Hello! Just like I said, here is the sequel to 'Prisoner of Emotions'! Thankyou to Dutchess Norrington for your continued support. Enjoy!

I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, Disney does.

Previously,

"Well?" He pressed.

"James...I'm pregnant."

He sat there in his sunlit room, thinking of that day. The expression that must've been on his face! It had caused Sarah to laugh and stroke his cheek with a single finger and say, "Yes, you heard right."

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"W-what?" He asked, barely able to find his voice.

She chuckled. "Yes, I'm pregnant! We're going to be parents!" She said softly.

An undescribable happiness seemed to rise to his chest, and he...he didn't know what to say! He just pulled her to him and they stood there for a while, just holding each other.

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Now he sat here on the side of his bed, holding this...this small creature wrapped in a soft blanket in his arms. Only two hours old, she laid there contently, staring intently into her father's eyes.

She had a mixture of green and blue eyes, a combination of her father's and mother's. The outer rims of them started as a deep blue, and extended into green by the time the color reached her pupils, making them look an aqua color when light hit them at just the right angle.

Her hair was a rich brown color and soft to the touch, getting the color from James of course. She also had James' smile, and Sarah's petite nose.

James continued to hold her and stare softly into her gleaming eyes, when a soft moan brought him back to reality. Sarah had woken form her nap. James got up and put the new-born in her crib, which wasn't very far from their bed.

He then sat back down on the side of the their bed and took her hand in his.

"James?" She asked weakly, her eyes still closed.

"How do you feel?" He asked softly.

"The baby...where is she?"

"In her crib." He took a damp rag and gently drug it across her face and neck. "Are you feeling better?"

"Sore. Exhausted." She looked up at him and smiled weakly.

"Just get some rest, my dear, and you'll be better than ever. Just like last time." He said the last sentence with a smile.

At that moment, they heard their bedroom door creak open, and there stood a five year old boy. He was dressed in a plain white long-sleeved shirt, a pair of light brown breeches, and stood in his barefeet. He had short, mussed up golden-blond hair, light green eyes, and a mischievous, crooked grin.

"Mummy!" He said excitedly before barreling in the couple's direction.

With all his might, he leapt toward the bed. In a second James was on his feet and had caught the young boy in mid-air.

"James Samuel Norrington, what did I tell you about running in the house?" James asked sternly.

"Don't do it unless it's important and I absolutely must run." The boy said boredly.

"That's a good boy." He said before sitting him down at the end of the bed, away form Sarah.

"My name is Sam. Please." The younger Norrington pouted.

"Alright, my dear Sam, no running in the house." James chuckled.

"But I want to see Mum!" Sam said before trying to scramble across the bed, only to be stopped by James' hands on his shoulders.

"You can see Mum. But..." He said as he picked Sam up and held him on his hip. "You must be very careful. She's very sore and tired."

He walked over to Sarah's side of the bed and sat down on the edge, facing her, and kept Sam sitting in his lap. Sam studied his mother, who was now sitting up and leaning against the head board. Her strawberry hair was tied back, and some of it was still wet with sweat. Her eyes were bright but filled with tiredness, her cloths were still a little wet with sweat, and she had faint red dots under her eyebrows, like she had broken a few blood vessels.

"Mum, are you alright?" He asked softly.

She smiled at him. She had heard the worry in his voice.

"I'm alright Sam. I'm just tired." She pat her lap. "Would you like to sit with me?"

Sam looked at James. "May I?" He whispered.

James nodded. "Remember to be very gentle." He lifted Sam from his lap and gently sat him on Sarah's.

Sarah wrapped her arms around her son, drawing him into a gentle embrace as she kissed the top of his head.

"Why are you up so early?" She asked with raised eyebrows.

"Do I have a brother or sister yet?" He asked excitedly.

She smiled. "James." She said looking at her husband.

He smiled too, and got up and gently lifted his new-born from her crib. He sat down a little closer to his wife and son this time, and smiled again.

"Samuel, this is your baby sister, Carol Beth Norrington." He said smiling as he stroked Carol's soft hair.

Sam leaned forward in Sarah's lap and stared wide-eyed at his sister in wonder and excitement.

"Isn't she beautiful Samuel?" Asked Sarah as she rubbed his back.

He grinned. "She is." He looked up at James. "Was I that small?"

James chuckled. "Yes Samuel, you were this small." He looked back down at Carol. "Very small indeed." He mumbled.

At that moment they heard a knock on the door. They all looked at each other. Well, Carol didn't, she kept looking at her brother.

"Samuel, carefully crawl off your mother's lap so she can hold Carol."

Samuel did so, and James slowly laid Carol in Sarah's arms. "Stay here, all of you. I'll be back soon." He kissed Sarah's forehead and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Before he opened the door he looked out the small window in the living room/kitchen, relieved to find it was only the mail delivery boy. Still, he quietly called for his dog, a four year old male black lab named Lieutenant, to his side.

He opened the door, and had to look down to look at the boy. "Hello." He said to the boy.

"Morning sir. I have a letter for a Mister...Samuel Johnson?"

He nodded. "That would be me."

Un-known to the small town that they lived in, the Norrington' s lived under false names to protect themselves should the law come looking for them because of their acts of piracy to save themselves.

He took the letter from the extended hand of the boy, and gave him a shilling in return.

"Thankyou sir." He said as he turned to leave.

James shut the door and locked it as he turned to go to his and Sarah's bedroom, when he heard a whimper from the dog. He smiled and scratched him behind the ears.

"Good boy. At ease." With this command, Lieutenant turned and re-claimed his spot infront of the fireplace.

James re-entered the bedroom and closed the door behind him.

"Who was it James?" Sarah questioned, Samuel still beside her, Carol still resting in her arms.

"Just a boy delivering a letter."

"A letter? Who would know of us out here?"

"My cousin, John." He tore open the letter and quickly scanned it. "What?!" He hissed under his breath.

"What's wrong father?" Questioned Sam.

He walked over to them and sat down on edge of the bed next to Sarah.

"Samuel, why don't you go play with Lieutenant for a bit? He was acting a little restless."

"But..." He stopped when he got 'the look' from James. "Yes sir." He scampered off the bed and out of the bedroom.

"James? What's wrong?"

"My cousin!" He shouted.

"Shh! Don't wake the baby." She said as she put her fingers over his lips.

He nodded and she took her fingers off of him. He started again, this time calmer and much quieter.

"My cousin, is sending his teenage daughter to live with us because he can't support her."

"What?!" She whispered.

"It says here, "I can no longer support my sixteen year old daughter and my small home and animals. I'm sending her to you so you can take care of her until things get better. She should be to England in a month, I've already sent her, shortly after I sent this letter. I appreciate it greatly." How can he possibly expect that out of me?!"

"We've just had a baby, and we have Samuel. How are we going to take care of a teenager as well?"

"I don't know." He laid his arm across her legs and gently stroked her thigh. "Don't worry. We've still got a month until she arrives. Right now, just take care of Carol. Alright? Don't worry." He smiled at her.

"Alright. I'll forget all about it until next month." She smiled at him.

"That's my girl. Why don't you go on and start breast feeding her and I'll get dinner started?"

"Alright." She smiled.

"Right. Just take it easy." He gently cupped her cheek in his hand and kissed her lips, and then got up and left the room, again closing the door behind him.

So? What do you think? You like? What do you think of energy-filled Samuel and little Carol? Please review! I would appreciate it!