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A/N: Um... well... enjoy, I guess... ::hides in embarrassment::

"Gavin, Gavin!" the horrified young woman screamed into the storm. She struggled fiercely against the raging ocean that held her skirts captive and weighed her down, but the unyielding waves slammed into her, obstructing her panicked movements and plastering her already-tight dress to her wet body. Her hands were flung out in front of her, frantically searching to grasp some part, any part, of the boy she was desperately trying to save.

How did it come to this? They had just been out for a simple picnic on the beach. Mother and son, enjoying the fair weather and each other's company. Well, the weather didn't stay fair for long. Elizabeth had seen the heavy, gray clouds in the distance, but she hadn't thought they would approach this fast. She began to gather up their remaining food and supplies when the first raindrops fell, and Gavin had wandered towards the awakening sea, taking advantage of his mother's distraction. She had noticed, of course, and warned him to be careful and not stray too far from her side. By the time she had finished packing their things, gentle breezes had become strong gales, pleasant waves lapping at the shore had turned violent, and everything was gray. The storm was almost at full tilt, and she looked up to see that Gavin had indeed ventured too far.

So now here she was, waist-deep in the unfriendly water and shrieking her son's name to the merciless wind.

"Gavin!" she shouted once more as a pale, tiny hand surfaced and she could spot the very top of his blond head, not three feet to her left. Harsh saltwater found its way into her mouth as she thrashed wildly towards her child and she choked on its acrid taste, spitting vehemently as she continued her violent struggle. It was like Mother Nature was actually trying to stand in her way, like God himself did not want her to save her son.

Just as she reached him, her fingers brushing against the sleeve of his jacket, strong hands gripped her arms and pulled her backwards against a firm body, slowly dragging her away from her drowning child and towards the relative safety of the beach. She fought for all she was worth, desperate to bring her son out of danger as well. She felt as though she was no longer in command of her own body, the burning need to rescue her child the only force controlling her actions. She kicked and yelled, flailing madly against the restraining arms now wrapped around her waist, hauling her out of the dangerous waters, but she was too hysterical, and her captor too strong.

She was towed all the way up the beach, her legs becoming tangled in her wet skirts as she continued to struggle fervently, past the docks and into the shelter of the fort. She was in tears by this point, bitter tears that mingled with the rain and seawater on her face. She knew she had lost. There was no chance of saving him now; her son was surely dead. She ceased her struggling against her captor's hold and turned her face into the person's chest, not knowing or caring who it was, just desperate for comfort from another human being. However, she was roughly shoved away, and she finally looked up to see the mystery person's face.

Lieutenant Gillette stood in front of her, his very being emanating a sense of loathing and disgust. His jaw was set in an angry line, his fists slightly clenched at his sides, and his eyes were as cold and stormy as the ocean he had just rescued her from.

"Lieutenant," Elizabeth squeaked, "what, why did you –"

"I always knew you were a bit… off, Mrs. Turner," he interrupted her. "Associating so casually with pirates, even marrying one for Christ's sake. But I never, never thought…" He trailed off, shaking his head.

A small, choked sob was the only invitation to continue that Elizabeth could give him.

He sighed – seeming more like a growl to Elizabeth – and fixed her with a stony glare. "I never thought you would go as far as to kill your own son."

A/N: So... it's been a slice, please be a dear and leave me a review!! Love you all...