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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.

I was woken by a cry. Benjamin was still waking up at odd hours of the night, having not fallen into a routine sleep schedual yet. I sighed and started to get up.

"I'll see what he wants." Theodore said grogily beside me.

"No, you've a long day ahead of you. I'll see what he wants." I got to my feet and stretched.

He rolled over on his back and rubbed his eyes with both hands. "What time is it?" He asked through a yawn.

I felt my way through the darkness and lit a candle, holding it up to the clock on the wall. "Six in the morning."

"I was supposed to be up an hour ago." He stated, his voice still gruff from just waking up.

"You were awake an hour ago, you just didn't get up. You woke me up as well, but I fell asleep minutes afterwards."

"I apologize." He grumbled. "Why didn't you make me get up?"

"I told you, I was only awake for about a minute or so, then fell asleep again. My brain probably hadn't processed what was going on until I had fallen asleep again." I chuckled. He could be so funny a few moments after he woke up.

He only grumbled as he tossed the covers off and sat up, throwing his legs over the side. The only thing he was wearing was a pair of grey breeches. I smiled. I walked to him and ran my fingers down the smooth skin of his shoulder. He lazily looked up at me. I offered a smile as I gave his shoulder a squeeze.

"Come along." I whispered. "You need to get dressed, we're running a bit late on our schedual."

He nodded and slowly got to his feet, the bones in his knees and ankles popping from lack of movement in his sleep. He made his way to the wardrobe and helf-mindedly pulled shirt to his uniform on, and started digging around for his breeches.

With a small smile I turned away from him and to the door that joined our room with Benjamin's. My smile grew. He was sitting up again, his little hands gripping the edge of his bassinet. His crying decreased quite a bit when I walked into his view, but not completely. I spoke soft comforts to him as I picked him up, hugging him to my chest.

He didn't hug my neck or shoulder like usual, but stared at me expectantly. I chuckled and sat down in the chair next to his bassinet, lossened the right side of my gown and began breast feeding. His crying immediatly stopped and he lay quietly in my arms, taking his fill of my milk. When he finished drinking I set him on the floor and righted my nightgown.

I then walked to the door, where Benjamin followed on his hands and knees. When he reached me I knelt down and pointed to his father, making sure he saw him before I got back up. A grin much resembling Theodore's spread across his face. He began crawling awkwardly toward Theodore, raising his hands high off the ground then bringing them noisily back down on the hard-wood floor. Theodore, in the process of strapping on his sword, looked down and smiled softly at our now giggling son.

When he finished strapping on his sword he knelt down and protectively gathered Benjamin in his arms, holding him to his chest as if protecting him from the world. My smile faultered when I saw the look in Theodore's eyes. Dread. As if sensing the meaning of Theodore's tight and protective embrace, Benjamin stopped laughing. I sighed. My thoughts from yesterday were wrong. This was truely the start of many restless days and nights for me.

I went to the two and knelt down, putting my arms around my son and husband. Theodore put one of his arms around me, and we just held each other on the floor. After a few minutes, Theodore looked up at me.

"I should probably go." He whispered.

I nodded and we got to our feet. He handed Benjamin to me, and I called for a maid to watch over Benjamin as we prepaired to make leave. I didn't, however, call for a maid to help me dress. Theodore would help me do that.

"You don't have to wear a dress to town today." He told me. "We'll only be at the docks for a few minutes. It isn't worth you having to dress uncomfortably for such a short amount of time." He tried offering me a smile.

I smiled also and went to the wardrobe, selecting a pair of black breeches, a grey shirt and black boots. After Theodore helped me dress, slowly, I might add, and after I tied my hair back with a grey ribbon we made our way to the carriage.

James and Sarah were already at the docks when we arrived. I didn't see Samuel or Carol anywhere. I shrugged it off and brought my attention to Theodore, who helped me out of the carriage. We slowly made our way to James and Sarah, who were laughing lightly together after he whispered something into her ear.

James nodded at us. "Captain, are you ready to get this done with?"

"Aye, sir. You?"

James chuckled and looked back to his wife. "So it would seem."

Lieutenant Andrew Gillet walked up to our little group, to my dismay. "Sirs, we're to shove off in five minutes.

"Thank you, Lieutenant. Dismissed." James replied.

With a nod, Andrew walked away. As Andrew walked off, James walked his wife a few feet away to say a few words of goodbye. Theodore turned to me, his expression completely different from the happy one he'd been wearing only moments ago.

"I'm sorry about the sudden change in plan." he whispered.

I shook my head. "Don't be. You have a duty to fulfil for king and country." On the inside, I was begging him not to leave.

"You're more important to me." He replied.

Now I could feel tears forming in my eyes. "Just come back as soon as you can, in one piece." My voice was barely even a whisper.

"I will."

He pulled me into an embrace and kissed me, mustering as much passion as he could on the spot. The only problem I had with this, was that it didn't last long enough. He pulled away and stroked my cheek.

"I love you." He whispered.

He then reluctantly turned and made his way to board his ship. I watched his retreating form, then turned to James and Sarah.

Who were still talking.

I chuckled and walked a little closer, trying to hear a bit of their conversation.

"Don't let Samuel cause you any trouble. If he does, he has me to answer to when I get back." James told her sternly.

Sarah chuckled. "I believe I can hold down the fort while you're away."

Now he chuckled. "I don't want you causing any trouble either."

She smiled and gently grasped his shoulders. "You've nothing to worry about; except me worrying myself over you." She said a little more seriously and a little softer.

"You can look forward to a safe return, and," He leaned forward and whispered something in her ear.

Whatever he said caused her to blush a bit and chuckle. "I look forward to it." She replied.

James jumped a bit when he realized I was standing only a few feet away, my eyebrows raised. I had a pretty good idea what he'd been whispering to her. I acted like I hadn't seen Sarah blush. James offered me a smile.

"I'll see to it we can get back with all haste."

I smiled and pulled him into an embrace, which he returned. "Please do." I dropped my voice to a whisper, keeping my arms around his neck. "I've never said it, but you're like a father to me, the way you took me in and got me to my feet. God knows I love you like one, too."

When we released our holds on each other, he was beaming at me, though he looked like he felt a bit awkward. I chuckled.

"I just wanted you to know!"

He chuckled. "I appreciate it. I love you too."

Sarah walked to us and raised her eyebrows. "What did you say to my husband that makes him look like he's feeling rather...awkward?"

He turned to her. "She simply said she loves me like a father, and looks up to me like one."

"Who, prey tell, dosn't know that?" She jested.

"Me, it would seem." He answered with a chuckle.

"Sir!" Andrew called from the gang-plank of the ship.

"Yes, I'll be right there!" James yelled back. He turned back to Sarah. "Well, it appears I must go. Bye dear." He lightly kissed her lips. He turned to me. "Misty." He kissed my forehead. With that, he made his way up the gang-plank which was removed almost the moment his feet touched the deck.

I stood and watched the ship until it was just a spot with white sails, watched as it carried the two people I loved more than anything away from me. I hung my head and turned to walk to my carriage, when someone gently lay their hand on my shoulder. It was Sarah.

"I have an offer for you." She said with a smile.

I nodded for her to continue.

"I was wondering if you would like to stay with me in Norrington Manner until our husbands return. We're both alone with the exception or our children and the house staff. Would you like to stay in your old room?"

I shook my head. "I don't want to trouble you..." I started.

"No, no!" She interrupted. "You won't be a trouble at all! We haven't spoken in a while, we need to catch up." She smiled and whispered. "Besides, I want to find out what's wrong with Samuel. If he won't tell his mother or father, he'll tell his sister." She winked when she said 'sister'.

So they look at me as a daughter now? I smiled.

"Yes, we do have a lot of catching up to do. Let's go gather Benjamin and a few of my things."

"Will do!"

"Shall we take my carriage?" I asked.

She turned to her driver. "Matthew, go on home. I'm going to Groves Manner for a bit."

That said, we clombed into my carriage. As soon as I gave my driver instruction to take us to my home, Sarah and I began chatting about what has happened since the last time we'd had a long conversation.

Benjamin was thrilled to be at Norrington Manner! He laughed as he sat in Sarah's lap, playing with the small golden heart on a small gold chain around her petite neck. She chuckled as she held him.

"He's absolutely adorable, Misty! And he seems so well behaved!"

I beamed at my son. "Put him on the ground, see what he discovered what he can do!"

We were sitting out on the back yard pattio, enjoying the sunshine and a pot of peach tea. We cared not that we weren't wearing sun hats, we were just enjoying ourselves. Sarah set Benjamin down and watched my son crawl awkwardly to me, his laughter filling the quiet of the early afternoon. I cooed soft words to him as I picked him up and cuddled him against my chest, kissing his temple in the process.

Sarah smiled at us. "You two are simply a portrait!" She said softly.

I smiled and looked back down at Benjamin. "I should probably lay him down for a nap. do you mind if I take one as well?"

She shook her head. "Go on. You've had a trying morning."

I nodded my head in thanks and made my way to Benjamin's room, and lay him down for his nap. I then made my way to my room and flopped down on my own bed.

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Theodore sat quietly at his desk in his cabin, the rolling of the ship his lullaby. It had been an easy day. No trouble with the ship, no pirates spotted. though the day was easy, he still had an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He sighed and leaned his head back against his chair, closing his eyes as he crossed his legs.

Was that swords he heard clinging against each other? He then heard gunshots, and a young sailor burst into his cabin.

"Sir! We've been boarded by pirates!"

Another shot rang out, and the crewman fell to the floor, dead. Theodore rushed to his feet to get his sword. It was late into the night, and he could sleep. He couldn't stop thinking about his wife, or son. He'd taken all of his weapons off and his jacket, hat and wig to get comfortable.

Now he wished he had at least left his sword on. as he dashed across the room, he felt a hand grab the back of his shirt and fling him to the floor. he was then flipped over on his back and the pirate slammed his knee against Theodore's stomach to hold him down.

A knife was pressed to Theodore's throat, and the pirate grinned as he slowly drug the blade across the soft skin and through the tender tissue. Theodore gasped out his last breath as his blood stained his cravat, and bled out onto the floor.

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I yelled out as I shot to a sitting position. My eyes darted about the room, and I found I was sitting in my bed at Norrington Manner. It had been a dream. Just a nightmare. I found that I was breathing hard and a blanket of cold sweat covered my body.

I shook my head and looked out the window. The sun was a bit lower in the sky. Had I slept that long? Yet, I felt exhausted. I flopped back down and curled into a ball, tears silently streaming down my face.

"Admiral." I said as I approached James at the helm.

He turned. "Captain?"

I held a spy glass out to him and pointed a few degrees right of the starboard side. He brought the spy glass to his left eye.

"Can you make out the colors they're flying?" I asked.

"The Jolly Roger." He answered grimly. "The pirates we've been searching for."

"Shall I rouse the crew, Admiral?" I questioned.

He nodded, his expression like stone, his eyes filled with detirmination. "Immediatly. It's been over a week. It's time for this mission to end."

I shouted orders. The ship came to life with the men running the guns out, getting to their stations. By this time we were in range of the enemie's cannons, and they let us know. A single cannon whizzed into a small section of our foremast, taking a good portion of wood with it.

"Return fire!" James's voice rang out across the deck.

Now the ship was near enough for us to see the crew clearly. I rushed to a group of marines and ordered them to the starboard side. "Open musket fire!" I yelled.

The smell of gunpowder and smoke filled my nose, and my ears rang from the roar of the cannons and the banging of muskets. the enemy ship drew just close enough and the pirates began to board our ship. I drew my sword and engaged in a duel with a rather large pirate.

Soon the whole ship was an orchestra of cannons, muskets and swords clashing. The wood of our ship screamed, threatening to snap. Men cried out in pain, some begging for mercy.

But there was one particular yell of agony that caught my attention. I finished off the pirate before me and scanned the deck. I heard the yell again and located its source. Admiral James Norrington. The right shoulder and front of his uniform was bloodied, and he had crashed to the deck.

A pirate towered over him, his sword raised for the finishing blow. I drew my pistol and fired, the bullet burrowing in the vile man's back. He fell to the deck, dead. I rushed to James and knelt down to his right. His eyes were closed.

I placed my middle and index fingers on his throat, just below his jaw bone. I felt a pulse, a strong one at that. His eyes opened the moment my fingers touched his skin. He took in a shaky breath.

"Sir!" I exclaimed.

"Behind you!" He managed to say.

I turned to find a pirate standing behind me, his sword already swinging down towards me. I grabbed James's pistol as quickly as I could and fired. The pirate started to fall from the shot, but his blade still pierced me.

"The ship!" One of the pirates yelled. "She's sinking! Come on men!"

The pirate I'd shot was bleeding from his right side, but soon to collaps. He grabbed me as he began to fall overboard, and the next thing I felt was water. I screamed in pain, only to have salty water fill my mouth. Everything went black.

So, we don't know where Theodore's been stabbed, so we don't know if the blow is fatal. James is wounded, and his ship is sinking. Will they live? Please review! Thanks!