The Cry of Liberty

Chapter Twenty Nine: Prisoners

"Elizabeth!" The blonde woman was engulfed in the arms of an older gentleman, clearly a man of stature. Will offered Sasha a hand climbing aboard the Dauntless. A man about her age stood before them, powdered wig, smug grin.

"You must be the Commodore." Sasha bowed in sincere respect, knowing she would have to keep the peace if they were to talk their way out of the gallows. Jack would surely try his damndest to set her efforts back. The man looked her over with disgust. Elizabeth let go of the older man and stood beside Sasha.

"James, this is Sasha Hartford. She saved us in that cave, along with Jack."

"Ah, the Black Widow." He nodded, unimpressed. "I heard you were dead."

"Uhg, you men are all the same. None of you can tell when a woman is faking it." The blush on his face was priceless. Jack snorted behind her.

"I promised them a hot meal and I hope you will allow me to keep my word." Elizabeth looked between her fiance and the older man, who Sasha realized was her father.

"A meal seems the least we can do for them after bringing you back to us. Don't you agree, Commodore?" The Governor agreed. All eyes looked to James.

"One meal." He snapped and the three pirates were swarmed by guards. Elizabeth, her father, and her fiance all convened in the quarters on the main deck.

"Well I think that went better than expected." Sasha smiled at the two men sitting across from her at the table. Will hardly touched his food while Jack scarfed his down. She was careful not to eat until she was sick, but was in bliss at the warm soft feel of the bread she was eating.

"What will happen to us?" The boy asked.

"You'll probably be fine, no doubt Miss Swann is in there right now talking them out of punishing a first timer like yourself." Jack spoke with a mouth full of food.

"It's the gallows for us no doubt but I'm sure they'll keep us in prison for a while to teach us a lesson like death isn't enough." Sasha added, chuckling like hanging was the least of her worries. As they finished their plates, James appeared at the top of the stairs.

"Hartford and Sparrow are to be imprisoned at once. Mr. Turner is to be brought to the Governor's office." Jack and Sasha were thrown into the brig, surrounded by the remaining members of Barbossa's crew. Some offered apologies, others spit on their former captain. The non-hostile men would listen to Jack and Sasha's stories and even shared their own.

The trip to Port Royal wasn't as horrible as Sasha had thought it would be, Elizabeth was allowed to collect her and let her bathe periodically. The shock on the young woman's face the first time Sasha disrobed was amusing to the pirate but she offered reassurance that she had received the scars doing honorable work, contrary to what the wanted posters said. Any time she saw the girl, she reminded her of her worth and to keep that fire in her heart, her way of making amends with her own past. The Commodore was adamant that she and Jack were less than redeemable whenever he was pressured by Elizabeth or Will. Sasha had caught him genuinely invested into one of her tales, tipping a non-existent hat his way to spite him.

"Jack?" She whispered to him one night after all the other prisoners were fast asleep.

"Aye, love?"

"Do you think we have a-"

"Everyone up!" They were interrupted by a young guard banging on the cell bars. Everyone was rounded up and forced topside. James stood regal, pleased to have such a plentiful haul for the hangman. "All are shackled and accounted for, sir!" The guard saluted.

"Send them all to the fort." James crossed his hands behind his back, watching the procession of prisoners. "And make sure Hartford and Sparrow have double the guards." Sasha looked back over her shoulder at him.

"What the hell did I do?"

AN: Hello lovelies! Just a heads up, next chapter will conclude this part of Sasha's story. It should be up by midweek and will be the end of The Cry of Liberty. After it's done I am taking a small break as I am moving to a new state friday and have a lot to do before and after the move. I will be back in October with the second part of Sasha's journey between the end of CotBP and before/during DMC. Please accept my humble thanks for reading and enjoying this story as it's the biggest and most developed of any of my oc's stories and I am glad that you have embraced Sasha outside of my usual reader insert works. I'll be back by Wednesday at the latest with the last chapter so until then, please be safe and stay wonderful!