Hello! Just like I said, here's yet another sequel! Sit back, relax and enjoy the first chapter of 'Footprints on the Shore'! Well, you don't have sit back and relax. I mean, you can stand up or what not if that's what you like. Well, I mean...

Alright, I'll shut up now. Please enjoy the first chapter of 'Footprints on the Shore'!

I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, Disney does. I only own the characters who weren't in the movies. You know, the ones I made up. Anyway.

"Misty?" I heard my husband say softly.

I smiled. My wounds are healed now, they have been for nearly a year. I had the same scar on my right cheek, though it had healed and smoothed out so that it was a long and dark line. The same goes for the other places like on my back and the base of the right side of my neck.

I say this because Theodore said he didn't want to have our wedding night activities until my wounds were healed, and now they are, have been. Last night was rather restless, but not at all boring. I felt wonderful.

"Misty!" Theodore said louder, with a sort of chuckle in his voice.

I rolled over, the sheets of our bed the only thing covering my body. "Yes?" I tried to sound as sly as I could.

He was wearing his lieutenants' uniform, without his wig or tricorn hat. I must say he looked nice. He was clean shaven and his hair that was cut short so he could hide it easily beneath his wig was beginning to grow out a bit.

He smirked. "You need to get up, we still have preparations to make for your birthday party tonight."

I groaned.

"Oh, now what kind of tone is that?" He asked with a smile.

He crawled on top of me, his uniform and the sheets the only things keeping him from my body.

"James and Sarah are going to be there." He started. "And little Samuel and Carol,"

"Who aren't so little anymore." I interrupted him.

"Yes," He nodded. "Lieutenant Andrew Gillet is going to be there, and a few other navy officers."

I nodded as he listed some of the guests. Though, I frowned when I realized something. "Wait, are those wonderful angles that dumped water on me going to be there?" I asked with dread.

He sighed. "Can you at least try to get along with them?"

I shook my head. "I already tried that, luv. They want nothing to do with me and I want nothing to do with them. Simple as that."

He started to say something when we heard the soft cry of a baby.

He looked back to me and smiled. "See? Even our month old child agrees with me."

I chuckled. "Bring me my robe please."

He kissed my forehead before he got up and fetched my robe, which was on the floor. Once my light blue robe was secured around my naked body, I exited our room and walked next-door where we kept our child. The room I entered was painted a light shade of green, for our child seemed to like that color more than any color he discovered.

The curtains were even light green, complimenting the walls. Then, pushed against the wall to the right, was a white bassinet. I could see our child's arms and legs just over the edge of the bassinet moving around in the air. He was wanting to be picked up.

I smiled and walked to the bassinet, looking over the edge and picked up our still softly crying baby. "Shh little one, I'm here." I cooed.

He stopped crying, but continued to whimper as he snuggled against me. I felt Theodore press his front to my back and put his left arm against both of mine, his large hand resting between our child's head and my arm.

"Goodmorning to you too." He said softly.

He stared up at us, his green eyes observing our every movement. He had inherited my green eyes and blond hair, but the rest of his features were similar to his father's. He had the same nicely chiseled face, and though he was only a month old, he seemed to have Theodore's build as well.

He continued to whimper.

"What's wrong Benjamin?" I asked him.

Benjamin James Groves is what we named him. I felt I owed a lot to James and his family, so why not name our child after the man that took me in and looked after me until I was on my feet?

"Does he smell?" Theodore asked.

"No, he doesn't need to be changed." I answered. Realization hit me then. "Poor Benjamin! He's probably famished, having not eaten since last night before he fell asleep."

I loosened one side of my robe and began breast-feeding. All of Benjamin's whimpering stopped, and he lay happily in my arms as he received his nourishment.

He was so small. Smaller than Carol when I had first arrived to the Norringtons when they were in England. He'd been born early. That was what worried Theodore and I the most. But, the mid-wife said he was as strong and healthy as a horse, and would be fine.

I looked up at Theodore, who was just as intrigued with our baby as I was. He brought his gaze to mine after a few moments.

"What else is left to prepare for the party?" I asked him.

He thought for a moment. "Pick out a dress for you to wear...select a few more desserts for the dessert table...find someone to watch Benjamin during the party and I believe that's all."

"Do you have to go to the fort today?"

He nodded. "Yes, but only for a bit. I promised Andrew I would help him with some of his paper work so he could get it done faster and come to the party tonight."

"Alright then."

"Speaking of which..." He looked at his pocket watch. "I should be leaving right now. Be back in a bit." He said as he briefly kissed my lips.

I watched him leave the room, then looked down at Benjamin. I could tell he was almost done nursing, because he had slowed down on how quickly he was drinking. I smiled and continued to hold him until he finished, and laughed when he gave a content burp.

I sat and stared at myself in the mirror, trying to decide if I wanted to wear my hair down or not. Up, I decided. I reached for deep blue ribbon, one that matched my dress. I had decided to wear my navy blue silk dress, the one that fit my curves but was still within the limits of propriety.

I thought the navy blue dress would compliment Theodore's uniform also, so the minute I laid eyes on it in my wardrobe, I grabbed it. The sleeves were long as well, but not too warm for the Caribbean night. I made sure to find the most comfortable slippers I could, knowing I would share a lot of dances with Theodore, James, and other navy officers that I knew.

Once my hair was tied back, I heard a knock.

"Come in." I called.

Theodore entered, a smile on his face. "Ready?"

I sighed. "How many people are there?"

"Just the usual." He said as he walked behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders. "The Norringtons, Andrew and some other navy officers, some of the towns people."

I sighed again.

He leaned close and put his lips near my ear. "You'll do fine. I daresay if you can survive being whipped on a pirate ship, you can take a birthday party." He said before he started to nibble on my earlobe.

I sat still and allowed his hands to travel my curves and his lips my neck. When he began trailing kisses toward my chest, I stopped him.

"After the party." Was all I said, then I stood.

He smiled and offered his right arm. "I suppose that means your ready, then?"

I only smiled and rested my arm atop his, allowing him to lead me to our guests.

I was relieved to see James standing near a corner all by his lonesome. People had bothering me with dances and dull conversation, and I was ready to talk to someone who I knew I would actually be glad to talk to. He saw me coming his way, and he smiled.

I smiled as well, and finally came to stop before him.

"Misty." He said, bowing and kissing the top of my hand. "Happy seventeenth birthday."

"Thankyou." I said. "Why are you standing here in the corner alone? Where's Sarah?"

He straightened and put his hands behind his back. "She's conversing with a few of her friends, there." He nodded to a group of ladies.

I smiled. She looked lovely, her peach colored dress complementing her complection nicely. I looked back to James and smiled. He was watching her, a soft smile gracing his lips and his eyes soft as well as he observed her.

"She looks lovely tonight." I said.

He looked to me quickly, snapping back to reality, then back to her. "She does." His voice was soft, happy as he agreed.

"Where is Samuel? I haven't seen him all night." I questioned.

James sighed. "That, my dear, is a very good question." He said, almost sounding angry as he looked back to me.

I chuckled. "Has he been getting into a lot of trouble lately?"

He nodded. "Yes. Ever since Carol turned two, he's been getting into a lot of trouble!" He sighed again. "I don't know what to do with him anymore, he's a completely different little boy. Sending him to bed without dinner hasn't worked, nor taking away his priorities."

I thought for a moment. "Why don't you try letting him stay with us for a bit, and see if he's any different?"

He chuckled. "I'm not going to put you through that, but thankyou for the offer."

"Have you tried talking to him?"

He shook his head. "I've been busy at the fort. I've not been able to find the time."

Just as I was about to say something, we heard a loud crashing sound, then what sounded like a scuffle. After James and I exchanged glances, we hurried to the source of all the commotion. To my surprise, and James's, there was Samuel.

He had what looked like the chocolate icing of a cake smeared on the left side of his face, cravat and purple dress coat. He was in a fight with another boy, both of them swinging mad and wild punches at each other. As the fist of the other boy landed on the left side of Samuel's face, Samuel's fist landed in the other boy's stomach, and so on.

"JAMES SAMUEL NORRINGTON!" James boomed beside me.

Everyone and everything fell silent. The two boys on the floor looked up at James, fear immediately filling their eyes. James made a move to pull Samuel on his feet, but Samuel was up and out of the house before he could so much as take two steps.

Someone else grabbed the other boy, I think his father, then everything seemed to go back to normal, as if nothing had happened at all. The music started again, people began conversing, and so on. Everyone seemed to try to avoid James at that moment, for they knew not to stand in the path of Admiral James Norrington when he was peeved.

Sarah was at his side, her hands on his arm as she tried to sooth and calm him. I started for the door, when the wonderful girls I had complained to Theodore about earlier stopped me. The 'leader' of said girls, the one with black hair and green eyes known as Sandra, spoke after her group had me surrounded.

"So, I see the inability to control emotions runs in the family." She said with a smirk.

She was referring to when I had made a remark at a party a few months ago, which led to her dumping water on my head to get her revenge. I smirked, and her's disappeared.

"I also see that you're not married. You're the one that told me not to compete in looks with you!" I said cooly. "Turns someone just may be so much better looking than you. Why, I heard Jeremy say he preferred Janet Indigo to you." I said with a smirk as I walked away with her jaw dropped at me.

Of coarse, that bit of information about the boy she fancied fancying another girl over her wasn't true, but why not start a bit of gossip? Port Royal was a gossip town after all.

I exited my home, leaving all the noise and people. I had a pretty good idea of where Samuel might be. Let me tell you, the boy has grown! He's only turned seven around two months ago, and he's nearly to my chest in height! He takes after his father in a lot of ways.

I continued walking, past the stables, through the gardens and finally to the shore. Yes, I was correct. I found footprints in the sand, leading even further away from Groves Manner. I took my shoes off, knowing I would be scolded if I got them covered in wet sand and saltwater. Theodore had paid a nice amount of money for these shoes after all.

Now I followed the footprints, enjoying feel of wet sand beneath my barefeet and the waves nipping at my ankles. Now I could see Samuel up ahead. He had removed his coat, waist coat, cravat, stockings and shoes and now sat in the sand.

He was throwing small pebbles and seashells into the ocean as hard and far as he could while he was sitting down. I sighed through my nose and made my way to him. It wasn't until I was right beside him that he noticed me, and it startled him.

He scrambled to his feet and started to run away from me, but I moved faster than he did. I grabbed his left arm and spun him around to face me. He still had chocolate icing on the left side of his face.

I shook my head. "Samuel..."

He interrupted me. "Please don't take me back to father! Please! I'll do anything! I'll..."

"Samuel." I interrupted, placing my right hand over his mouth.

He became quiet and looked down at his feet in shame as I removed my hand. "What do you suppose he'll do to me?" He asked quietly.

I furrowed my brows. "Do to you? What do you mean?" I asked softly.

I wanted to hear his side of the story, let him know I wasn't mad at him.

"He's been mad at me lately. I think now I've kicked his last nerve! He doesn't love me anymore! Please don't take me to him! Please!" He tried tugging away from me.

"Samuel! Samuel, I'm not taking you to him! I just want to know what happened!" I pulled him into an embrace until he stopped thrashing.

Once he was still, I told him to sit down. As I started to sit as well, he stopped me.

"Wait! You'll ruin your dress! Here, sit on this." He got to his feet and spread his coat out on the sand.

"I don't want to ruin your coat, Samuel." I tried.

"It's already ruined with chocolate icing, you won't do it anymore harm."

I sighed and sat down, and he sat down to my right. I saw that he still had icing on the left side of his face, and used his already stained cravat to clean it off him.

"Now, what the fight about between you and the other boy?" I asked him softly.

He sighed. "He was saying things about mum and father, things I don't want to repeat to you because you're a lady. Then he started to something about Carol, and the other boys were laughing at me. I started to say something, but one of the boys shoved a piece of cake in my mouth and smeared the icing on me. I guess I got so angry I just wanted to hurt the boy saying hurtful things, so I tried."

I sighed. "You can't let them get to you Samuel!" I stressed softly. "I get made fun of too, you know?"

He stared at the sand. "Why do I love father, but father doesn't love me?" He asked quietly.

"Samuel!" I whispered. "Look at me right now."

He did.

I cupped the right side of his face in my left hand. "He does love you. He's your father, and he's been punishing you because he cares. He wants you to stay out of trouble."

Samuel didn't say anything, just looked back down at the sand. I sighed and pulled him into another embrace and he willingly embraced me back, resting his head under my chin.

"What am I going to do with you?" I whispered.

Alright, Samuel thinks his own father hates him and Misty has a baby! Please tell me what you think! Please review! Thanks!