Negan was angry, beyond angry. Negan needed to find his little siren, had to find him. He was fuming, and chastised himself for allowing Shane to get away with Daryl. His biggest fear was somehow Shane and the Claimers would work together. There were only a few places he knew the Claimers hung around and he honestly was terrified that the two would work together in spite of him. Not knowing where Daryl was or even how to find him. The usually calm and collected pirate captain certainly didn't know what to do, he didn't like it when he wasn't in full control. Negan needed to find Daryl, needed to know where he was.

Daryl had become extremely special to him. Daryl wasn't just a chambermaid to him, he was someone he cared about and loved. He wanted to protect Daryl from anyone who could possibly want to harm him.

Daryl was special to Negan, not only was he special but he was a rare creature that needed to be protected. It was important to Negan that Daryl was found and brought back safe regardless of what happened to him while he was gone. Negan wanted to kill every last person who has ever laid a hand on Daryl and he honestly didn't care how he had to do it, or who he had to kill to protect Daryl.

Negan was on the brink of losing himself, he didn't know what it was about Daryl because he loved him and wanted to protect him no matter the cost. Even if the cost was his own life.

"Captain, where do you want us to sail?"

"I need to find Daryl, we just need to search anywhere the claimers would go, I know Shane. Shane wants to make me hurt, and the one way for him to do that is to hurt Daryl. Daryl would have the most harm come to him through the claimers. There has to be some way to find him, I don't exactly know how. But... we need to find him. We need to as soon as possible."

"Aye captain." The men shouted.

Negan looked over the ocean, the waves spraying up towards the deck. He took a deep breath before crossing his arms and leaning forward against the deck. He needed to find Daryl, and he needed to find him soon or he feared the worst outcome.

Daryl was screaming, struggling with his binds. His body cut and torn was littered in bruises and the cum of filthy pirates. He couldn't tell you if he had been their captive for one hour, or six days. There was no concept of time for him at the moment, there was nothing but pain, and torture. The men seemed to rotate between using him or abusing him, he was almost sure it was occurring all hours of the day, and even into the night. He didn't know if they were doing it on purpose to keep his mind numb, but he wouldn't doubt it given how many times he had been woken up to the feeling of a whip tearing at his back, or a cock being slammed into his sore ass.

Daryl narrowed his eyes trying to have his eyes readjust to the dark of the cell.

The siren captive had been working on freeing his wrists for a while now, regardless of how bloody they got or how much pain he felt he needed them to come free. He was straining to free himself from the ropes and chains. He finally got his wrists free, he sighed in relief feeling the ropes release somewhat. He wriggled his arms trying to work himself free from the binding, his elbows still tied, however somewhat separated now that his wrists were no longer bound. He was slumped forward somewhat now that his body wasn't held up by his wrists. His legs were wobbly, and he knew walking would be hell if he managed to free himself that way.

Wriggling about and working his elbows from the tight rope he sobbed as they came free. He groaned feeling he weight adjust, the ropes around his stomach felt tighter and he could feel the chain that was attached to the back of his collar grow slack. He choked slightly and quickly got to work trying to free himself in any way he could.

He removed the gag chucking it across the dark cell, he coughed and sputtered. He was hungry, and his throat was dry.

While he was working on figuring out how to remove the collar he heard footsteps making their way down towards him. He took a deep breath and with a ragged sob he moved his arms back in the position they had been for either hours or days.

"Well, how are you holding up?" A voice he recognized as Joe's asked. He then chuckled and went to place himself behind Daryl once again. "Sorry, forgot you couldn't speak."

Daryl smirked a slight bit. "Let me go." Joe froze, for a split second there was an expression of fear and then that of anger that crossed his face, within the next few seconds of reaction Daryl felt the chains and rope coming free. He sighed, pleased that he got the gag out. "Take me to the k-ki-kitchen." Daryl ordered next.

Joe scooped Daryl up off his wobbling legs and carried him up a floor and into the kitchen. Daryl raided it happily, devouring anything he could get a hold of. Joe was starting to slip from his spell and reached for his knife. "Put it down!" Daryl barked.

Joe quickly dropped it. "You're a monster."

"I didn't r-r-rape anyone.. Or..Or beat them." Daryl hissed his shark like teeth barring in his direction. Joe stumbled back fearing a bite from the creature before him. "You ar-are going to let me free." Daryl growled.

Joe only nodded. "How?"

"Drop me.. Drop me in the oce-ocean." Daryl ordered. Joe was trying to fight the order, he knew if he did it that the siren would no longer be in his hold. The torture he was planning could no longer be played out. However Daryl's words were forcing him to move. He growled and picked the bloodied boy up and carried him back to the deck. Daryl squinted, the lantern light was bright. The stars sparkled above them, Joe growled as he held Daryl over the edge. Within seconds Daryl was free falling off the side of the boat, with a splash he hit the water.

Daryl sank, but the feeling of salt water rushing over his body was a god-send. Rather than stinging his wounds the sea salt seemed to heal all that the pirates had given him. His body contorted slightly as his tail began to fuse his legs together, he sighed in relief as he felt the sea take him in as if Negan was holding him in a warm embrace. Before he could react a bullet shot past his head through the water, he yelped and swam quickly under the boat.

Joe was yelling, his captive was now free and he had done it himself. Daryl's spell had worn off, and Joe wanted revenge.

Daryl was nervous, he didn't know if Joe could actually see him or if he had just tried to shoot him regardless. He stayed low hiding under the boat, he knew at least then no one could harm him, he wanted to get back to Negan, but he didn't know where to begin. He would stay close to the ship, hiding below it until he knew no one was looking for him.

His plan to lay low was thwarted quickly when he saw a few dinghies dropping into the ocean.

They were going to look for him, even if it meant their own deaths.