Drums. Drums beat dully in the distance as Teague was marched up to the gallows and a rope put on his neck. His crimes were read as Soracha and his son were lead up behind him. Having ropes of their own.

His head was still held high even though there was no chance of escape. As everyone who could have saved him, was strung right up besides him. And it was his fault...

His eyes glanced up to where they saw Roxanne who was currently made to stand next to Beckett. And forced to watch with all the rest. Who unlike his wife, watched willingly. Wanting to see a pirate hang. He looked quickly away, not bearing to see the pain written on her face. As it made his heart wrench, tighter than the rope that would soon be lowered and taunt tightly at his throat. Ending both his life and breath....

The list of crimes read were long and it seemed like hours till they were finished. But not long enough.

Bullet fire sounded as the lever was pulled, causing a commotion as Teague's body went flying down and to his astonishment hit the hard ground. Instead of dangling in thin air.

He took the moment to quickly release the rope from around his neck as he pulled out his sword. Taking the opportunity to free Soracha and Jack as well.

The three of them managed to escape the frantic crowed and up to the balcony. Where Beckett sat with Roxanne.

"If you wish her dead, by all means, move closer." Beckett taunted, pulling a knife at Roxanne's throat as they approached him, swords and pistols drawn. "And if you've come to barter, you've wasted your time. There will be no arrangements."

Soracha gave a scoff, twirling her knives carelessly. "If you haven't forgotten, which I think you've have. I can be very persuasive." She replied, eyes glinting dangerously as she stepped closer, pressing her blades at his neck. "Release her, or I'll release your head from your throat." She hissed. Drawing blood.

He winced with a slight smirk, pressing his own knife harder on Roxanne's. "You've forgotten that I have leverage of my own, Doctor." He hissed back. "I'll kill her if you don't put your knives down ."

"An' I'll put a bullet in yer brain before you do." Teague snapped, putting his pistol at Beckett's head. "Let, her , go."

Left with no other choice, Beckett slowly lowered his knife. His eyes hard with anger and spite as Roxanne escaped. Going quickly to her husband's side.

"There's a good man," Soracha sarcastically said. "Now, where's Nara?" She asked harshly. Not removing her knives.

"The young girl?" Beckett answered smugly. "She's already halfway across the Caribbean by now. On the way to the next chain gang . Maybe she'll make it to a plantation. I have no idea."

Soracha swore in Gaelic under her breath, pressing her knives harder. The blades digging into his skin. "Liar," She spat. "Where is she?"

"I already told you, gone. Sold to the highest bidder. She went for a good price too." He replied. "People will pay well for them nice and young. She is healthy too, so she went quick."

He gave a hiss of pain, and gulped as he tried to breathe. Wiggling from the blades which only made them go deeper. Drawing more blood.

"Where is she!?" Soracha snapped one more time. Wanting very much to finish him off.

"Deeper south, they took her deeper south!" He cried , before dropping still the floor.

"Let's get out of here before they're on our tails." Soracha mutter, sheething her knives.

"Aye." Teague murmured back, turning to Roxanne. "Can you walk?" He gently asked.

She gave a nod. "Yes." She quietly replied. He took her hand and they made their escape. Going quickly to the docks to find a boat.

"Nice to see ye again, Captain." A familiar voice said from behind them. "An' welcome back aboard."

A/N:
Here's part 6 LucyBoal  :D (If you want more, I have more inspiration for another part or two. )

Another A/N:
There's also some Princess Bride quotes hidden in here. Can anybody spot them? 😁