The heat of the day had softened by the time it had reached the afternoon – a gentle breeze captured and breezed through the chiffon curtains, the birds of paradise outside tweeted their songs harmoniously. Everything felt so perfect – yet the truth was so far from it.

You found yourself comparing every little detail between Edward and Vane, as you laid cuddled up beside the vicious Captain of the Ranger. His style of loving wasn't too dissimilar to his approach to being a captain: course, rough and unforgiving. You had rather longed to see a sweeter side to him, yet all the same his brutal approach had been a thrilling experience for you.

Although, both of you laying entangled in the soft white sheets, Vane was ever gentle and tender, arms enveloped around you, fingertips idly caressing the same patch of skin on your hip. You could tell by his mannerisms that he was smitten, a boyish and daydream like smile lingering on his tired looking features.

It had been a couple of hours since your tryst, and you wondered whether the captain ever had plans to leave. Not that you necessarily wanted him to, you just worried that he might be searched for if he didn't return ... and you would surely die if Edward found out about this.

The negativity in your mind began to bubble following this thought trail, but Vane quickly distracted you with a chaste kiss to your cheek.

"Not sure I ever want to think about leaving after that, love." He said, a weary but definitely proud little chuckle sounded from his throat. You could feel the deep and husky buzz of his voice with your ear against his chest.

Slowly, and with doe eyes, you glanced back at him with a small smirk. He had given you such a good time, and an even better orgasm. It was hard to want to think of him leaving when you recalled that aspect...

"There's no need for you to rush off... not unless you're expected back by a certain time." You replied, hooking your leg over his as you snuggled closer, relishing the warmth of another body in your bed. A sudden pressure of fingertips eased into your side securely, as Vane made sure to hold you that bit tighter.

"Ah, I might as well leave tomorrow morning..." he replied with a nonchalant tone, pressing a singular kiss to the top of your head. "Besides, this way I'm thinking we might get time to have another go." He remarked cheekily, and sniggered to himself in a laddish manner. You whacked him playfully, the smirk on your own expression giving away the fact you weren't at all really maddened by his suggestion.

"You should be charming me if you want to get your own way, Captain." You replied back, gently pushing yourself away from his side to get out of bed. Your body was begin to pain and ache a little, and so you decided to get up and walk about.

The wood floor was warm from the summer sunlight as you paced to the balcony, French doors flung open wide and you lounged lazily on the railings, observing the beauty around you. The gentle breeze felt gorgeous against your bare skin, you just had to take a deep breath and savour the moment.

From the bed, your admirer was getting an absolute eyeful of you – and unsubtly drawing his eyes over every part of you visible, licking his lips like a starving wolf.

"You surely must be doing that on purpose." You heard Vane's wavering voice remark behind you. It was clearly an attempt to be cocky, but he was barely holding it together with the lust that was shaking his tones. Grinning a feline smile, you slowly turned, arms still draped over the railings behind you.

"What? It's not my fault you clearly can't get enough of me." You cooed teasingly, earning a low growl from the captain.

"Get over here. Now..." he commanded, his low tones sending shivers of pleasure right through your abdomen. You shamefully wandered over to him, undeniable eagerness about you for what he had next in store.

Your feet were just about to reach the bed, when all of a sudden your ears had tuned into the sound of low talking, and crunching footsteps. The voices began to grow louder... it was as if someone was approaching the property.

"What is that?" you whispered, turning your head slowly over your shoulder, long (hair colour) hair tumbling down your back in messy waves.

"What is what? It's probably nothing... just come over, you'll soon forget about it." Vane snickered darkly, clearly his cock had rather assumed possession of his brain. You shook your head, the voices were ever so clear now.

Padding quietly back over towards the window, you peeked just behind the chiffon material to find the source of the talking.

Two men.

And not just any two men.

"This is the place Kenway's lads reckon they'd stolen... I had no idea it was yours, Mr Du-Casse, sir." Ben Hornigold uttered across to the olive-skinned, dark haired Templar who was wandering beside him.

"Yes... the pirate scum. They messed with the wrong man." Du Casse replied, and then suddenly looked up to the top floor, and you quickly dipped out of sight. The Templar was looking to see the balcony doors half open.

"It appears someone's at home." The sneer on his face was brimming with malice, as the man quickly snatched his flintlock from it's tan leather holster, and marched quickly for the steps that led to the front door.

"Oh fuck!" you gasped suddenly, reality smacking you right in the face. You rushed over to the wardrobe to shove on a dress. Vane was looking at you in confusion and worry.

"What is it? What's wrong?" he queried, as you shoved on the clothing quickly.

"It was Hornigold! And Julian Du Casse, one of the men Edward is hunting... they're here... it's his home." You babbled urgently, running over to the other wardrobe and throwing some clothes out for Vane.  You felt you had to make a quick escape.

On the other side of the bedroom door, you could hear talking downstairs and the sickness that pitted in your stomach could've been mistaken for a boulder. Trouble was lingering, and it was closing in on you.

Downstairs, the two men paced the property and examined the rooms. It wasn't long before Hornigold was in the living room, and frowned at the pile of clothes strewn about the parquet floor. His cold glance examined the garments, bypassing the sundress as his gaze immediately fixated on the long leather coat he knew... and the necktie.

"Bloody hell," he hissed, "I thought I saw his ship in the docks..." Ben said, marching back out into the hall with a purposeful stride, long coat swishing with each step.

"I know who's here... one of Thatch's rats... Captain Vane." Hornigold whispered, and then pulled a face, "I found his clothes... and a dress, so either he's dressin' as a woman now... or he's here with a lass." Ben concluded, and Du Casse smirked an evil smile, nodding in the direction of the stairs as I to ascend.

This was terrible timing for yourself and Vane, you had been hoping to steal away out of the bedroom, and out of the house – think the men were at the back of the house in the study. But you came face to face with your worst fears when you were grounded to a halt on the landing – a heavy feeling of defeat resting on your shoulders.

"Well I never!" Hornigold harked, looking at you with wide surprised eyes. He peered at Vane who had been following behind you, and smirked widely – putting the pieces together. "This really is something I didn't expect."

You were too stunned to speak, you could not believe this was happening, you had been sussed... and you were also dumbfounded as to why Ben was suddenly with Du Casse?

"It's nice to see you again, (name)." the French templar finally piped up, a coy smirk on his face. The disgust and distaste that entered your system made you want to spit in the man's face, but you were better than that.

"Yes, Mr Du Casse told me about your short stay in Havana." Ben crooned, his sickly smile made you repulse.  "Shame about what happened though... I'm sure if you'd been more... allowing... you would've fit in well."

"What's this all about, prick?" Vane suddenly spat from behind you, moving forwards and planting himself in front of you protectively.

"It's about me finding my true path with real men of vision." Hornigold replied, his eyes looking discerningly over Vane, hand hovering over the hilt of his pistol that sat snugly in it's holster.

"And might I remind you that you're trespassing in this house, I suggest you get out before someone gets shot." Hornigold snapped to Vane, who's expression just creased in anger. Vane was not one to be told what to do.

"Who do you think you are, you greasy bilge rat?" Vane angered, "Actin' all high and mighty, pretend you're the dog's bollocks. You're not but an arse-licking, cock sucking-"

Suddenly the pistol was aimed dead centre in the middle of Vane's forehead, and you let out a yell of surprise – covering your hands over your mouth out of shock. Vane's hazel eyes simply flickered up the shining barrel of the gun that was placed against his skin. He then slowly, and reluctantly put his hands up.

"Good move." Hornigold smiled slickly, and grabbed Vane quickly to pull him out of the way. "Now I suggest you fuck off back to Nassau, and let Kenway know this ain't his place anymore." Hornigold barked, Du Casse chuckling away quietly in the background.

You then went to walk by, head down – but the Frenchman quickly and roughly snatched your wrist.

"You, you are not going anywhere." He hissed harshly, fingers wrapped tightly around your skin. You felt like a frightened rabbit caught up in a snare. "You are coming back with us."

No... No you could not possibly go through all the pain you had gone through before. Panic and dread swallowed up every part of your conscious being and you began to pull, wriggle and writhe in Du Casse's strong hold, before you cried and screamed and yelled for all your worth.

"Shut your trap, you useless whore!" Hornigold boomed and swiftly clapped the back of his hand around your face, which both stunned you and instilled you with unmatched fear. These men were not playing games...

The red-head captain then turned back to Vane, who looked as if he was about to lash out after seeing what Hornigold had just done to you.

"You heard me didn't you Vane? Clear off back to Thatch and Kenway, and don't you dare come lookin' for (name)... otherwise your dirty little secret might get out." Hornigold hissed.

"Well what do you want me to fucking say? Kenway is going to find out about this, regardless if I tell or not." Vane's lip curled into a snarl.

Hornigold's lips set into a malevolent smile.

"Tell them she's dead – whatever. You usually don't have much of an issue with lying?" He scorned, a self assured and cocky tone that just dripped with egotistical flamboyance. Vane balled his fists, trying to think of what to do.

"... you are not to lay a finger on her, you understand me?" Vane cautioned, his gaze flickering angrily between the two men, and you watched on in fear of everything that was swirling around you.

"Don't worry, Captain Vane." Du Casse grinned seedily, "We will look after her well...," he chuckled, and dragged you closer with a dark smile, his face inches from yours, "We will make sure gets all the special attention she needs."

Your stomach was practically doing all sorts of flips and turns at this point, and your (eye colour) eyes filled with a pleading look. You didn't want Vane to go, to leave you with these men.

"Very well then gentlemen..." Vane uttered coldly, his eyes down at his feet. He hung his head, trying to think of an appropriate plan but he could not clearly distinguish anything in this whirring tornado of a situation. No... he needed to come away from this, and then dive back in with a well thought out and coordinated plan.

Vane slowly walked towards you under the cautious glances of the two men, Hornigold had his pistol aimed at Vane again in case the captain tried anything against their wishes.

Vane simply pressed a small kiss to your cheek, and then backed away slowly. He was the embodiment of your shrinking hope in that moment, as he paced back towards the stairs to leave. You screamed out for him, the tears rolling down your cheeks in glistening drops

"Please.... Forgive me..." you heard Vane whisper, as he turned his back to you and continued down the stairs and out of sight. At this point you were bawling and struggling with so much might that Hornigold very quickly grew tired of you.

"Shut your bloody gob!" he suddenly screamed.

The last thing you recall was hearing your own screams, a huge thump against your head – and then the black vignette in your eyeline suddenly consumed your vision. You were out.