The man glared at him. "Yer perfer I take ya?" he snarled, reaching between his legs to tease his hole.

"O... Ok." Elias moaned, getting on his hands and knees and presenting his hole.

The man smirked and stuck a finger inside. "The captns' orders were to make sure ya cummed," he said, stroking himself. "This the way yer want it?"

"Yeah..." Elias moaned, deciding not to ask questions.

The man shook his head. Spreading Elias's ass cheeks he licked his hole slowly.

"Yeah... Sir, use this little whore..." Elias moaned, wiggling his ass.

The man smirked and stuck two fingers inside. "Whore is one word that be floatin around the ship," he said, roughly spreading him. "Care to heer the others?"

"No, I'd rather not..." Elias replied, starting to rub his own cock.

The man laughed and penatrated him.

The boy moaned louder, and jerked faster.

The man smirked and started pumping into him, giving out an animalistic moan.

"Yes... Sir..." Elias moaned, thrusting his ass back to meet the man's thrusts.

The man chuckled and grabbed onto his hips, digging his nails into his skin as he sped up.

Elias gave one last moan, before cumming.

The man pulled out and sprayed onto Elias's back. "Pray for your safety nothing happens to you Mr. Vincent," he snarled and put himself away. "Or the crew will take great pleasure in having yer heart's blood, then sended ye to Davey Jones." He chuckled a bit. "Ev'n if it be a mighty waste of fine ass."

"Yes... Yes sir. Thank you for the warning... And sir... Thank you."

The man scuffed and kicked him back. "Ye should be dead by now," he snarled as he left. Locking the cage he spit on Elias, then turned and left.

Elias sat back. "What in Davey's name just happened?" He mused.

As night fell the cook came in and handed him a tray with water and a bowl of...something. "Scraps only for ye," he said. "Cap'n ain't visiting ye for a while. Ordered ye name into silence. Says the first'n that mutters it ta be keel-hauled."

Elias accepted the tray. "Thank you, sir." He said, tucking in.

The cook nodded and came back for the dishes. No one else came to see him as they sailed towards Brazil.

Meanwhile, Hawthorne was already at his mansion. He was sitting at his desk, and had David chained to a nearby wall.

David had started to refuse water and food. He knew his father would come eventually, but he wouldn't let himself be a bargaining chip. He looked over at Hawthorne, smirked and shook his head. "Pathetic," he said. "Truly pathetic."

"You know, I can just force feed you..." Hawthorne growled.

David shook his head. "I will find away," he said, still smirking.

Hawthorne smirked right back. "If you vomit it, I'll just make you eat the vomit."

David shook his head and looked straight ahead. "There are ways," he said before closing his eyes.

Hawthorne shrugged. "Fine. Your funeral. You know, I've been doing some thinking."

David rolled his eyes. "You can do that? Man full of surprises you are."

"I was thinking... Your father isn't worthy... I'm just going to kill you both. And maybe Josephs. I don't know, should I kill Josephs?"

David shrugged. "Waste of time," he said. "By the way what do your men think about your personal vendetta?"

"Well, none of them know. Besides, I'm over that now, which is why I have no use for you, apart from eliminating my rival."

David smirked and raised his hands. "Then kill me," he said. "Save you time and space."

Hawthorne shook his head. "I want to watch the light go from his eyes as he watches his son being murdered."

David glared at him. Then he smirked a bit. "What's the biggest haul you've ever found?"

"Biggest haul? Why, that would have to be the treasure I used to buy this house and Josephs. What about you?"

David smirked, then blinked. "You bought Josephs?" he asked, shocked.

"Yes. I did, as a matter of fact." Hawthorne replied, shrugging.

David shook his head. "I've found mt father a treasure that could buy twice as much," he said. "Or have you not heard of the Rose's growing fortune?"

"Yes, I have. In fact, I have the feeling your father could afford about a hundred times what I paid for Josephs."