"Jack?" Cora breathed in a shaky mumble, shifting her bare feet nervously as she glanced up. Then down as she looked away. "Can we leave?"

"Hmm?" Sparrow murmured as he lifted his mug to his lips, pausing midway. "I thought you liked going to the tavern."

"It's, it's not that, I-" She paused, eyes full of fear as she was cut off by an angry shout. Given from a rugged man in about his forties across the room.

"Oi, your whore there. She's mine." He snapped, hands going to roughly grab Cora's cheekbone. "I paid 200 pounds for that woman only for her to run off. Caused me trouble with my wife it did. Never heard the end of it. Had a young un' with her too, she was pretty nice." The man added wistfully.

Jack humphed , eyes full of annoyance and anger as he quickly pulled his wife close. Arms tight and protective around her waist. "Well sorry for the trouble mate but she's mine now so bugger off." He replied sharply, pistol drawn and aimed at the man's head.

"The law, Captain. Says otherwise." He retorted, taking out his own pistol and pointing it at Jack. "You did not buy her from me, you stole her. I have the right for my- property, to be returned . Or they'll be a price to pay and a high one at that."

"I've already paid an' double."  The pirate growled. "Triple if ye want to get technical. "SHE'S MINE."

"Then you'll pay again." The man stated simply.

A gunshot went off causing heads to turn as the tavern went silent. Except for the cry of horror that escaped Cora's throat at the discovery of where the bullet went. And who, shot first.

Jack on the other hand lay still on the old hardwood floor. Shirt stained red and his gun was still clutched tightly in his hand, unfired.

She went to go quickly kneel by his side but was stopped. By her arm being yanked back, pulling her roughly to her feet.

A rope hastily bondaged them, and she was made to follow. Like a dog at his heel as they headed out the door.

Cora knew from too many instances in her childhood that there was no hope of escape, so she complied. Hanging her head down low as a tear flowed down her cheek.

Memories flowed back also, ones that she wished to never be reality again.

Brutal nights of laying in the cold dark. Not knowing what was going to happen next. Or wether there was another way of escape, other than death..

And as they marched she knew that she'd never be Jack's again.

He was dead...

                                And so was she...

A/N:

FandomFox29 (You requested a potc one awhile so here's one. :) If you want part 2 just let me know. )

*theambernightingale don't worry, I didn't forget your one shot. :) I just want it to be perfect and I haven't had a lot of inspiration lately for writing so I'm still working on it. Plus things have been stressful in my life lately so I've also little time to write . But it'll come soon , I promise!

🖖🏻~ Isilwen.