Will blinked quickly, rubbing at his eyes to get the dirt clear. It was a dirty trick but one he should have expected from a pirate. Not that it mattered. The gun leveled at his head practically ended the duel. Which, though unfair and completely cheating, was something he would expect from someone without honor. His jaw clenched slightly as he stared at the woman waiting for her to fire. 

"No." 

If his refusal shortened the amount of time she could escape than it would be worth it. She'd get caught and justice would prevail. True, he'd be dead but did it matter? Elizabeth had married someone else. There was no one waiting for him. No one who would truly miss him. His master wouldn't. The town might miss a decent blacksmith but who cared about that? If his life brought the end of a pirate, bringing justice to Elizabeth and her cousin, then he would die willingly. And with dignity.

He lifted his chin, straightening slightly as he waited for the gun to fire.

Nothing.

He was a bit surprised as the woman seemed to decide not to kill him. Was she crazy? She was about to be captured and she had sympathy for him. For him? That made no sense. Still, if she felt like that would change anything she was wrong. But before he could do anything, the glass bottle hit the pirate on the head and she crumbled just as the soldiers broke in.

Will frowned staring down at her and then looking up. His master stood there with a broken rum bottle, a bit dazed, a bit happy with himself. Of course, the soldiers congratulated the man for his 'quick thinking' and capturing the criminal. Both of which disgusted Will. If it hadn't been for him the woman would have been long gone. In fact, if it hadn't been for him, his master would probably be dead or thrown out of the blacksmith shop for his terrible work.

Will watched as they dragged the woman away. Then with a shake of his head he turned. Ignoring his master he pushed out the front door and away from the blacksmith shop, the soldiers, and in the opposite direction of the prison.