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. I also do not own Alexander Swann, Isabella Swann, or Count Phillip Rochester, who belong to Vilofied.

I woke to the scent of Caribbean Sea being carried on the morning breeze. It wafted all about my face, caressing my nose and cheeks, the coolness of it causing goose bumps to rise all over my body. Lazily, I opened my protesting eyes, trying to find the source of the sweet-smelling draft. I tried sitting up, only to fall softly back against the mattress of the canopy bed I laid in. With a sigh, I heaved myself up and swung my legs over the side of the bed. A six month's pregnancy didn't make it easy to do such, of course. So you know I had even more difficulty getting to my feet.

I made it, however, and followed the scent to the open doors of the veranda. Upon making it to the small, stone area, a smile caressed my lips. There was my husband, Admiral James Norrington, sitting in a chair by the small table we had set out on the veranda. The table he sat by was set with a white tablecloth, with a light pink vase resting on the center of it, filled with bright red roses. The tablecloth also merited gleaming silver plates, silverware, and even a silver teapot and two white teacups. A silver platter contained strawberries, peeled bananas, sliced apples, and grapes. Another platter held sliced bread and a small bowl of jam, and another held three different types of sliced meat.

James was seated facing the ocean, his back turned to me as he gazed out at the early morning horizon. With my smile growing a bit larger, I walked silently forward, until I was only inches from my husband. I leaned down as I gently grasped his shoulders in my small hands, and placed a lingering kiss just beneath the left joint of his jaw.

"Good morning." I whispered.

He closed his eyes and inhaled my scent, before taking my hands in his and pulling me around in front of him as gently as he could. Without much difficulty, he eased me down on his lap with a light smile, placing a light kiss on my right temple. "Good morning. How is our little passenger treating you?" he asked with a slightly larger smile, lightly placing his right hand on my swollen belly.

"The baby is treating me well." I replied softly, guiding his hand to an area the baby was lightly striking with small feet. "Not so much kicking this morning, as compared to yesterday morning."

He smiled at the light movement of our child, and leaned down and placed a lingering kiss on my large belly. "Good morning, little one."

"How did you sleep?" I asked, once he'd sat back against his chair, his hand still on my belly.

"I slept well. Did the baby keep you awake for very long?"

I sighed. The baby had been keeping me up late some nights, kicking and punching, causing me to sleep later than usual in the morning. "Not too long. I think you slept a bit over two hours before I finally fell asleep." I turned a bit in his lap, eyeing the table. "Roses?" I smiled.

"Indeed. Fresh from the gardens." he beamed, his eyes glittering.

I sat up, a playful smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "James Norrington! You picked flowers from my gardens?!" I said with mock anger, lightly swatting a small section of his chest.

"Yes, I did." he chuckled.

With a chuckle of my own, I got up from his lap…with a bit of his assistance. I walked slowly to the cool stone railing of the veranda, my hands resting on my belly as I stared out at the ocean. Closing my eyes, I inhaled the cool Caribbean breeze…a mixture of palm trees, sand, and sea salt. I heard James approach from behind, then felt his hands rest atop mine on my round belly.

"James?"

"Hmm?" he replied, pressing his face against the left curve of my neck.

"I…I'd like to go to the island."

He slowly turned me around, his hands on my shoulders as he looked me seriously in the eyes. "Chrissy, you're six months pregnant!"

"Really?" I chuckled.

His eyes narrowed a bit. "Chrissy…" he warned.

I sighed. "I'm tired of dressing up and going to all of these ridiculous parties and balls! All of the gossip and chatter behind our backs…dull tea parties. Don't you just want to get away, James?" I asked softly, placing my hands on his chest.

He held my gaze with soft, contemplating eyes, and sighed as well. "Yes, it would be nice. But…I don't want to put you," he paused, putting his hands on my swollen belly. "Or the baby, in danger."

I smiled. "We'd just be staying in the shelter for a few days, James! It's not like I'd be getting up before sunrise to check traps! We would take our own food, of course." I found his hands, putting mine atop his. "I think it would be good for the baby, too. I'm not the only one that would benefit from inhaling jungle air, or drinking the fresh water from the water fall."

He looked down at our hands, then sighed again as he looked back up at me. "How long?"

My face lit up. "Two weeks, just you, me, and the baby."

He began moving his thumbs, messaging a small area where the baby kicked just beneath his hands. "What if you go into labor?"

"The baby isn't due for three months, I don't think we'll have that problem."

He stood there for a few moments, studying my belly while slowly moving his hands about it. When his hands came to rest atop mine again, he looked into my eyes. "I'll think about it, and we'll discuss it thoroughly tonight."

I grinned, and whispered, "Thank you."

Slowly, a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he bent down and placed a brief kiss on my lips. "I need to go to work. I'll back in time for dinner."

"Sir, you have a visitor."

I was jarred from my concentration by a slight knock on the door, and the sailor's words. A light sigh escaped my lips, and I carelessly tossed my quill on my desk. Hadn't I told the guards I wanted no visitors today? I was a bit behind in my paperwork, and could get finished much quicker without interruptions.

"Who is it, sailor?"

"Ambassador Swann, Sir."

"Send him in." I ordered.

"Good morning, James." Swann said, shutting the door behind him.

I nodded. "Alexander. What brings you to the fort?"

"Paperwork, James! Don't you remember those papers I had delivered to you, only two days ago?"

I paused, looking down at the papers in front of me in thought. I winced, realizing the papers were the ones Alexander had come for.

"I take it you've not finished filling them out?" he chuckled.

"I've finished maybe half of the forms, Sir. I apologize."

He didn't scold me, as expected, but smiled, as though he new something I wasn't going to tell him. "It's alright, James. There were only two that I needed today. Have you finished those?"

I shuffled through the small stack, finding three finished papers, and only two unfinished. I grabbed the three finished and handed them to him. "Would these be it?"

After examining them for a few moments, a smile tugged at the older man's lips. "Yes, these will do, and the extra. Thank you. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be off. A lot of paperwork is waiting for my signature." he chuckled as he stood, making his way to the door. "I also have some house staff in need of guidance in building my schooner. They seemed absolutely clueless when I left!" he laughed, rolling his eyes.

With a chuckle, I turned back to my paperwork. I didn't get far, though, before I stopped to ponder. "Schooner…"

"Chrissy?" I called, entering the house only minutes before the usual dinner time.

"She's in the dining room, Sir. May I take your hat and coat?" Albert, my butler, asked as he closed the door I'd left open, forgotten in my haste.

"Thank you, Albert." I replied, handing him my hat and coat.

As soon as the articles of clothing were out of my hands, I began walking for the dining room.

"Sir?" he called after me in mid-step.

"Yes, Albert?"

"Your wig, Sir. We both know how Mrs. Norrington feels about it." he chuckled.

With a nod, I removed the offending piece of my uniform and also handed it to Albert, then began, once more, to the dining room. I found my wife there, as Albert had told me, sitting to the right of my place at the head of the table. I smiled. Her hands were resting atop her belly, rubbing slowly up and down while she was lost in her thoughts. It was something that had quickly developed into a habit only months ago, when she'd first learned of her pregnancy. I walked quietly into the room, not saying a word.

She didn't spot me until I was only feet from my chair, and she smiled. "Hello."

"Good evening." I smiled.

"Good. You seem to have lost your wig." she chuckled.

I continued smiling, though I shook my head. "Until I have to go to work again, in about two weeks."

Her brows furrowed. "I'm sorry?" her eyes widened upon realization, and her face glowed. "James, are you saying..?"

"I've decided, Mrs. Norrington, that a trip to the island would do us both good." I formally told her. "But," I started, when she'd started to say something. "You have to follow certain…laws, I'm going to lay down for you."

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Yes..?"

"You won't be going anywhere on the island without me. No long walks. I don't want you putting unnecessary strain on yourself, in your delicate condition. We won't be going to the cliff over-looking the entire island, either. Dangerous beasts wander around up there, as we discovered a bit over a year ago."

I watched her ponder a moment, allowing my words to sink in. "I can't go anywhere without you?"

"No." I shook my head. "You can't move quickly, you're basically defenseless."

"Alright." she agreed. "I accept that. But, no walks?"

"None. We can take short strolls. Nothing far away from the shelter." I said strictly, but gently at the same time.

"Agreed." she nodded. "But James, the cliff…" she whined.

"No, Mrs. Norrington." I warned, though I'm certain my eyes showed my amusement.

"But…the view…" she continued.

"No, Darling."

"Fine." she sighed, crossing her arms with a bit of difficulty atop her stomach. "I'll follow your 'laws'. When do we leave?" her voice was curious, almost eager.

"Tomorrow afternoon. I've already rented a boat. A little schooner that can be manned by three men, including myself. I've also gotten most of the supplies together, which is why we won't be leaving until the afternoon. I still have a few things that need to be purchased and loaded." I finished with a smile when she grinned.

She pushed her chair back a bit, and took her time getting to her feet. She looked me over with soft, appreciative eyes before turning as quickly as she could on her heal to walk away.

With furrowed brows, I also stood. "Where are you going?"

She turned and smirked. "To pack."

HEY!! OVER HERE!! PLEASE READ!! Alright, just as promised, part two of 'Washed Up'! I apologize if any of the characters seemed out of character. For some reason, lately, I haven't been able to get the feel of them. So, if the characters seemed to be acting a bit strange, please let me know! Thank you! Please review!