme nodded.

“It was a good idea, then? Helping him find her?” I questioned.

“You brought two people together who would never have had a chance otherwise. It was clear he loved her dearly, even from that first moment. How could you have done anything else?” Didyme soothed.

“I just hope they both survive to learn the truths hidden from them all these years,” I said.

“Me, too, my darling. For all our sakes,” Didyme sighed, kissing my cheek.

Bella’s POV

Present time

“Beannacht, Captain Whitlock,” Penn said before plunging the knife into my Peter’s chest.

My scream was drowned out by the sound of a canon blast, immediately followed by an explosion at the stern. Men shouted and ran about as the ship lurched. Laurent released his hold, allowing me to rush towards the mast.

I pull out my hidden pistol and pressed it against the back of Penn’s head.

“Go to hell,” I spat, pulling the trigger.

His body slumped forward almost instantly, blood pooling out of the exit wound. Not bothering to spare him a second glance, I hurried to untied Peter, fighting back the tears as I took in his wound.

“Bell-la,” Peter gasped as I laid him down.

“Shh, don’t talk. Just… just don’t talk,” I hushed brokenly, running my fingers through his hair.

“I’m… so proud… of you. You… were magnificent,” Peter panted.

“Please, Peter, don’t,” I sobbed.

“I love you… mo chroí… my heart,” Peter smiled, taking my hand.

My body shook uncontrollably as I cried, knowing I was losing him. He brought my hand to his lips, kissing the fingers sweetly.

“Don’t leave me, Peter. Please don’t leave me,” I whispered through my tears.

“My Isabella,” Peter sighed, his eyes slipping closed.

Body wrecked, soul torn, I threw my self across his body, screaming at him to return to me. As a battled raged around me and other men dropped to the deck of Hades’ Dagger, I was unable to move, knowing that to do so would mean Peter was really gone.

“Bells! Bells, come on, honey!”

I looked up, somehow unsurprised to see Papa kneeling beside me.

“He’s gone,” I sniffed.

“I know, Bells. I know. Come on, honey,” Papa encouraged.

I allowed my father to pick me up and carry me away from Peter. I watched, over his shoulder, as men quickly surrounded him, lifting his prone body and taking away from where Papa was taking me.

“Where are they taking him?” I asked, desperation beginning to claw at my chest.

“Back to shore,” Papa answered.

“Where are we going?” I asked, looking up at him after the men disappeared with Peter.

“To the Defiant,” Papa grunted, hefting me over the side of the ship and into a dinghy.

I was lowered into someone else’s arms. When I looked, I was surprised to find Jasper holding me tenderly, his expression drawn. I reached up, tracing his face, not very similar to Peter’s, but still familiar.

“He’s gone,” I gasped.

“I know, a leanbh,” Jasper murmured.

At the soft-spoken term of affection, I lost control of my tears once again. I screamed in agony, clutching at Jasper shirt as he rocked me gently. I didn’t register the lowering of the dinghy or notice as Papa rowed us towards the fastest ship in Shalolie. I vaguely heard a loud explosion right before we reached the side of the ship and the sound of hundreds of men cheering in the distance.

It didn’t make sense. Time continued to go by and the rest of the world continued to move on. My world had stopped.

Charlie’s POV

My daughter was dead inside. It had been two weeks since we’d rescued her from Hades’ Dagger, her body thrown across the pirate’s. The pain in her eyes as she and Whitlock comforted each other was excruciating to watch. All my life, I had sought to protect her from the evils of my world, the world I had shared with her mother, only for it to all be wasted.

My beautiful baby girl was a shell of her former self, unable to rise up from her soul-deep depression. She had lost a considerable amount of weight since we’d arrived home, her appetite completely gone.  Most days, she would sit in her room and look out over the docks as if waiting for the pirate to come for her.

Whitlock had promised to come visit her once he got things settled back in Bearsalei. King Marcus had granted him clemency on his acts of piracy if the pirate agreed to sail under the Shalolie flag. He had readily agreed, wanting to protect his wife and future children. Just as I had done nearly ten years ago, four years too late to protect my beautiful Renee, but just in time to make sure Bella would not suffer the same fate.

I knew Peter Whitlock had loved my daughter as fiercely as a man can love and that she had loved him just as passionately. I worried that her depression would eventually cause her death, that I wouldn’t be able to save her.

“How is she?” Eleazar asked as he entered my study.

Bella was currently walking through the garden with his wife, Carmen. It was the first time she had been outside in six days.

“Worse,” I muttered, not needing to elaborate.

Eleazar had gone through his own torment for an entire month as he struggled with his guilt over losing Bella, no matter how many times I told him it wasn’t his fault.

“Is there nothing we can do for her?” Eleazar asked, coming to stand by my side.

“I have tried everything. King Marcus has sent the finest doctors available, hoping to bring her out of this. She won’t respond to any of them, just stares blankly ahead,” I told him.

“Have you heard from his brother?” Eleazar questioned, staring down at the garden.

“No,” I sighed, leaning my head against the window sill.

“You told her?” Eleazar pressed.

“Aye, as soon as we returned home. I can’t be sure she heard or understood me, but I told her,” I admitted.

“I’m sure she heard. She didn’t respond to us when we came in, but she stood and walked out with Carmen without Carmen having to lead her,” Eleazar informed me.

“She has nightmares. Every damn night, I wake up to her screaming his name, begging him not to leave her. And then she falls silent and it’s almost worse than the screaming,” I confessed.

“She watched the man she love die, Charles. She’s not going to be able to move past that so easily,” Eleazar reminded me, as if I needed him to.

“You don’t think I realize this? My little girl is slowly dying and I can’t do a damned thing about it! The only person who can save her is days away, buried in Bearsalei! She’s dying and I can’t save her. I can’t,” I shouted, my voice fading to a rough sob at the end.

He says nothing, simply embraces me as the brothers we’ve become, sharing my pain and anguish. The need to unburden myself is strong, nearly drowning me as I struggle to remain standing. My pride refuses to allow me to show such weakness, is agitated at my crying alone.

But Eleazar understands. He knows we are losing her, day by day. Soon she will have her greatest desire reached and will rejoin her pirate in death.

Bella’s POV

“The roses are beautiful. I’m surprised they are able to grow at this altitude,” Carmen mused beside me.

I didn’t answer, simply continued walking. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed since Peter had… left. I only knew that each morning I woke up without him by my side was more unbearable than the one before. I often found myself reaching for him in the middle of the night, only to come to my senses when all I found were empty sheets.

“I’ve tried to tell Irina we should try planting roses, but she doesn’t think they’ll survive. Perhaps I should bring her to visit, show her they can grow,” Carmen suggested.

I hated her voice in that moment, hated that she wanted to talk to me. I just wanted to be left alone with my memories of Peter. Each time someone interrupted my thoughts, it became more difficult to sink back into them. I ached to have them surround me like a warm blanket.

“Lady Denali, a missive for Lady Swan,” a footman bowed.

The servants hadn’t addressed me for some time. They realized I wouldn’t answer and had simply stopped trying. Papa was the only one in the house who attempted to get me to speak.

“Thank you,” Carmen nodded, taking the slip of paper off the silver tray.

She held it out in front of me, waiting for me to take it, but I couldn’t make my hand move to grasp it.

“It might be from Jasper, darling. You should read it,” Carmen murmured, rubbing my arm.

The thought of hearing from Jasper gave me the strength to take the paper from her, but I refused to read it in front of her. If it was from Jasper, I wanted to be alone so I could cry in peace.

As if sensing my desire to be alone, Carmen brushed my hair back before declaring she was going to find Eleazar and Papa.

“Just call for me if you need me,” Carmen insisted gently.

I waited until her footsteps had faded before continuing down the path to a stone bench positioned in a rose arbor. Sitting here, I was hidden from the house, giving me privacy.

Carefully, cautiously, I unfolded the slip of paper, nervous at what Jasper could be writing me about. I scanned the short letter, my heart pounding as I realized it wasn’t from Jasper. The letter fluttered to the ground as I lifted my skirts and ran from the garden, intent on reaching the port.

Carmen’s POV

I watched as Isabella ran from the garden, her eyes wide, cheeks flushed. There was more emotion on her face than anyone had seen since she’d been brought home. Looking to the rose arbor, I saw the letter she had dropped sitting on the gravel walkway.

I went over and picked it up, reading the sloppily written words.

Bantiarna na Priam,

Your presence is requested aboard the Priam immediately by the captain and crew currently docked in the Port of Livley.

Your humble servant,

Randall

The words were formal, but the poor handwriting spoke of someone who wasn’t used to writing missives. Still, I easily recognized the name from the list of crew members of the Priam that Eleazar and Charles had collected. This man clearly cared for Isabella, as did the rest of the crew.

“Carmen! Where is she going?” Charles asked frantically, coming up behind me.

“Home, Charles. She’s going home,” I smiled.

“This is her home,” Charles stated, confused.

“Not any longer. This has always been her fate. It is in her blood,” I insisted.

Charles took the letter from me, reading it over quickly. When he finished, his hands fell to his side, his face drawn. Eleazar came to wrap an arm around me, offering support.

“They care for her?” Charles questioned, though it sounded more like a statement.

“They do. And, more importantly, they will take care of her,” I assured him.

“It’s time to let her go, Charles. They will be able to heal her better than any of us could,” Eleazar told him gently.

“I know,” Charles sighed, defeated.

“Perhaps she will come back, one day. For now, it is best to let her sail with the men who knew Peter as well as she did,” I said, placing my hand on his arm.

“Come inside, old friend. We’ll drink to your daughter’s safe travels,” Eleazar offered, clapping Charles’ shoulder.

Charles stopped, allowing us to walk ahead of him. As I looked over my shoulder, I found him staring out towards the port.

“Fair winds and following seas, mo iníon,” Charles murmured.

My heart ached as Charles bid his daughter a final goodbye.

Bella’s POV

The port was bustling with activity, as usual, and no one noticed as I slipped through the crowd, searching for the Priam. Sailors shouted to each other as they unloaded their goods on the docks. The port was more lively than usual, making it difficult to find the Priam, but I finally found her at the end of the dock.

“Bantiarna!” Randall called, hurrying down the gangplank.

I smiled weakly through a sudden onslaught of tears, throwing myself in his arms. He held me close, his hand stroking my hair as I cried into his chest.

“Hush, lass. You’re alright,” Randall soothed.

“Randall, bring her aboard!” Garrett shouted from the Quarterdeck.

“Come on, bantiarna,” Randall murmured, steering me up the gangplank.

“Bella!” Charlotte greeted me as soon as I stepped foot on the main deck.

I hugged her tightly, surprised to find her aboard the ship.

“Come with me,” Charlotte insisted, pulling back to take my hand.

I frowned as she dragged me to the Captain’s cabin, unsure if I would be able to walk through the doorway knowing Peter wouldn’t be on the other side. I paused before she opened the door, needing a moment to collect myself.

“Bella, it’s-“ Charlotte started before the door was opened.

“Ah, good. He’s been waitin’ for ya,” Vasilii smiled, gesturing me inside.

Confused, I looked back at Charlotte as Vasilii pulled me inside. She just gave me a wide smile before leaving to return back to the main deck.

“Mo chroí.”

I spun back around, my heart pounding furiously in my ears as my eyes fastened on the bed. Peter lay beneath the sheets, his face thin, but his smile bright.

“Peter,” I choked, the first time I had spoken in weeks.

“Come here, mo chroí,” Peter requested, patting the bed.

I stumbled my way to the bed, unable to believe he was actually here, alive. I slowly sank onto the mattress, tentatively reaching out a hand.

“Oh,” I cried, touching his face.

Peter opened his arms and I fell into them, sobbing uncontrollably as he murmured soothing words in my hair. His hands shook as he stroked my back, a testament to his weakness. Kissing his chest, I rubbed gently at the bandages I could feel under my cheek.

“I… I thought you were dead,” I gasped.

“I know. I did, too,” Peter rasped.

“How…?” I trailed off, shifting so I could see his face.

One of his hands came up to brush my hair away from my face. I brought one of my hands up to hold it there, savoring his touch after so long without it.

“He missed my heart and lungs. Vasilii was able to repair the damage, but I had lost a lot of blood. I was unconscious for four days, otherwise I would have come for you sooner. I told you, mo chroí, nothing will keep me from you,” Peter murmured, kissing my hand.

I gave a watery chuckle before leaning forward to kiss his lips, followed by another to his cheeks, his eyelids, his forehead, and any other piece of skin I could reach.

“I’ve missed you so much,” I moaned.

“I missed you, too. And I promise, I’ll never leave you again,” Peter murmured.

Love Aboard the Priam: Chapter Eleven

Disclaimer: I am not Stephanie Meyer. I do not own Twilight.

Chapter Eleven

Penn’s POV

Two days after leaving the Priam

I swirled the whiskey in my glass, glancing around at the unsavory characters only found in The Rolling Swine. Lifting the glass to my lips, I eyed the barmaid as she passed me, her breasts fully exposed above her dress. Most of the barmaids within these walls wore such gowns, seeking a large tip. The young girl serving myself and Laurent wore only a skirt, leaving her entire torso bare. If I wasn’t certain she had already been taken by many other men, I would steal her away to my ship. Life had been rather dull since Victoria’s death. My other women were not nearly as well trained.

Just thinking of the way she had bred out at my feet had my dick stirring and I ached to see her pale body covered again in the deep red color. Her death had been the most erotic one to date. The way her blood deepened the bright red of her hair, her bright green eyes staring at me in utter fear and betrayal, could still drive me mad with want.

“More whiskey?” a girl offered.

“Aye,” I grunted, holding out my glass.

This girl wasn’t our server and I smirked as I noticed the tell-tale blush that spread over her when she realized Laurent was staring at her breasts, his hand moving under the table. This one hadn’t yet been taken.

And she was a red-head.

“Tell me your name, my dear,” I insisted, taking the refilled glass from her.

“Heidi, sir,” she answered, blushing deeper as she stared at the floor.

“Heidi. A beautiful name,” I murmured, taking her hand and kissing it.

“Thank you,” Heidi mumbled, shifting uncomfortably.

“Why don’t you sit with us for a moment. I’m sure your feet are sore,” I tisked, pulling out a chair for her.

“I really shouldn’t,” Heidi hedged, eyeing her boss.

“I’m sure he won’t mind, just so long as we pay you for your troubles,” I assured her.

“You would pay me just so sit with you?” Heidi asked, clearly suspicious.

“Of course. A beautiful lady such as yourself shouldn’t be on her feet. She should be pampered and cared for,” I insisted.

“You are too kind,” Heidi blushed, but took the seat I offered her.

“I am Captain James Penn. This is my Quartermaster, Laurent,” I introduced.

“Hello,” Heidi nodded to Laurent.

He simply grunted in response, though his hand had stilled.

“So, Heidi, how long as you worked at The Rolling Swine?” I asked politely.

“This is my third day,” Heidi answered shyly.

Gods, that blush was driving me crazy. I wanted to see her body painted red while I fucked her.

“You are doing surprisingly well for such a newcomer,” I informed her.

“Thank you,” Heidi smiled slightly.

“Would you care for something to drink, my dear?” I asked, already waving our server over.

“We’re not supposed to drink on the job,” Heidi protested weakly.

“Nonsense. You cannot sit here and not have a drink. Please, I insist,” I urged, ordering her a glass of strong whiskey.

“I really shouldn’t,” Heidi tried again.

“I insist,” I repeated as her drink was placed before her.

I managed to convince her to sit with us for quite some time, gradually increasing the amount of alcohol she put in her system. By dusk, she was barely able to stay seated in her chair and had moved to my lap. I was showing her just how much pleasure a woman could receive through her nipples alone when a familiar name caught my attention.

“I’m telling you, we’ve searched everywhere. Whitlock has disappeared. Again,” a man bit.

Ah, one of the Whitlock brothers was in trouble, I thought as I bit Heidi’s nipple. She cried out, her fingers fisted in my hair.

“I am not paying you five thousand farthings for you to tell me he’s disappeared. I want him dead! Otherwise you don’t get your money,” another snapped.

“How am I supposed to find a pirate at sea? If your Isabella isn’t dead already, she’s been made to be his concubine,” the first man growled.

I stopped sucking Heidi’s nipples and brought my fingers up to pinch the taut buds, intrigued about who this Isabella was.

“I don’t care about the girl. I want Peter Whitlock’s head on a pike. He dared take what was mine and I will not stand for it,” the second man practically shouted.

So Peter had finally settled down with a woman. That meant she had probably been aboard the ship when I had last been on the Priam. And Peter had tried to keep her from me.

This just wouldn’t do.

“Keep your bloody voice down!” the first man hissed.

Having heard enough, I transferred Heidi to Laurent, instructing him not to cause her any damage before I returned. He greedily fastened his mouth over her tit, sucking hungrily. She began writhing in his arms and I grinned, knowing she would offer me more pleasure than Victoria ever had.

“Gentleman,” I greeted as I took a seat between the two arguing men.

One was young, not even passed his thirtieth year. His ruffled bronze hair was standing on end, his hand fisted within the locks. His green eyes were clouded over with agitation and I smirked, knowing I was about to make a fair amount of money and get rid of an adversary all in one swipe. He was going to make this very easy for me.

The other man was older, in his late forties with greying hair and dull brown eyes. He was slightly heavy set, easily overlooked in a crowded room. I turned from him without a second though, focusing on the man who wanted Peter Whitlock dead.

“I couldn’t help but overhear your predicament. It just so happens, I know where you can find Peter Whitlock,” I informed him.

“Where is he?” the man asked excitedly, his green eyes wide.

“Ah, ah, ah. I can’t just simply give away his location. However, for a price…” I trailed off, rubbing my fingers together.

“How much do you want?” he asked, still excited.

“I have no use for money,” I replied, waving him off.

“Then what do you want?” he asked, suspicious.

“I want to travel with you and assist in Whitlock’s capture and torture,” I glowered.

“Why?” he asked.

“Because, Peter Whitlock slighted me and killed the woman I loved, right in front of me. I want him dead just as much as you do, but I am bound by certain laws. I cannot,” I sighed sadly.

“I wouldn’t trust him, sir. He’s a pirate,” the other man murmured.

“I am not pirate, I can assure you. I work for the King,” I denied.

“Do you swear on the King’s life that the information you give me is true?” the first man asked.

“Aye. It’s true,” I nodded.

“Welcome to the hunt. I would like to leave first thing tomorrow,” he smiled, holding out his hand.

“I will be here,” I grinned, shaking his hand.

I stood, intent on spending the night with the lovely lady who was currently enjoying Laurent’s mouth on her pussy. Scowling at my Quartermaster, I shoved him aside, straightening out the girl’s skirt.

“You know better than to take such liberties,” I snapped.

“Apologies, sir. I couldn’t help myself,” Laurent panted, adjusting himself in his trousers.

“Come, my dear. I will take care of you,” I murmured, taking her from the table.

“I ache,” Heidi moaned

“Aye, lass. I’ll ease it. Come, Laurent,” I called, walking to our room.

As we walked up the stairs, I imagined all the fun I could have, torturing Peter’s Isabella before him.

Oh, yes. He would beg for his death by the time I was done. And, with any luck, he’d be begging for hers, too.

Bella’s POV

It had taken five days to unload the Priam, even with Peter hiring other men to assist the crew. Last night, as he had crawled into bed with me, he had happily informed me that the following morning would see us leaving for Granite Hall.

Randall and Garrett were assisting in loading the carriage Peter had hired to take us to his home. I stood beside Charlotte, saddened that we were leaving the crew behind in the small town that had grown considerably on me. While the nights were often filled with vulgar activity, the days were filled with laughter and excitement, friends and contentment. I was more than a little reluctant to leave, but the idea of having Peter all to myself was quickly erasing the lingering sadness.

“Ready, mo chroí?” Peter asked, coming to take my hand.

“Of course,” I answered softly.

“You make sure he brings you back soon,” Charlotte instructed, hugging me tightly.

Charlotte and I had spent the last five days together while the men unloaded the ship. She had quickly become a very close friend, listening as I told her about how Peter had abducted me and how I had come to love him so fiercely.

But I could not reveal my plans to her, despite how close we had become. No one could know.

“You will see her within a week, Char, no sooner,” Peter told her firmly.

“I suppose that will have to do,” Charlotte sighed dramatically.

“Keep Garrett out of trouble,” I smirked, squeezing her once more.

“Ha! What fun would he be if we didn’t get into some trouble?” Charlotte grinned.

“Try not to wear the Captain out too much, bantiarna,” Garrett teased, coming to rest his arm around Charlotte’s shoulders.

“No promises, Garrett,” I laughed as Peter wrapped his arm around my waist.

“Come, mo chroí, before they stall us any longer,” Peter insisted, placing me in the carriage.

He was about to climb in behind me when we heard Benjamin shouting his name. Peter turned and stiffened, his hand going to his sword.

“What is it?” Peter snapped when Ben stood before him.

“Ships off the coast. They wave the Isopholy flag. Penn is with them,” Ben reported, panting slightly from his run.

This news clearly worried Peter as his face paled drastically.

“Inform the town and sound the alarm to prepare for battle. We need to get as many away from the town as possible. Garrett, fetch Jasper and tell him what’s happening. Randall, you take Charlotte and Isabella to Granite Hall. Protect them with your life,” Peter rattled off instructions.

“No! I’m not going anywhere without you,” I insisted, jumping from the carriage.

“Damn it, woman! You will do what I say! I will not lose you!” Peter shouted, grabbing my shoulders and shaking them.

“I can help you and you know it!” I shouted back.

“Don’t make me do this,” Peter warned, his face darkening.

“I’m not leaving you to die here,” I glared.

Without a word, Peter spun me around and fastened his belt around my wrists. I struggled, screaming curses at him as he shoved me back into the carriage, Charlotte right behind me.

“Damn you, Peter! Let me out!” I screamed.

“I love you,” Peter murmured, kissing me fiercely.

“No,” I mumbled against his lips, aching to keep him with me.

“Tell me,” Peter demanded, stroking my hair.

“I can’t,” I whimpered, tears streaming down my face.

“Tell me,” Peter rasped, frantic.

“I love you. I love you so much and if you don’t come back to me, I’ll kill you,” I sobbed, wanting so desperately to hold him.

“I promise to come back to you,” Peter vowed before running towards the coast.

Charlotte pulled me back into her arms as I collapsed, screaming for him to come back.

“Hush, honey. He’s going to be fine. They all will be,” Charlotte chanted in my hair, rocking me.

The carriage rocked as Randall urged the horses forward and I realized he really had sent me away. Like a bucket of water had been dumped over my head, my tears stopped and I was able to sit up, think rationally.

“Untie me, Char,” I requested, presenting my hands to her.

I felt the belt loosen and rubbed my wrists as I contemplated what to do.

“Are you any good with a sword?” I asked, eyeing the passing scenery.

“Aye, Garrett and Peter taught me,” Charlotte answered.

“Good. Let’s go,” I insisted, opening the carriage door.

“Are you insane? Peter would kill me if I let you go back,” Charlotte cried, holding me back.

“I won’t stand by while he fights for his life. Don’t you want to be there with Garrett?” I snapped.

“Of course, but it’s safer for Garrett if I stay here. He won’t have to worry about me and he can focus on his fighting,” Charlotte reasoned.

“If he doesn’t know I’m there, he won’t worry,” I argued.

“You shouldn’t do this,” Charlotte tried to reason.

“I don’t care,” I replied, preparing to leap from the carriage.

“Well, I do. And I’m coming with you,” Charlotte decided.

“Then let’s go,” I urged, grabbing her hand.

We leapt from the carriage, rolling in the grass to cushion the fall. I vaguely heard Randall shout and the sound of horses whinnying as he abruptly pulled on the reigns.

“We need to hurry before he catches us,” I hissed, pulling her to her feet.

We took off running back towards town, Randall’s heavy footfalls sounding behind us.

“Do you have swords?” I asked as we ran.

“Aye, in the tavern,” Charlotte panted, her arms pumping.

“We’ll need them,” I told her as we came back into town.

“This way,” Charlotte said, veering off behind the main street.

Chaos had already erupted in the streets and people screamed, crying as they ran for shelter. Canon blasts sounded from closer to the coast. Buildings shook and crumbled as the ground rumbled beneath our feet.

“Here,” Charlotte called, running through a rear door.

We were in the back room of the Savage Rogue. She led me to the far wall and began prying up the floor boards. I quickly went to help her, panting with the effort. Finally, we managed to get the boards up.

“Char,” I gaped.

“I know. Garrett was always worried about invasion. He wanted to make sure we were well prepared,” Charlotte explained, thrusting a sword, two knives, two pistols, and a cutlass at me.

“I need to change. You do, too,” I noticed, frowning at our gowns.

“Here,” Charlotte grunted, prying up another floor board.

She handed me a pair of trousers and a shirt, small enough for a woman my size. I quickly shucked my gown and pulled the trousers on. Just as I was reaching for the shirt, the door burst open and Randall stormed in.

“What the hell do ya two think ya are doin’?” Randall shouted, thunderous.

“Helping,” I snapped, tugging the shirt over my head.

“Bloody hell,” Randall groaned, turning his back to us.

Charlotte quickly dressed as well, casting unsure glances Randall’s way.

“The Capt’n’ll skin me alive if I let the two of ya out there,” Randall claimed.

“No, he’ll skin me alive, but at least he’ll be alive to do it,” I disagreed.

“And what happens if one of ya gets hurt? It’ll be my hide on the line,” Randall pointed out.

“I’m sure you’ll survive,” I scoffed, heading for the door.

Randall’s arm shot out in front of me, blocking the exit.

“Think on this, bantiarna. If ya are killed, the Capt’n won’t survive. Ya will take him with ya,” Randall murmured strongly.

“Don’t worry, Randall. I won’t allow that to happen,” I assured him, ducking under his arm.

Charlotte was right behind me, Randall behind her.

“We stick together, then. If the two of ya can’t be talked out of this, ya stay with me,” Randall demanded.

“Aye, aye,” I saluted, following him into the fray.

We made it to the coast fairly easily and spotted many Isopholy soldiers storming the beach. The pirates met them head on, slaying the invaders ruthlessly. Blood coated the sand and stained the waters as man after man fell.

“Dea-Dia,” Randall breathed, hunkering behind a sand dune.

“There are too many of them,” Charlotte whimpered.

I was speechless, unable to tear my eyes away from the man who was currently standing aboard on of the dinghy’s, impassively surveying the scene.

“I don’t believe it,” I gasped.

“What?” Charlotte asked, following my gaze.

“It’s Edward. Edward Masen,” I told her.

“Your betrothed?” Charlotte gaped.

I nodded, completely shocked as I watched him scan the sands, looking for someone. I watched as he did a double take, clearly finding who he was looking for. Following his line of sight, I sucked in a breath as I realized he was looking at Peter.

“He’s here for Peter!” I cried, moving to scramble forward.

“No ya don’t, lass!” Randall grunted, hauling me back.

“He’s going to kill Peter! We have to do something!” I screamed, struggling to escape his hold.

“Just wait. We need a plan,” Randall insisted, holding me still.

“He’s going to die,” I sobbed, redoubling my efforts.

“No, he won’t. Just breathe, Bella. We’ll get to him in time,” Charlotte assured me, her steady calm helping me to gather my own.

“What if I went and talked to him? Do you think I could get him to call off the invasion?” I asked.

“Possibly. Let’s save that as a last resort,” Randall frowned.

“We need to at least get out there. There are too many soldiers and not enough pirates,” I proclaimed.

“Aye, but remember. We stay together,” Randall persisted.

I nodded and grabbed Charlotte’s hand, squeezing briefly before we hurtled over the sand dune. As we raced along the beach, we cut down as many soldiers as possible. In a matter of minutes, we were all covered in blood, not all of it our enemy’s. All around us, the sound of swords clashing and dying men echoed.

I made sure to always stick close to Charlotte, unsure of her skills with a sword. She proved to be more than capable of holding her own. Somehow, we got separated from Randall, but the two of us remained back to back, taking down anyone who got within sword distance.

“I don’t know how much longer I can do this,” Charlotte panted as she took down another man.

“It’s either keep going, or be killed,” I snapped, thrusting my sword into one man as I threw plunged my cutlass into another.

“I really don’t think I can, Bella,” Charlotte gritted, fighting off another one.

“Keep trying,” I growled, yanking out a pistol and shooting a man a few yards away.

I continued fighting a while longer until I felt Charlotte collapse behind me. Thinking she’d been injured, I spun around to kill the man responsible. I quickly realized she’d passed out from exhaustion, unable to stand any longer.

I stood over her, deflecting any swords and killing those who got close enough. I was fighting off a much larger man than myself when I spotted Ben behind him.

“Ben! Get Char out of here!” I shouted, slipping a knife between the man’s ribs.

Ben jogged over to me, his head bleeding as well as his arm.

“What the hell are ya two doin’ out here?” Ben frowned.

“Just get her out. I’ll cover you,” I ordered.

“You’ll come, too,” Ben insisted.

“Move!” I yelled, kicking him towards her.

He lifted her onto his shoulder easily and took off running. No one even paid attention as he raced her over the dunes and back into town. I turned, fully intending to return to fighting, and stopped short when I ran into Edward.

“Hello, love.”

Peter’s POV

The battle was finally coming to an end. Glancing around the beach, I was pleased to notice there were more fallen soldiers than pirates. None of my men had fallen, but a few had been wounded. A cheer went up amongst the pirates when they realized the soldiers were retreating.

I frowned when they didn’t return to their dinghies, but simply lined up along the shore as if waiting.

“Peter Whitlock!” a voice called.

The men around me all turned, their expressions confused and suspicious. I frowned and started forward, feeling a sense of pride when my men walked forward with me.

As I neared the line, I saw who it was calling for me. He looked vaguely familiar, but my attention was quickly diverted to who he held in his arms.

“Isabella,” I breathed, hurrying forward.

“Ah, ah, ah, Captain. Don’t come any closer,” the man taunted, holding a knife over her throat.

“Don’t! Just, please,” I cried, holding out a hand.

“Drop your sword,” the man ordered.

The sword fell to the sand without hesitation. Isabella’s eyes closed as the sword sank down, a single tear escaping down her cheek. My heart clenched as the sight and I fought to remain standing.

“Now, we’re going to all take a little trip to Hades’ Dagger and have us a little talk,” the man said.

“Anything, just let her go,” I pleaded.

“Oh, no. I think she’ll come along. Don’t you want to come with us, my love?” the man asked.

Isabella didn’t respond, her chocolate brown eyes hardening as he addressed her. When she didn’t answer, he jerked her hair.

“Answer me,” the man growled.

“Yes,” Isabella spat.

“Yes, what?” the man goaded.

“Yes, I want to go with you,” Isabella answered.

“Good girl,” the man cooed, kissing her cheek.

He grinned darkly at me, pulling her along by her hair, the knife still across her throat.

“Come along, Captain Whitlock. Wouldn’t want my hand to slip,” the man called brightly.

“Captain,” Garrett warned.

“See to the men, Garrett,” I ordered, following Isabella without thought.

The man climbed into a dinghy, sitting as far away from me as possible. I took my seat at the front and stared at the knife across my Isabella’s throat.

“Isabella, my love, why don’t you make the introductions? I’m sure Peter is quite anxious to know who I am,” the man suggested, the subtle pressure of the knife against her neck making it a demand.

“Peter, this is Lord Edward Masen of Timilue. Lord Masen, Captain Peter Whitlock of the Priam,” Isabella introduced us.

“You left out the most important part, my love. I am her betrothed,” Edward grinned.

This sick bastard was the man she was going to marry? Vaguely, I remembered seeing him hiding in the Captain’s cabin aboard the Infamy. The idea of that puny, terrified man being the same as the one sitting across from me, knife to my Isabella’s throat, was baffling.

“I should have killed you when I had the chance,” I glared.

“Your loss,” Edward shrugged.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked, hoping he would reveal a weakness.

“You took her from me. She was so pure, so beautiful. Now, she’s used, violated, trash. And it’s entirely your fault. This is simply revenge,” Edward explained.

“Why harm her, though?” I pressed.

“She betrayed me. Besides, Penn is quite interested in meeting the woman you hid from him a week ago,” Edward smirked.

Dread settled in the pit of my stomach. Penn would butcher Isabella, no doubt about it, and he’d force me to watch as punishment for forcing from my ship. It would be kinder to simply allow Edward to kill her now, but I was unable to believe there wasn’t some way to save her.

The remainder of the short trip was silent, my mind furiously working at ways to get her out of this without causing her harm. I no longer cared if I made it out of here or not. My only concern was getting her away from these men who sought to do her harm.

The dinghy bumped against Hades’ Dagger and Edward motioned for me to climb the ladder.

“Any tricks and I slit her throat,” Edward warned as I gripped the ladder.

I closed my eyes as I climbed, hating myself for bringing her into this world. If it weren’t for me kidnapping her, for my selfish desire to have her as mine, she would be safe. As soon as I landed on the main deck, I was grabbed and tied to the mast.

“Welcome aboard, Peter. It’s a shame you didn’t get to visit last time,” Penn greeted me gaily, as if he wasn’t behind this.

Edward climbed over the side of the ship next, Isabella thrown over his shoulder.

“And this must be your Isabella,” Penn grinned.

I didn’t even bother trying to plead for her release. That would only encourage Penn to hurt her more.

Edward set Isabella on her feet, his knife quickly moving back to her throat. Her eyes found mine immediately and the desperation within them physically hurt.

“My, my. Yes, I can see why you hid her from me. She is quite breathtaking,” Penn nodded, moving towards her.

Edward sneered as she flinched away from Penn, cutting a thin line into her neck when she moved.

“Give her to me, Edward. It seems you cannot be trusted to handle such delicate cargo,” Penn tisked.

Edward readily handed her over, grinning eagerly as Penn turned her face one way, then the other, sizing her up. One of his hands cupped her breast, lifting experimentally.

“You have done well, Edward, but you are no longer needed,” Penn decided.

“Wha-“

Before he could finish his first word, Laurent plunged a sword through his chest from behind. Isabella screamed, no doubt at seeing the man she had once planned to marry killed so suddenly. Penn laughed, delighted with her reaction.

“You, my dear, will make a lovely addition to my harem,” Penn smiled.

“Go to hell,” Isabella spat.

“My dear, we are already there.”