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(I want you to know that my original plan was to have Kuervo betray Owen but my heart couldn't take that)
Kuervo and Owen had both run away from their past before, in similar manners too actually, they weren't particularly keen on facing the consequences of their actions thank you very much.
Kuervo had just beaten Owen out, only by a year, starting his skirmishes and rivalry with the navy at the age of sixteen whereas Owen started at seventeen.
"Owen the Romeo?" Kuervo repeated back, "I've heard of you, Naya's navy was almost as interested in you as they were me," he revealed, sipping his ale.
"Your name came up in my prison a few times, experienced criminals three times your age were admiring your skills," Owen replied, her own drink reaching his lips.
"What did they want you for?" Kuervo pressed, his eyes shifting to glance at the door, old habits die hard is what Owen assumed but Kuervo saw something but it was too late to warn Owen off.
"The Saber Marauda, I stole it from the king, he wants me dead but alas, I'm smarter than that!" Owen bragged, finishing off his drink as Kuervo reached for the holster at his side.
"Oh are you now?" Came a voice from behind Owen, one that made her freeze in fear. Not him, please anyone but him.
"Hello Owen," the navel officer pushed Owen's head down, "And Kuervo too, I'll be a very rich man after tonight," he brought out a pair of shackles.
"If you do not want war, you will let her go. We have diplomatic immunity here on the Isle and this will constitute as kidnapping," Kuervo's hand rested on his gun, waiting for the right moment.
"Diplomatic immunity? You are pirates! Criminals! You deserve death!" The officer cuffed Owen.
"You are stood on the land discovered by Sandro Caravel, so you abide by his rules, and the rules of this Isle are do not steal within the town, do not break blocks within the town and no killing within town limits. I don't believe Owen has done any of that," Kuervo spat.
BANG!
Owen screamed and Kuervo froze.
Blood began to pour from her shoulder, tainting the expensive mahogany table of the Kestrel tavern.
Kuervo couldn't breathe, his heart started to pound and his ears began to ring.
Not that noise.
Anything but that noise.
He felt a hand touch him and he flinched away, he vaguely recognised the ring on the hand's finger through his blurred gaze.
"You will let her go," Finnegan had his gun pointed at the navel officer, stood behind the split haired pirate.
Shep had appeared behind the officer, also cocking his pistol.
Owen's eyes began to close, the voices above her began to blur together but he did hear another shot and the collapse of the navel officer.
Not that noise.
Anything but that noise.
Kuervo was struggling to keep together.
"Owen, baby, eyes stay open yeah? It'll be alright," Finnegan held Owen close, he knew she'd be alright, nothing dangerous had been hit by the bullet.
"Kuervo, hey, I need you to breathe yeah?" One of the Nightingales, one Kuervo didn't really register, was talking to him now but he couldn't breathe, no matter how hard he tried, he was back in that horrible place.
