Will watched as the pirate woman sink to the ground. Her injury must have finally caught up to her. Part of him was suspicious but part of him - darn it - was concerned. He moved forward a bit. "We'll get you patched up at the prison," he said. The flash of her hand and the dust that flew at him temporarily blinded him. He stumbled backward cursing himself for feeling at all sorry for her. With his left hand he quickly wiped his face free. Blinking the last of the dirt out of his eyes he looked back at the pirate. No doubt she had already grabbed another weapon or used it to take off.

Instead, he found himself facing the barrel of her pistol. His jaw tightened as he glared back at her. Pistols were funny things. The accuracy of guns were not that great. They were powerful weapons but bullets didn't always hit there marks. But here, in this short distance the odds of her missing was very slim. He glared at her, his sword still in his hand. His mind came up with different scenarios. Maybe if he ducked down and hit her knocking her over, she'd miss. Maybe if he made a dash to the side, out of the way, she wouldn't hit him. But then, that meant she could escape. The weapon itself had one shot but that didn't mean she would use it until needed. Either way, it wasn't worth getting himself killed.

"Nice." His tone held no admiration. "You almost had me." He scoffed. "Just goes to prove you're just as cold, blackhearted as all other pirates. I bet your mother weeps over what you've become." Probably not the best to insult someone holding a gun to you but if she was going to kill him, she would. His eyes kept an eye on her trigger finger. As soon as she made the slightest move, he'd jump out of the way. He'll still probably get winged but he might have a chance. But moving to soon will not work at all. 

Still, he would survive. He promised himself that. He would be there for Elizabeth and no pirate was going to change that.