WARNING: Battle (yes, we're finally getting there), mention of blood, guns

Aaron rattled the door on his cell. The thing was rusty but still wouldn't budge. He glanced at the guard.

He'd been sat there ever since Aaron had woken up. The only thing that had changed about him was the book he was reading. Nothing else about him changed. If he didn't blink and turn a page every so often, Aaron would've guessed he was a statue. A bluff to keep him from leaving.

Jesus, he couldn't even see if the guy breathed.

A bang from above made him glance up. There was silence and then, barely, Aaron could just hear, "Well, are you just gonna stand there?"

He laughed in surprise and then clapped a hand over his mouth. He glanced at the guard.

He hadn't moved.

Patton didn't think he'd ever been more focused. Some of his friends saw fights as a moment of reckless abandonment, the time to do whatever you wanted. For him, it was a chance to focus on himself and strategies.

To be fair though, Patton's strategies were never... the best.

He'd managed to kill three or four crewmen but there was no way he was getting out alive without help.

He slashed through another man's stomach - no clue how deep the cut was - and whirled around.

Okay, maybe there was some reckless abandon in battle.

"Pat!" Virgil jumped about five stairs and landed with a crash beside Patton. Patton took a deep breath to avoid saying anything he would regret about Virgil being safe. "Where're they keeping the kid?"

"I assumed-" Patton saw someone coming up behind Virgil. "On your left."

Without looking, Virgil fired. Hit dead centre.

"You scare me sometimes, Kiddo."

"Good for you," Virgil wasn't listening. He wasn't even looking at Patton anymore. He was looking past him. A small, manic grin crossed his face and he patted Patton on the shoulder. "Get Aaron. I've got a rendezvous with his royal Highness."

"Kid-" Patton turned around to follow Virgil but lost him quickly in the mix of pirates dying, fighting and being thrown overboard. He sighed.

"Get Aaron, he says," he muttered to himself. He ducked past a pirate swinging a machete at him. "Go find Aaron, Pat, shouldn't be too hard," he mimicked. Another pirate ran at him. He gave them a withering stare. They paused and, slowly, retreated.

"Excuse me-" Patton grabbed the back of their coat. "Could you tell me where the brig is, by any chance?"

The pirate gulped and pointed down some stairs. Patton smiled. "Thank you." And slit their throat. He didn't even blink as he wiped the blood on his trouser leg. "Alright, Kiddo. Let's get you out of this mess."

"Hey, Kiddo!" Patton ran down the stairs. Aaron looked up and smiled. Patton stopped dead at the bottom of the stairs.

Aaron's shirt was speckled with blood. Aaron glanced down at himself.

"Oh, no, don't worry! It's not mine," he said by way of explanation.

Patton's worry dissolved into relief and, possibly, pride. He grinned. "Good to see you got a swing in, Kiddo. Now, stand back, this is going to be loud."

Aaron put his hands over his ears. His eyes slid to something just to the side of Patton. Confused, Patton glanced down.

There was a guard sat in the chair next to him, calmly reading his book as if there wasn't a prison break going on literally under his nose. He turned a page in his book.

Patton raised an eyebrow and pulled the trigger. The lock to Aaron's cell exploded with a loud clang.

Patton winced at the sound. When he opened his eyes, the door was hanging open uselessly and the guard still hadn't moved.

Patton pulled the door open wider. "Is he deaf?" He asked Aaron quietly. Aaron shrugged. Patton presented him with his knife and a musket.

"Virge wanted me to give these to you." Patton couldn't help smiling at the ecstatic look in Aaron's eyes. "Go out there and do some damage."

Aaron stuck the knife in his belt and examined the gun more closely.

"Wow," he whispered. "Sam would've loved this."

"I warn you," a new voice spoke up, "if you try to leave, you'll have to fight me. If you fight me, you'll lose. If you make me lose my page," the guard glanced up from his book, "you'll die."

If you can't make battles dramatic, make them stupid and funny instead.
Trying to emulate PotC here. It's not working
Bye,
Blaize