David smirked and skinned over to Hawthorne, running his hand over Hawthorne's shoulders. "You've insulted him by pulking me from under his nose," he said, drapping himself over Hawthorne's shoulders. "He wants to end you."

"Fair enough. You go with Elias, and wait for them there. Meanwhile, my crew will be waiting to go on the defensive..."

"Defensive?" David asked as he stepped back. "Well that's weak." He sighed and went to leaning against the wall. "Another reason my father dumped you."

"He's your father... You don't want him to get hurt, do you?" Hawthorne purred, stroking his face.

Elias raised an eyebrow. "Are you..."

David smirked and shrugged a bit, stepping towards himand wrapping an arm around his waist. "He's powerful enough to handle himself," he purred. "And it'll be easier to take over the Rose if he's dead or captured."

"Well... Ok, I'll tell my men to kill if they have to. You two get on the Rose and hide, got that?"

David sighed and shook his head, pouting a bit. "Here I was hoping to see you charge into battle," he pouted as he played with his shirt.

"Of course, if you want me to." Hawthorne replied.

Elias cocked his eyebrow. "What the hell happened? The Hawthorne I knew had balls."

Hawthorne growled, and grabbed Elias by the neck. "More balls than you, boy." He growled.

David chuckled and leaned in to kiss Hawthorne's neck. "Defiantly more than you," he said, playing with Hawthorne's vest. "Do you want me to come with you Commodore? Or shall I await your triumphant return?"

"Stay here and wait for me. I don't want you getting hurt." Hawthorne replied.

He threw Elias down. "Also, look after him."