Montagne raised an eyebrow. "No weapon? You're in my quarters." He dragged him out to the deck. "I HAVE SWORDS HANGING ON THE WALLS!" he yelled as he threw Elias onto the ground. "You idiot...Tie him up to the mast." He turned and went back to his quarters as the crew obeyed.

Elias struggled against the ropes holding him. Eventually, he gave up, and relaxed. "Shit... I'm in it now..." He said to himself.

Montagne ignored him as they persued Hawthorne. Everyone on the ship was angered by David's capture. Afew were anvered enough that they would spit on Elias as they passed.

David awoke slowly, only to find himself tied and gagged.

Hawthorne was standing over David. "Hello, David. Don't worry, we know all about you. I know you're Montagne's son. And you're going to help me, aren't you?" He grinned, only it looked more like a grimace.

David looked up at him in shock. He growled through the gag and fought against the rope that had his hands behind his back. His eyes flared with defiance. There was no way he was helping him.

Hawthorne removed David's gag. "Leave me." He said to his two guards, who left the room. "So, tell me, David... Your father... What are his weaknesses?"

David spat in his face. "Rot in hell," he snarled.

Hawthorne wiped the spit off his face. "Well, I guess you should know something about me first, eh? My name is Hawthorne, My ship is the Graceful Dahlia, and I'm your dad's rival. Ok, tell me something about your dad."

David smirked. "They're going to kill you when they find me," he said, chukling almost manacially.

"I really wouldn't count on that. We've got someone working for us on the Rose." Hawthorne smirked. "And I really don't care what happens to him, so..."