A Pirate's Life

Chapter 17

Bucky was nervous when they got to Port Whedon, he was afraid that he would get arrested. Steve kept telling him to calm down, it's okay. Steve's heart soars when he sees the rest of his crew, maybe injured but very much alive. On the other hand Bucky's heart fell when he sees his friends, his crew in chains, all attached to one another. His palms go sweaty and he goes cold, he clings onto Steve's right arm, squeezing it tightly.

A bunch of navy guards walk by and see Bucky, they recognise him as the pirate captain. They start walking quicker towards Steve and Bucky. Steve steps forward and the other guards fall still. Steve describes Bucky's situation, but the guards just done want to hear it.

Now, usually in a situation where it's wither fight or flight, obviously you only have two choices. And since Bucky was freaking out he ran. The guards start shouting out and chasing him, Steve tries explaining what Bucky's been through and that he's a changed man, but they just would not here it. Since the blonde Commodore was driving them nuts, they have no other choice but to silence him. Not permanently, just knocked him out and hid him where they would gather him later for disciplinary actions.

Bucky was terrified, he ran for his life. He scaled a wall and climbed to the top of a building, he raced across the rooftops, and the guards followed behind with great haste. Bucky didn't dare look behind him, he was so terrified. He gets to a steep rooftop and quickly scrambles up it, the roof tiles kept slipping underfoot. He jumps down from the roof, whimpering when he lands awkwardly on his ankle.

He sees a broken down bar and hastily sneaks inside, carefully avoiding the broken bottles strewn all over the place. He ducks behind the bar and tries to steady his breathing, his heart racing erratically in his chest.

Captain Bucky tenses when he hears murmuring coming from outside, but luckily they don't come inside. Bucky spots an old rusty blade lying across from him, he leans over and grabs it. He clutches at it like a lifeline, praying he's not found.