Bonjour, mes chers! First off I wanted to give a quick shout of thanks to a guest who commented and let me know the character tags weren't active on this story! FFN sure does have some problems, doesn't it? Speaking of character tags, however, I'm going to be having this story as romantic CoraLaw. I'll be making a platonic version of this story later on in the next week or two, but for now this is the version that'll end with the two romantically together - you've been warned!

For new readers I want to let you know that I have a Patr(e)on! If you think I'd be worth spending a few dollars on every month then consider checking it out! There are polls asking YOUR opinion on what I should post next, special codes that let you request a drabble from me that are unlocked the second you pledge, and polls on what NEW stories I should do! Check it out at the Patr(e)on website under the name mjanderson If there are weeks when a story isn't updated then that's probably because it didn't get enough votes or something even more amazing was started! So come on, join now and change the tide of what story should be told!

For updates on my stories and other things check out my tumblr at ibelieveinahappilyeverafter

Escape Two

::

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep. Sleep was refreshing, rejuvenating, and was vital in so many of the body's processes that it was common sense that not sleeping could seriously jeopardize your health. It was so easy, too. Just find a dark, quiet place, close your eyes, let your body relax, and-

Law shot up into a sitting position at once, breath caught in his throat and Room already forming around him before he was even conscious of the action. The images of smoke and fires and blood slowly began to fade for the darkness of his cabin, Law swearing as he realized that he would be going through yet another night without sleep.

Kicking at the covers that were tangled around him, Law sweared even louder as he crashed to the floor, shoulders hitting in just the right - wrong - way to remind him of the various bruises he had all over his body. They were never going back to that fucking island again, Law was making sure of it. In fact, he was going to go make a note on the maps right now.

"Captain?" Blinking, Law looked to where Bepo was in front of him- When had that happened? Oh, Law was in the map room. He also seemed to have viciously drawn a giant red X through the island they had just visited with multiple notes that if they ever went by it again Law would drag the entire island down into the sea himself. "Sorry."

"Ah, no, it's nothing you need to apologize over, Bepo." Law dropped the pen he had been tightly clutching, rubbing at his eyes and biting back another curse. If he was losing bouts of conscious thought and slipping into microsleeps then he was doing even worse than he thought. "What are you still doing up?"

"I'm on night watch duty." Was it already Wednesday? It must have been if Bepo was on watch duty tonight. "Captain, have you been getting any sleep?"

"Of course not." Wincing at the sharp tone, Law sighed and patted at Bepo's arm when he was close enough. "Sorry, didn't mean to snap at you. No, Bepo, I haven't been getting any sleep."

"It was the last island, wasn't it?" Really, Law shouldn't at all be surprised to see Shachi and Penguin peeking in through the doorway, Shachi looking straight at him even with those ridiculous sunglasses of his on. "You haven't told us much about your past, but… You've mentioned a few things."

"They were fucking stupid. That disease was curable and if they had just let me help-" He could have fixed everything. Entire families were dying and they had been chased off and Law had tried so damn hard to help and… What a surprise that he had failed again.

"They were idiots." Penguin brushed up against his arm lightly before snatching the abandoned pen and drawing even more X's across the island. "You managed to help some people, right? That's something."

"Yeah…" There had been a small, sick little girl who had been desperate for medicine for her family. A small little girl with pigtails, light brown hair, and a toothy smile. Law didn't even realize he was shaking until Bepo was wrapping around him tightly in a hug, Law not even trying to fight against the hold. "I don't even know if she's still alive."

"Have more faith, Cap'n." Shachi gave him a smile, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorway. "The Surgeon of Death doesn't let his patients die unless he wants them to, right?" He really had gotten far too lucky when it came to his crew.

"I don't think that's what the marines had in mind when they gave me that name." Sighing, Law let himself relax against Bepo, eyes closing. For the moment, at least, the screams and cries of Flevance were quiet.

They never stayed the way, though. All too soon and Law could smell smoke and blood saturating the air, the sound of gunshots and screaming filling the air until he couldn't even hear his own cries as he ran- He had run so far and he had ended up all the way in a trash heap in front of the Devil himself and-

Oh. He had fallen asleep again. Sitting up in his bed and trying to catch his breath, Law sighed as he shoved his hat on his head and grabbed a shirt. The weak sun streaming in let him know that he had at least managed a few hours sleep. That would have to be good enough.

Heading to the deck, Law was completely unsurprised to have a plate of food shoved under his face. Their new cook was far too determined to make sure they all ate proper meals - she seemed to be under the impression that men couldn't take care of themselves to save their lives. "Captain, you weren't at breakfast so I saved you some food. No bread, right?"

"Ah, right." Ikkaku had only joined them a short while ago so it was nice that she was working so hard to remember what they did and didn't like.

"I decided to stick with something light since you haven't been getting much sleep. This should give you your energy back, but it should also be light enough that you don't get sick if you decide to try and get some more rest later."

"Thank you." At least if he could only be lucky in one part of his life it was the part where he got his crew members. "Where's Bepo and Shachi?"

"Plotting our course to Water 7, Captain. Shachi's been drooling over designs for our new ship ever since you suggested it. I'm pretty sure he's been sleeping with the schematics." That would explain why Shachi was up so late himself last night.

"Thanks, Cook-ya." Leaving Ikkaku to mumble about something or other being 'cute', Law took his plate of food and munched on it as he headed back to the map room. He was a bit startled the plate was empty when he arrived, shrugging it off and setting it down as he wandered over to where Bepo and Shachi were bent over their work. "How's it coming, Shachi?"

"Difficult, Cap'n." Oh? Circling around to look at the blueprints, Law felt a proud smile tugging at his lips as he saw just how much detail had been put into them. Law hadn't known what to do with an engineer when Shachi first mentioned his interests and talents and then the idea for a submarine had come into mind and Shachi had latched onto it with nothing but glee. "I have everything worked out to where it'll be comfortable and the best ship on the Grand Line, the shipwrights at Water 7 should have no problem with it, and it's my best work if I say so myself. But…"

"But we're a bit low on funds," Bepo muttered, bowing his head. "Sorry." Patting at the mink's head, Law looked to where a list of their current funds was held against how much it would take to build their ambitious ship. "We'd need a few more million, at least."

"It's not like pirating is exactly profitable," Shachi grumbled, chin propped up on his crossed arms as he laid across the desk. "Where are we going to get a couple million beli?"

"Can always pillage and plunder a few villages at the next island," Law yawned, blearily staring at one of the maps and frowning as he couldn't really place where they were. Eh, he'd let Bepo worry about it. Bepo was navigator for a reason. "Maybe steal from the marines."

"You probably just want to see your Cora-san again," Shachi mumbled, Law contemplating whether he should remove the man's arms or just hit him in the back of the head with his sword. Both would require walking back to his room to get his sword, but it might be worth it. "When was the last time you even talked to him?"

"Two years ago. You were there." The last letter he had sent had been almost two months ago, too. Rosinante was probably too busy to be illegally mailing and conversing with pirates, anyways. Besides, Law was seventeen. He could handle being on his own and not hearing from a marine. "Bepo, where are we at?"

"Right here, Captain! We should arrive at Water 7 in two days around the afternoon if everything goes well." Studying the path, Law nodded and grabbed the empty plate he had brought in, giving the two a backwards wave.

"Don't worry, Shachi, we'll get the money one way or another. Maybe we'll run into another pirate crew and we can just capture them and use their bounties."

"Cap'n. We'd need to take on a pirate crew that had at least a bounty as high as… As yours…" Waving a hand to show he had heard, Law stifled another yawn as he left the room. Two days to figure out how to get enough money, huh… Jeez, being a captain was far too much work. Now would be a great time to ask Rosinante for some advice. Too bad they were arch enemies. God, Law needed to get drunk to deal with his mess of a life.

::

Here's how Law's day was going so far. He had a massive hangover over one of his well-meaning but idiot crewmembers suggesting a drinking contest, he had been stuck in a nightmare for hours about burning flesh and blood-soaked snow, he could barely breath without his head wanting to split open and, the very best part, he was tied up and had seastone cuffs on his wrists.

All of this could have been forgiven as part of some joke if a hatless Penguin and Shachi weren't standing behind him and turning him in for his bounty. "Hey, Law." And oh, even that could have been forgiven but this? This? This was betrayal of the highest order. "Those are your crew members, aren't they?"

Rosinante was crouched down beside him and acting so nonchalant about the matter that Law had been wiggling to try and get free just so he could remove some limbs. It would be hard with nothing but the scalpel he had hidden in his boot, but he could do it. Swearing up a storm and growing angrier at the gag in his mouth, Law did his best to glare at Penguin and Shachi who had just betrayed him.

"See you lat- never, Cap'n- Ah- Cap'n Horrible! Cause you're horrible and lame!" All three of them knew in that moment that as soon as Law was rescued he would cut Penguin's head off for two days at the very least. "Bye."

"Have a nice nap," Shachi muttered, winking at Law as he passed him buy. "Pleasure meeting you, Cap'n Cora-san."

"Did your crew just turn you in for bounty money?" Well done stating the obvious- Seeing sudden movement out of the corner of his eyes, Law flinched and twisted away to try and put up a fight or defense or something. He calmed down a little at realizing it had only been Rosinante, but felt his heart sink as he saw the man's surprised and hurt expression, hand hovering in the air. "Law?"

Averting his eyes, Law stared at the ground, horrified with himself when he felt a sharp stinging in his eyes. There was no way- Fuck. He was about to cry in the middle of a bunch of a marines after being abandoned by his crew, wasn't he? Of course he was. That was the kind of week he was having, apparently! It was official. This day could not get any-

"Captain! What are you doing? We need to put the pirate in a cell! Don't you remember how they all escaped last time we caught them?"

"I'll handle it, don't worry about it." Rosinante has picked him up far too easily, one hand jerking Law's hat down and completely covering his eyes. "Just leave it too me. He's just one pirate, this time, so I'm sure he won't escape. When is the ship from Impel Down due to arrive?"

"It should take three or four days at the least, Captain." Covering his eyes… Rosinante could still see through him pathetically easy. Shifting and squirming at the strange feeling of being carried after years of not going through such a thing, Law finally managed to get a grip on Rosinante's shirt, calming a little at the familiar smell of smoke- It wasn't quite the smoke that haunted his nightmares. Not this smoke. It was sour and bitter but it wasn't that sharp acidic smell that tasted like ash on his tongue. This was just… It was familiar.

"Like I said, I'll handle it until then." Feeling a hand on his chest, Law squirmed again before hearing the next word. "Calm." Calm? Why would Rosinante use a Calm on him? Coughing a bit as the gag was gently and carefully taken out of his mouth, Law tried to swallow and shook his head. What was the point of no one hearing any sound come from… Oh.

Pulling his hat further down over his eyes, Law tucked his face towards Rosinante's chest and felt absolutely no shame in breaking down and sobbing himself sick over the stress he had been carrying. Lami, his parents, that sick little girl with pigtails who wanted so badly to find a cure, the people of the town who feared and scoffed at them for even suggesting there could be a cure, and Law hadn't been able to do anything without staying long enough to risk his own crew and he couldn't lose them he couldn't lose his family again and-

Maybe Law would only cut off Penguin and Shachi's heads for one day instead of two. Right after he found out where they had even gotten seastone handcuffs.

::

"You haven't been getting much sleep again." Scrunching his nose up at the light that fell across him, Law grumbled and tried to shove his face against the pillow under his head. "It's morning, you know."

"'S afternoon." It had been a little after breakfast that Penguin and Shachi had cuffed and gagged him, after all- Oh, right, the gag was gone. That was nice. The Calm must have worn off, too, since he could hear himself speaking. "Go 'way."

"It's morning of the next day. You slept almost twenty-four hours." Mm? No. That was impossible. Law didn't sleep- Why was this pillow suddenly so uncomfortable! Sitting up and glaring at his chained wrists, Law grumbled as he shifted and crawled over to the end of the bed where Rosinante was sitting and smoking at a cigarette. Law was pleased to see the man had even taken his coat off. "Are you gonna stay awake this time?"

"'S afternoon. Sleep." Falling onto his side, Law propped his head up on Rosinante's thigh, snuggling against his stomach and giving a pleased little hum.

"You're one stubborn brat." There was a strange note to Rosinante's words, Law not able to think about it before he felt fingers carding through his hair and rubbing at his scalp. "What happened?"

"Nightmares." Law snuggled in closer, tension draining from his shoulders and eyes closing as he settled back down. Maybe a bit more sleep wouldn't hurt. "Flevance nightmares." Rosinante already knew about them so it wasn't like he would be surprised.

"Is that why your crew was so insistent on turning you in to my crew, then? Oi, oi, just how much have you told them about me, huh?" At feeling a tug to some of his hair, Law vaguely heard himself make some kind of rumbling noise in the back of his throat - he didn't much care at the moment since for the first time in a while he felt perfectly safe. Probably for the first time in two years…

"I don't talk about you that much, Cora-san." Finally cracking an eye open, Law frowned a little at seeing the man looked to near be blushing. Probably embarrassed by how much Law's crew knew about him. "You think much more highly of yourself than I do-"

"The Heart Pirates, hm?" Damn. Law was hoping the name of his crew hadn't gotten out quite yet. "You're not very subtle, Law."

"I never claimed to be." Finally shrugging, Law shifted and squirmed so he his chin was propped up on Cora's thigh, arms stretched over the man's lap as he yawned. "Is it really morning?"

"So surprised," Rosinante tsked, fingers tangling in Law's hair again. "You should have written to me if your insomnia finally got this bad-"

"You didn't write back." Ah. Law was a bit too free with information when it came to Rosinante. Well, he might as well keep going. He wasn't one to back down from things, after all. "I wrote you two months ago and you never wrote back so I assumed you just got bored- Ow! Cora-san!"

Trying to rub at the no doubt forming bruise on his head, Law was forcibly reminded of when Rosinante would hit him on the head - gently, all things considered - whenever he said he was going to die. "Law! Do you really think- Why would I ever- I would never get bored of you."

"Well, how am I supposed to know?" Law clutched at his head, surprised when he didn't even feel any tenderness from the area. Surprise must have caused the pain more than anything. Huffing, Law reached up enough to steal Rosinante's cigarette, ignoring the look as he took a drag of it. "You're a marine and I'm a pirate. It's common sense, isn't it?"

"Idiot." This time the attack came in the form of a tug on his hair, Law whining at the pull. Since when did he even whine? Rosinante had too much power over him, that was all there was to it. Finishing off the cigarette, Law glanced around for the ash tray, completely unsurprised to see a few already snuffed out inside it. "Did you doubt me when I said I would give up everything to save you."

"Of course not." Law couldn't forget those times. Rosinante had really been willing to become a marine traitor in order to save Law's life. "I never doubted you for a second, Cora-san." After that night when Rosinante had cried over him… Law didn't let himself doubt.

"Exactly. So don't go doubting me now, okay?" No. No- Law wasn't going to cry again. He wasn't- "Aw, come on, Law. Don't tell me the big bad pirate captain is still a crybaby, hm?"

"Like you're one to talk." Dammit. Law didn't even get the chance to hide his face before Rosinante was wiping at his cheeks and brushing the tears away, Law leaning into the touches after a moment. "I missed you."

"Aw, Law! You're so cute!" Law was pulled into a hug before he could even try to put up a fight, Law sighing and cuddling closer when Rosinante didn't show any sign of letting him go. "You haven't changed a bit, have you?"

"Mm, I could say the same for you." Law gave a little tug to the hanging tassel of the worn and aged red hat on Rosinante's head. "You're still wearing all of this?"

"Yeah, well." Rosinante cleared his throat and scratched at his cheek, Law's grin slowly growing. "Stop grinning."

"I thought you liked me grinning," Law laughed, relaxing back against Rosinante's chest and nuzzling closer, shivering as he felt fingers return to rub at his head. "You look better like this, anyways. I know all this was when you were pretending to work for your brother, but this version… It suits you. Makes you seem more yourself."

"Well, I'm glad you think so." There was something bitter to that laugh. It was the same bitter edge when Law thought about himself. "I don't seem to know who I am some days."

"You're…" Trailing off, Law tilted his head up, pressing against Rosinante's jaw before placing a kiss there before he could really think the action through. It seemed the right thing to do, at least, and Law wasn't really one to question his instincts. "You're my Cora-san."

Yawning, Law settled back down, sleep already fogging over his thoughts. He hoped he had said enough to at least reassure Rosinante. Judging by how tight the arms around him were, he figured he had said at least one good thing.

::

It seemed after that first conversation Law and Rosinante ended up talking about anything and everything that had happened in the two years they had been apart and even the years before that. In between Law's sporadic napping and sleeping, the two stayed cuddled up in Rosinante's room, Law sometimes forgetting they were on a marine ship at all and instead remembering the times they had been traveling together across all of the North Blue to find a doctor to cure Law.

"Just how many tattoos are you planning on getting?" Rosinante was grumbling and complaining as his fingers traced the tattoos Law had on his hands and arms. Law didn't quite want to tell him about the ones he planned on getting on his chest, shoulders, and back. "And death, really?"

"Oi, it's the marine's fault for giving me that ridiculous epithet." Honestly. 'The Surgeon of Death'. So he left people in a few pieces when he left islands, it wasn't like he actively went around killing anyone. Only the ones that really annoyed him. "What would you have made it?"

"I don't know. Surgeon of Death suits you pretty well," Rosinante mused, tracing over the letters with his thumb. The nice sensation had Law's eyes fluttering shut, humming at the feeling. "Maybe something to do with that ridiculous sword you carry around."

"There's nothing wrong with Kikoku," Law frowned, feeling irrationally defensive over his sword - it was a good sword. "Nodachis are good weapons."

"Yes, but yours happens to be cursed." Yeah, well, it was still a good sword. "I've been meaning to ask, but your jolly roger…"

After a few moments of silence, Law bumped his shoulder against Rosinante's chest, opening his eyes and raising an eyebrow. "What about it?"

"It looks a lot like his, doesn't it?" Looking up at the man's face, Law frowned at the look there. He looked… He looked worried. "Law, if he ever finds you…"

"He's not an idiot and he wants me alive. We both know that." Relaxing back in Rosinante's arms, Law hummed as the gentle tracing of his tattoos resumed. "I wasn't thinking of him when I made it, you know."

"Oh? And just who were you thinking of that caused you to have a huge smile-" Rosinante's words cut off with a hitch in his breath, Law smiling and letting his eyes shut again. "Law…"

"That time…" Law had been in darkness in that chest, forced to only listen and make no sound as Rosinante protected him. If Law hadn't managed to accidentally use his powers after escaping the chest and getting back to him… "If things had been different, it seemed like you almost wanted me to remember you smiling."

Cracking an eye open, Law gave a small smile at how tightly Rosinante was hugging him, tears starting to gather in the man's eyes again. "Hey, Cora-san…" Sitting up a bit, Law laughed as Rosinante tried to hide his face against Law's hair. "Hey, pay attention, this is important. I never got a chance to really say it back then. Things were so hectic."

Nudging him, Law softened his smile, fingertips grazing across the man's cheek. "Rosinante." Oh, that certainly got his attention. Law would have to remember that in the future. Rosinante actually looked to be blushing. Laughing again, Law couldn't stop his wide grin - so much like his - as he properly cupped the man's cheek. "I love you, too."

This time the tears were completely his fault, but Law couldn't really feel bad about them when Rosinante was blubbering and going on and on about how wonderful he was. Mm, he was feeling better enough that he might not end up taking Penguin and Shachi's heads in revenge. He'd settle for a few fingers or toes - he'd even let them pick which ones went missing! He was such a fair captain, really.

The ship meant to take him to Impel Down would arrive tomorrow, but for now Law supposed he could enjoy Rosinante's time for a bit longer. Just… Just a few moments more. As many as he could take. He was selfish, in the end, but, well… He was a pirate.

::

Yawning and blearily rubbing at his eyes, Law looked down to where Rosinante was sleeping on the bed beside him. Sitting up, Law grumbled as he looked around the darkened room. Half wondering what had woken him up, Law looked out the window and blinked at seeing a submarine floating next to the ship he was on. A submarine with a very familiar jolly roger on the side of it. "The shipwrights of Water 7 work quick, don't they?"

Shuffling around the bed and trying to wake himself up a bit more, Law grabbed his hat and shoved it on his head before looking down at the sleeping Rosinante. "Hey, marine captain, your crew probably thinks you're going to just let me go, huh?" Grin slowly forming, Law chuckled as he looked down to the seastone handcuffs. "It'll be a bit tricky, but I think we should make sure that they don't think you're betraying the marines. Sengoku-san wouldn't be too pleased at having to bail you out again."

Really, Law was quite proud at how it only took him five minutes to have Rosinante angrily chasing him across the ship and screaming bloody murder, Law cackling as he dodged each and every hit. This was fun. He was a little dizzy and weak from the seastone, but he had been wearing them for a few days now. That and he was pretty sure his crew had stuck a cheaper version on him so the effects would be lessened.

"You little brat!" Dodging another kick, Law grinned as other marines started coming out of their own bunks, Law slipping past a punch and sweeping his leg out to trip Rosinante to the ground. The man's own poor balance only helped take the man down. "There's no way I'm letting you go off to become a pirate again!"

"I don't think you have much of a choice in the matter, Cora-san." Ah, some of the marines had noticed the submarine. Good. He'd make sure to leave an impression. "I'm sure as hell not becoming a marine. You know, you could always become a pirate. I'm always looking for new crew members."

"Like hell!" As always, Rosinante was quick to throw himself back into the fight, Law using the chain of the seastone cuffs to capture Rosinante by the wrist and spin his arm around to press against his back. "There's no way I'd follow under a brat like you."

"Maybe it's for the best," Law mused, pressing a bit closer and glancing to see that a few of his own crew members were on the deck of the submarine. "Having two captains on a ship is a recipe for disaster. Isn't that right, captain?" Grunting as he was thrown down onto the deck, Law huffed as he looked up and then grinned. "Are you blushing-"

"You're either going to become a marine or you're going straight to Impel Down!" Please. Rosinante would probably escort him towards Impel Down and then 'lose him' halfway there.

"I think I'll take the third option." Rolling to the side to avoid a wicked stomp, Law jumped to his feet and scrambled towards the side of the ship, giving a sharp whistle and grinning as he caught the key that was tossed towards him. "It was fun, but my crew and I have a bit more we need to get done."

A click and the cuffs were falling to the ground, Law chuckling as he cracked his knuckles before holding up his hand in a gesture that was becoming so very familiar to him. "Room."

"Law-!" The Room spread across the two ships, Law pleased as he felt his power flowing back through him and that constant state of tiredness completely gone.

"You know, Cora-san, letters don't quite get through, it seems." Dodging a weak attack that had absolutely no heart in it and just barely caught the edge of his jacket, Law kicked at an empty barrel and threw it towards the deck of their new submarine. "I guess I'll have to stir up even more trouble so you have a reason to come find me, huh?"

"Don't even think about it, you brat." Rosinante - his back to his crew - was beaming and looking so proud. Law wondered if it was because he could hold his own in a fight, or because he was having so much fun fooling the marines into thinking Rosinante was actually trying to stop him. "The last thing I need to worry about is your bounty increasing."

"You don't worry enough," Law shrugged off, dodging a swipe to grab the seastone cuffs that had hit the deck, grunting as he near overbalanced at the sudden dizziness that took him over. Powering through it, he quickly spun around and locked the cuffs around a surprised Rosinante's wrists. "See you soon, Cora-san."

Winking, Law jumped onto the deck railing, throwing a wave back to the other marines that were watching in shock as Rosinante dizzily sunk to the deck. He would be fine, Law had stashed the key in his pocket when he wasn't paying attention. Looking to where the barrel was that he had kicked over, Law grinned and brought his hand up again. "Shambles!"

"Cap'n." Shachi was practically vibrating in glee as Law appeared in front of him, grin wide on his face. "What do you think of the Polar Tang?"

"Very impressive. Let's give the marines a reason to remember it." Pausing, Law looked between his crew members that were on deck. "Oi, oi, why are you wearing those boiler suits?"

"Do you like them?" Penguin straightened himself up, looking oh so proud. "It was my idea. If we're a crew then we might as well as dress like a united front and all that, right?"

"Bepo's is a different color."

"Yeah, well, Bepo's first mate and he wanted the orange one."

"C'mon, let's get these beauty submerged!"

Following after the others, Law shook his head and glanced back to the marine ship, pleased at seeing Rosinante 'glaring' at him from over the railing.

"Did you have a nice nap, then, Cap'n?" Shoving his hands in his pockets, Law paused before frowning at Penguin.

"I still have the Room up, Penguin." Watching the man quickly excuse himself, Law pulled out his right hand, staring down at where a snail phone was staring back at him, a little note attached to the shell.

Call me, huh? Law would let his crew get away with this little bounty stunt just this once. It had helped them all, after all. Although… He couldn't wait until the next time he got 'captured'.