"Think of the possibilities, My darling! The Genovasens with training from rangers? The most powerful breed of assassins!" Jackson smiled at Lynn. Lynn glared at him.

"You think the low of me? That I would be willing to share the secerts of the rangers for my freedom?" She scoffed. He simply smiled.

"Yes, because I know the real you. I know you would do anything to help a friend." He said. Lynn felt herself blush as he said the words.

"Well you don't know the new Lynn. I've changed, Jackson, and I would never give up secrets to a brood of deadly idiots." She said. Jackson glared at her and stood.

"You will regret this desicion, My dear." He said before he left the cell swiftlty. Jackson had been pestering her for days now, trying to get her to 'train the Genovesans.' She was astounded he would even think she would be that stupid. She missed the old Jackson, the one she used to play with while their parents worked at the house at Flinchshire Estate. She missed the Jackson who used to be her partner in crime once they reached the age of eight. Then it all came crashing down the day she thought he died. Lord Flinchshire claimed it was a hunting accident, but she knew the truth now. Her old Jackson turned bitter, and was adobted by Genovesans. Her enemy. If he thought she would give up so many secrets, he kidnapped the wrong girl.

"Please come for me MJ." She whispered to herself as she felt tears begin to stream down her cheeks. She wished nothing more then to see her mentor for the past few days she had been stuck in the cell. She cursed herself.

"MJ might not be able to come, I'll have to find my own way out." She muttered to herself. Since she had had no one but Jackson to speak to for the past week, she began to feel lonely, since he wasn't the greatest of company. She missed MJ laughing and talking with her, and his cute smile. She groaned out loud. She liked him a lot, but she knew it was wrong to like her mentor. She knew he would never like her back, despite what Will had told her.

   Lynn hugged her knees into her chest and silently cried into them. She needed a day to cry, then she'd start on her escape plan.

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   Water lapped up against Wolfwill as she glided through the water. Willy stood at the helm as he squinted to see pass the fog. Quint stood beside him in silence.

"Are we there yet?" Emmy asked, sounding bored. Willy glared at her.

"I'm sorry, is the wind not going fast enough for you?" He retorted, sounding equally annoyed.

"Yeah, kinda." She said rolling her eyes and folding her arms. MJ stood in the bow in silence, staring out at the water. He hadn't spoken barely at all since they set sail almost a week and a half ago. Will tried to console him, but he wanted to be alone, so they left him to himself. Willy wanted to be left alone also, since he was worried about Lynn, and Emmy wouldn't stop talking. She was doing it on purpose to annoy him, and they both knew it. She enjoyed his annoyence. The whole crew could sense the tension between the two of them, but they didn't dare bring it up, because they didn't want to face the wrath of Willy.

   Willy was about to reply when MJ's voice caught him by surprise.

"Will you both just shut up already? Gorlogs toenails! You two fight like an old married couple!" He exclaimed. The crew was stunned by the sound of his voice, since he had not spoken to them in a long time. Once they recovered from the shock, Javat was the first to laugh at his remark. Following Javat, the rest of the hounds and Will burst into laughter, while Emmy and Willy glared at them.

"It's not funny!" Willy growled at his brother. MJ smirked a bit.

"I do have to admit, little brother, your fighting with a pretty girl is quite amusing. It's the only thing that's kept my spirits up on this never ending journey." He said giving his brother a grin. Willy gave his brother a small smile.

"I guess it is a little ridiculous." Willy admitted. Emmy glared at them all.

"Only because most of the time I'm right." She sneered. Willy's smile dropped and the glare returned.

"No you're not!" He exclaimed. She was about to respond when Quint clasped a hand over her mouth, while MJ did the same with Willy.

"We're done with your fighting!" Quint said irritably. He turned to Will, who looked extremely amused by the whole sight. "Can you please fetch me those shackles we keep stored?" He asked. Will grinned and left, coming back quickly with the item Quint asked for.  He took the cuffs and clamped one down on Emmy's wrist, and the other on Willy's, handcuffing them together. MJ and Quint released their mouths and Willy looked about ready to explode.

"Quint! You can't do this to me, I'm your skirl!" Willy yelled. Quint simply laughed.

"And I'm first mate, which means I have the right to take charge if I see you mentally or physically unable to act as skirl. And right now, you have some serious anger issues you need to get sorted out." Quint said. The crew mumbles their agreement and Willy rolled his eyes. Emmy had yet to say anything, but Quint noticed there was a slight shade of pink to her cheeks. Was she blushing? He decided it was the cold and moved on. "You two are going to be cuffed together until the crew decides that you have made up." Quint said. Willy let out an angry sigh.

"Quint, we don't have time for this. We need to get to Lynn." Willy said. Quint nodded his agreement.

"Yes, we do, and we won't get there soon enough if you to don't become friends. Or at least try to get along." He said. Willy let out a sigh of defeat. He said nothing more, just began to walk towards the bow of the ship, dragging Emmy with him. He was walking to fast, so she stumbled after him and felt her arm being wrenched away from her. She had a feeling it might be a long time before they were unchained. A long, miserable time.

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Sorry for the lateness! It's been a long week with finals just around the corner. I hope you liked this chapter. Emmy and Willy have such an interesting relationship, still trying to figure out where they stand. Please comment your thoughts and vote! Love you all!

~Avis