This was so lame.

Why did it always have to be freaking Jordan?

I mean did he just have a face that begged for someone to ruin his day?

He couldn't have just one? Just one good day would be a blessing from the gods.

Man, this island was getting to him.

These thoughts raced through his head as he stood at the mercy of his captor. To make things worse, it was a girl.

She stood over him now, grinning cockily. She was thin and surprisingly short for the amount of strength Jordan had felt behind the blade. She had long, straight auburn hair that lay partially tucked beneath the smart navy captain's hat that adorned her head. Her long, navy coat clung loosely to her thin frame and was adorned with brass decorations as the Skipper's was. Beneath it, she wore a fluffy white shirt overlayed with a deep red button up vest and faded brown trousers covered up halfway by worn out black boots.

He had been captured so easily by this girl and then dragged off at knifepoint as his friends yelled at Redbeard. It was probably the most embarrasing thing that had ever happened in his life.

Jordan tugged uselessly at the ropes that bound him to the mast of the suddenly-not-so-damaged ship. He knew it was pointless to try, but hey, he did a lot of pointless things. Anyway, it just seemed the appropriate thing to do at the moment. He was, after all, the desperate hostage awaiting his saviors to ransom him from the scary pirates.

He felt something hit him in the side, and gasped in pain and surprise.

"What was that for?" He cried looking up at the owner of the offending boot, who was still grinning down cockily at him.

"Yar seemed too comfy, lil Cap'n." Capsize shrugged.

Jordan raised his eyebrows.

"Aren't you younger than me?"

Jordan saw the second kick coming and quickly kicked up, knocking Capsize off balance as it caught hers midswing.

"Woah, matey. That's a nice reflex ya got there, Gordan." She nodded approvingly as she regained her balance.

"It's Jordan." He grumbled.

"Really? Cuz methinks I heard Sparklez." Another voice chimed in from behind Jordan.

Jordan would have jumped at the sound had he been able to. Redbeard, who Jordan had now found to be the ship's Skipper, stepped into Jordan's view.

"Sparklez?" Capsize raised an eye. "That's no threatenin' title. Can ye imagine? The terror of Captain Sparklez." She shuddered mockingly.

"I'm tremblin' in me boots." Redbeard chuckled.

Jordan sighed. Not only did he have to be captured by pirates, they had to be sarcastic too.

Thankfully, however, the pirates seemed to be done with him as they became engrossed in their own hushed conversation. This gave Jordan the oppurtunity to finally move his hand, wincing as it rubbed against the rough rope. He began shimmying his hand up his sleeve, reaching for the blade he had hidden there, a suggestion from Tom. As he dislodged it, he nearly let out a cry of glee before stifling it, reminding himself of the company he was in. Slowly, painfully, Jordan was able to position the blade's edge against the rope. As he did this, Jordan was able to catch a word every now and then of the pirate's conversation, but what he heard only confused him further.

"-gold-......-will he?-.....-Ian-.......-go back?"

"Wait. Did you say Ianite?" Jordan blurted.

The two pirates whirled on him, thankfully, they were too surprised to see the blade poking between the binds of the rope.

"How dare ye speak the Lady's name, Dianite scum." Capsize hissed, her mocking grin now contorted in anger. Jordan's eyes widened at how quickly the situation had changed.

"Dianite?" Jordan cried incredulously. "I'm no follower nor friend of him, believe me. But you said-"

Redbeard stepped forward, cutting him off.

"Then why were ye so cozy with the green one, eh?"

"Tom? He's just a friend." Jordan waved off quickly, determined to get back to the pressing question. "But what do you know about Iani-"

He was interrupted with a sharp slap to the face. Jordan nearly dropped his knofe in surprise.

"Oi. You dare say the honored Lady's name so familiar-like?" Capsize spat. "Yer no better than the Dianite scum ye befriend." She glared down at him, causing him to shrink back from the fearsome figure before him.

Quickly, she turned away. "Skipper, gag the cretin." She ordered. "The second those buffoons get back with our booty, I want it off me ship."

"Aye aye, Sis."

Sis?

So those two were-? Nevermind. There are more important things to be thinking about here, Sparklez!

Huh, that name was really beginning to stick.

"Look I just want to know if you have any news of Ia-My Lady." Jordan pleaded desperately as the two pirates ignored him. "Please, she's in pain."

This got the two's attention as Jordan felt his shoulders being grabbed forcefully. However, instead of letting him talk, he felt a gag being shoved roughly down his throat, and well, he did what any person would do. He gagged.

~~~~

Capsize looked down at her captive as he struggled against the gag and sighed inwardly.

She had wanted the crew's leader as her hostage, but she had had a hard time locating the one of them that was.

She had originally mistaken the green lad as the leader of the group, as he seemed spiffy enough, that is, until he opened his mouth.

She had picked this one as he had seemed to be the smartest of the group at the time, and a captain to boot! The other's were....odd to say the least. However, now she wished she had nicked the green one instead. At least kicking him around would have given her a little satisfaction. This one, however, had some fire in his belly. Capsize might have even respected him had he not been such a silver-tongued heathen.

Well, some time at the bottom of the sea would knock that out of him. Capsize grinned at the thought.

"Do ye thinks he knows anythin'?"

Capsize glanced over at the taller figure next to her. A flush of warmth spread through her at the sight of her brother. Together, they leaned against the prow.

"I wouldn't sail yer hopes on it. Me thinks he simply overheard our talkings and became desperate. No loyalist to me Lady would speak of her so disrespect'fly."

Redbeard nodded, pulling a small, rusted flask from his coat pocket, swishing its contents about before taking a deep swig. His face puckered in distaste.

"Let's pray that these lads got some bett'r rum than thar last ship." He grumbled.

Capsize raised an eyebrow.

"Thar' last ship didn't have no rum."

He glanced down at the flask distastefully.

"Exactly."

Thankfully, the conversation was interrupted by a shout.

"What be it this time, Rupert? Make it good, lad!" Redbeard turned to the blonde, skeleton-masked man.

Rupert was waving frantically.

"The prisoner! He's-"

He was interrupted as a loud splash cut him off.

Capsize rushed over to the side of the ship just in time to see Jordan reach the shore, clamboring up the slippery sands before running into the dense forest, lost from view.

"Curses!" She banged her fist against the hard planks, ignoring the pain that jarred her arm. "So that's how it's going to be, Sparkly boy." Capsize murmured darkly.

~~~~~

Jordan stumbled blindly through the forest, the few remaining strands of sunlight abandoning him to the darkening maze of branches and leaves.

Directionally challenged + the memory of a goldfish + the now oncoming darkness = Jordan being hopelessly lost.

Sighing, he cradled his aching side as he walked, knowing already of the dark bruise forming there.

Just as the world began to plunge into darkness, however, a bright light errupted into Jordan's view.

Temporarily blinded, he cried out softly in shock, covering his eyes. After a few seconds, when the pain had faded, he dared to open his eyes again.

A floating flame greeted him, flickering warmly as it hovered overhead. Once, Jordan would have stared in disbelief, but once the weird started piling up on top of you, you just laid down and accepted it.

As Jordan looked away from the floating flame, he began to notice a series of them, lighting a path Jordan hadn't noticed earlier.

Normally, he would have been wary at the sight, but the day had been long, so he simply cried out in relief at the sight as he began stumbling down the warmly lit path.

Unknown to him, a pair of eyes watched him from the shadows, drifting slowly behind.

~~~

A/N

It's a new year, folks!

Does that mean I'll update faster?

Probably not.

Does that mean there's a higher chance of Season 3 happening soon?

Maybe.

Does that mean I'll stop writing sentences starting with 'Does that mean-'

Please

Well anyways, Happy new years, guys! Have an update on me!

~SaRaH