Down The Rabbit Hole

three

Three; Turf Wars

Logan wakes up a few days later with the boat lurching and loud yells. She blinks a few times before quickly rushing out without shoes or her coat.

At first, her eyes couldn't focus on what was happening. Loud booming hurts her ears, cries of wounded causes her to look around.

The ship is being under attack. Sure, she knew pirates had turf wars, but she didn't think she would be standing in the middle of one.

Something fizzes by her ear, landing in the middle of a wooden wall. The bullet smokes, which causes a big fear in Logan's stomach to appear.

She's in the middle of a battle. She wastes no time running for cover. Her bare feet skid across the wooden boards, her hands clumsily reaching out for the railings as she bolts down the stairs.

She has to find Arthur or Ambrosia or someone who isn't dying. She stops when she sees the utter chaos that's happening.

Men rush around, some carrying weapons, some helping wounded, some yelling orders. The women are huddled in a corner, each gripping each other for sort of comfort.

Logan glances around before rushing over to a brunette man.

"Where's the captain? Is Arthur okay?" She rushes out, grabbing his arm.

The man, obviously engaged in the whole battle thing, gives her a once over before pushing her over towards the women.

She catches herself, refraining from going over and punching him in the lip. That would only make matters worse.

Logan walks towards the women, catching the eyes of many.

"Is everyone okay?" She asks first, glancing around for any wounded.

"Yes," Most murmur.

"Do you guys know what's happening?"

A tall black haired woman step forward lightly, unshed tears briming her eyes. "It's Spain. He's back to kill the captain."

"Arthur?" Her chest squeezes lightly at the thought of losing the blonde haired pirate, "Where is he?"

"He went over to his ship," A familiar feminine voice says with a tremble.

Logan searches until she see the blonde. Her eyes are filled with tears and her lip is trembling.

"Ambrosia," She says in a sigh of relief.

At least she's not hurt. Even if they hardly know each other, she is the only person she's talked to besides Arthur.

"Logan," Ambrosia grips Logan's arm in fear, "He went over there for me. He took me from Antonio. He wants me back. I don't want either of them to die. What am-"

"Sh," She hugs Ambrosia, "It's okay. I'll do something." And by do something, she means tackle someone, either it be Arthur or the other guy.

She pulls away. "I know we have only talked once, but you've got to trust that'll I'll make sure they won't die."

Ambrosia wipes her tears, nodding slightly before letting Logan go. Logan smiles, turning on her heels and running quickly up the stairs.