The men continued to yell and scramble as they readied their swords and canons. Daryl struggled with his binds as Joe made his way toward the attempted escapee. "If he wants you, he will have to pay a price for you. If you live long enough to see him." Joe growled as he pulled Daryl to his feet after slicing the rope that kept him bound to the mast.

Daryl struggled and whined as blood began to bubble from the knife wound, he was only thankful the knife was still embedded into his leg. He didn't want to bleed out on the deck. He did, however, wish he was dressed. The cold air and sea spray weren't doing him any favors. Daryl was brought to the edge of the deck. As Joe slammed him forward the knife went deeper into his thigh piercing muscle and flesh forcing an agonized cry to rip through him coming out as a loud groan through the gag.

Negan looked forward to see Daryl being held by Joe with a sword to his throat, his naked frame shivering in his grasp.

"Let him go and I won't have to kill you!" Negan barked as the waves crashed nearly drowning out his voice.

Joe smirked and looked Daryl over. "Should I let you go, little whore? Would you like that? To go back to him?"

Daryl only nodded sobbing softly, blood drenched his leg and was beginning to form a puddle below him. Joe pressed his blade against Daryl's throat, nicking the skin. "He's my property now!" Joe shouted back across the sea. "I've claimed him for myself and me' crew. Just ask the boys how tight his cunt is around their cocks."

Negan's eyes flashed a dark as Daryl turned to look at the crashing waves, his jaw locking. "You raped what belongs to me?"

"Oh I've done much more then rape him havent I Daryl?" Joe exclaimed, pushing Daryl forward a bit more, Daryl hissed in pain as he was tipped over the side of the deck. He watched the sea dance as he blinked back tears. He was almost glad he couldn't see Negan's face. He was sure his master was going to leave now knowing he was no longer purely his. "So Captain Negan Joe sneered the word captain out as if it were unfitting of the man before him. "what will it be, do you wish to fight for the siren whore or will you concede? We can both leave, part ways and I keep the slut. You never have to worry your head or your crew about what has come of him. He's not much of a prize anymore anyway."

Daryl wriggled in his grasp a bit, stopping only when the cool press of a blade against the back of his neck made itself known. "I'd never leave him!" Negan shouted readying his weapons "Hand him over now and no fighting has to occur, or do you desire to have your crew slain and your ship sunk?"

Daryl gasped hearing his words, he still wanted him? He was battered and broken, certainly couldn't swim now after what had happened to him. He wouldn't be able to retrieve the treasure he so desired below the sea within the cave he so wished to have him find.

Joe snarled, grabbing a fist full of Daryl's hair, forcing him upright once again as he dragged his prisoner backward onto the deck. Joe pulled the crying creature back away from view the fight had truly begun. Canons fired, screams of agony drowned out the ocean waves, pirates swung across the raging sea on both sides.

The sound of swords clanging and men fighting was all Daryl could focus on, the knife that was pressed against his neck. However the siren only cared to now where Negan was within the mass of men, swords, blood and death. Steel hit steel, blood splattered the decks of both great looming boats.

Negan fought his way through the Claimer men and stormed their ship. Daryl was still struggling with Joe, as he was dragged up a flight of stairs and made to stand with his injured legs, stomach pressed against the wheel. Negan followed the large blood trail towards his captive lover, anger powering each step. He would now allow for Daryl to suffer under their claim any longer. As he climbed the steps a voice called behind him.

Shane stood at the foot of the stairs two knives in hand.

"You are a traitor to your captain and your crew!" Negan spat facing the other pirate with blades drawn.

"Joe is my captain now. His life will not be lost today. Not to a scumbag like you."

"My only fault was not killing you sooner." Negan snarled. Shane smiled and cocked his head in an attempt to agitate him.

Negan sneered, he clenched his teeth and raised his sword. Daryl continued to fight with Joe as he watched Negan make his way towards Shane who readied himself to make his final betrayal. Joe smiled as he watched the two men spar, while Negan was larger and had more muscle mass Shane was quick. He dodged the sword that attempted to hack him down with each swift move.

Negan growled, Shane had betrayed him in the most vile of ways. Now it was his time to prove both to himself and to Daryl that this sort of thing would never be tolerated as long as he was captain of the Lucille.

Daryl's head was tilted to the side as he craned his neck to watch them. Joe grew close to Daryl. "Are you ready to watch your lover die, whore?"

Daryl sobbed choking on the gag. Shane shot his hand out hitting Negan just above the hip. Negan groaned as he stepped back, Shane smiled but believed himself victorious too quickly. Rick came out from around a corner bloodied and bruised but he had seen his captain was in danger from someone he had once considered family. Raising his flintlock he shot Shane not once but three times.

The first bullet was to the knee, blowing it out completely causing the sorry man to immediately drop to the ground in agony cursing both the heavens above and the sea below. The second shot was to the hip, bone and bullet exploded covering the deck in a splatter of blood and the third, was to the side of the skull.

Negan nodded to Rick in thanks as he turned, bleeding and wounded, to run the steps. Rick followed suit ensuring his captain would not be alone in this pursuit.

Daryl locked eyes with Negan, and the pirate captain's heart broke as he finally got a full view of his lover. Blood covered his body, scars and bruises littered his flesh. A knife with a hilt so familiar it made his heart beat quicker stuck out from his leg. He had given Shane that very knife, the one Daryl put teeth in to fix, at the time it had been an act of brotherhood and now it was his deepest betrayal. Looking closer Negan could see the burns and rashes of rope along his light skin. The one he feared the most was around his neck. "Let him go now and I will not pursue the destruction of your crew further! This is your final warning."

Joe laughed as he pulled Daryl back, the two walked as one to the side of the deck. A steeper drop now.

"Let him go?" Joe asked with a devious smile across his face.

Negan lowered his weapon only slightly but it still hovered above the deck. "Please.. Just don't hurt him any more."

Joe pulled Daryl a bit closer to the side of the ship, Daryl's eyes widened with realization as his head was pushed over so he was face to face with the dark waves below. Even if sea water healed him, it wouldn't heal him enough to swim.

"Fine, fish swim don't they?" Joe asked with a smile as he forced Daryl forward, throwing him over the side of the deck. Negan looked Joe over with concern his brows narrowed.

"What did you do to him?" Negan snarled as he heard a splash. Daryl should be fine in the waves, but something about Joe's smile struck fear in his heart.

"Hard to swim when your fins are shredded." Joe smiled as he raised his cutlass.

"Rick!" Negan barked. Rick nodded, he knew what he had to do, he tossed his captain his flintlock, pulled his shirt off within seconds and took off after the sinking siren. Anything for his captain, anything for his crew.