Lane Bluebeard woke in the corner of a cobblestone cell. The light fell in slats from the barred window and streamed across the floor, revealing her sleeping husband in a corner. Lanie crawled toward John, scratching her bleeding feet across the rough stone. She snuggled up in his arms.

"If I die, I die a pirate." she whispered

When the guard opened the door, the light fell unfiltered on the couple in the corner.

"Get up!" one guard kicked the man. "Get up!"

John Bluebeard let out a moan but consented to the guard pulling him up.

"Help me with him!" the guard called to another nearby. Blood dripped from the pirate's clothes as the guards hefted the burly man from the floor.

Lane watched them pull him from the room, looking around at the floor soaked with blood.

Lane knew this would happen, but she didn't think the bleeding would be this bad. One look at his white shirt revealed it was no longer white, but red. The back was shredded. Lane looked around and noticed she was sitting in a pool of blood. She settled for deciding on a different corner.

"How did it do?" she softly asked when he returned.

"Terrible. We're getting hung." His words hung in the still air, carrying a thick dust of dread.

"What?" Lane gasped.

"The worst part is we have to 'reveal all identifying characteristics'"

"What does that mean?"

"You have to put your hair up, cut the blue streaks and take the mask off."

Lanie gasped at that.

"I have to shave and cut my hair."

"Will the crew get out bodies?"

"I studied this." their prison neighbor, a girl in a pink gown who looked very similar to Lanie, said. "And I think they will."

"Poor Dylan, Poor Cordelia." Lanie moaned "They'll have to see us dead!"

"They'll grow up without parents," John lamented.

"Jack will take care of them." Lanie confidently said.

"I hope the guards don't find them."

"Let's sleep, John. We'll need it."

John didn't dare argue with the feared 'Lane'