I closed my eyes, willing this to be a bad dream, She can't be dead. Not Andréa. My sister in all but blood. I didn't want this to happen. I needed her. She was always the more cheerful out of us. Lucy would drag us down but Andréa would bring us back up. That would no longer happen.

"Lucy? Is this a bad dream?" I turned to my superior, we were lucky we are in the Navy. Women were not normally allowed. It was because of our scores on the Lieutenancy Exam. We were disguised at the time but after we passed, all of us, we allowed ourselves to be who we are.

"I wish it were a bad dream, Teddy, We all loved Dréa." I swallowed and nodded before going over to her peaceful but also frightened body. I watched as they stitched her hammock around her and tuck her favourite book and her hat into the hammock. I smiled at her peaceful expression and placed my own token, a small pearl. I didn't dare leave a stitch unstitched. I didn't want Andréa to come back as a ghost, a vengeful spirit, and take her revenge on us all for not sending her off properly.

"Andréa Gillette will be missed, a light in the darkness, the sun in a storm, the rain on a hot day. She was always light hearted and strong, never afraid to be who she was but always ready to adapt to a situation. None of us knew she would be hit by a stray bullet, a wound which killed her almost instantly. None of us knew she would die, If we did know, we would have saved her." I smiled at Lucy's words.

"Second Lieutenant Theodora Groves!" I walked over to Lucy, my superior officer, Captain of this ship. "Since First Lieutenant Andréa Gillette is no longer with us, I promote you to First Lieutenant Theodora Groves." I smiled, it was how it went, the First Lieutenant died, the Second became First it was the same for all the men. "First Lieutenant! Would you like to do the honors of sending her body to the sea."

I closed my eyes and breathed, of course I would, this would be the last time I ever saw her. "Yes, Miss.." I closed my eyes again and opened them, stepping up to where Lucy was, with Andrea's body. "Dréa, I will miss you as will everyone, I hope you find happiness wherever you may end up." I pushed her body off the side and pulled my hat off in respect. "Farewell...Andréa Gillette."

I could hear the murmurs of the men. "Andréa.." they seemed as depressed over Drea's death as me and Lucy. I knew the HMS Dauntless would be due to catch up with us, the HMS Interceptor. We'd have to explain to Phillip Gillette why his daughter was no longer with us. I had to explain it to Commodore Norrington, getting a replacement for the gap. I never wanted this.

The HMS Dauntless seemed to speed towards the HMS Interceptor, The Commodore of the Navy, watching. Over at the Interceptor, the Captain stands there, tears in her eyes as she remembers her best friend and sister. The First Lieutenant refused to leave her quarters, missing her best friend and sister's smile. How it would light up even the darkest of times. It wasn't a good thing, to dwell on the past, but they couldn't let former First Lieutenant Andréa Gillette be forgotten.

"Captain Norrington!" I turned to face the all too familiar voice, Lucy's father. "Might I ask why First Lieutenant Andréa Gillette is not stood with everyone else." I dreaded this part. I didn't want to say it. I had to. For Andrea… For my sister.

"Commodore Norrington, Sir, I am First Lieutenant Theodora Groves, Former First Lieutenant Andréa Gillette is no longer with us. She died in the battle against the Syren, a stray bullet hit her." I had tears in my eyes, I could see Phillip Gillette stood behind Commodore Norrington, stray tears falling from his eyes. This was a heartbreaking moment for everyone on the Dauntless. They hadn't seen her die but they had heard it from us. None of us wanted to move on. None of us wanted to leave Andréa, but we had, we kept her memory alive inside us.

"I understand First Lieutenant. It is a huge loss, not just for the British Navy but for her family and friends. We will find someone to fill the gap, but we will never replace her." I nodded as he turned to Phillip Gillette. "Lieutenant Gillette, would you sail on the Interceptor in Former First Lieutenant Andréa Gillette's place." I understood what he was doing. Giving Phillip a chance to grieve over his loss.

"Yes, Sir, I shall sail on the Interceptor as Second Lieutenant." I smiled as he stepped over to us. Phillip Gillette was a lot like his daughter. Andréa was a lot more carefree than he is. She was more alive than he is. She was worth getting to know, although so was Phillip, a trait they shared. I saw my father. I stepped over to him.

I placed a small item into his hand. "For Phillip, when he returns back, I do not want to pass him this. You must, for reasons." I didn't dare tell him anything else. Commodore Norrington was watching us. I turned around and strode back over to Lucy.

"Captain Norrington, I leave the HMS Interceptor in your capable hands, I expect her back in Port Royal unharmed and with no casualties." I nodded at the Commodore as he said that, respect written over my face. "Farewell for now….Lucy." It was rare for Commodore Norrington to say his adopted daughter's name.