Chapter 4:

*Ida's POV*

Ever since the second gift of a rose, the life couldn't be any better. Miss Elizabeth and I spend the days that I have off either together or with Mr. Will, since I have more time off from my studies. Father and I bond more together as actual father and daughter, he couldn't be any happier. Mr. Will is still my best friend/brotherly figure and still tries to get me in the random fights. James spend his days off from his work with me. My sister will often joke about it being a courtship, which I believe it is one.

James knows about my studies with gemstones. Surprisingly, he asked me if he can accompany me with these studies. Amethyst, aquamarine, bloodstone, coral carnelian, and tiger eye have gain the title of his personal favorite gemstones. Mainly for protection. In return, he teaches me about more knowledge of weaponry. I have gain interest in muskets.

One day, I am sitting in the living room reading a book. Nothing's going on for the day surprisingly. Miss Elizabeth and Mr. Will are out for the day. Father's working on something with James. I wonder what is it going to be.

Soon my eyelids begin to feel heavy. I try to not make them fully close, but they won. Of course I would adjust myself before falling asleep. My back is touching the cushion of the couch as I lay flat. The book's open where I left off and laying on my stomach. I place my hands on the book.

*Dreamland*

Sand covers my toes, cooling off the warmth off of my feet. My eyes look out to the ocean. Wind dances with long dark hair. I am on the shore of the Port Royal, enjoying the peace.

"Ida!"

I turn around and see the one man I thought I will never see again.

"Uncle Jack!" I exclaimed with the biggest smile on my face.

"Oh Ida," my godfather/uncle figure, Captain Jack Sparrow, immediately places me into a hug, "we have missed you very dearly."

"I missed you all too," I hugged back.

"Listen Ida," he says all serious, looking dead in my eyes, "your mommy is doing everything in her power to make sure that you are back with her, but she has been watching you spiritually."

"Does she improve of the decisions I have made?"

"Of course, she's more proud of you to find love."

An image of James's smile appear before my eyes.

"I'm so glad. Uncle Jack, where are you physically?" I am dying to know.

"We will meet again in the physical world will soon."

"When Uncle Jack?"

"Soon Ida soon."

*Reality*

"Ida daughter, wake up."

Soon my eyes open, ending my temporary slumber. "Something wrong father?" I asked, slightly groggy.

"Nothing is wrong daughter," father answers with a chuckle at my state, "dinner's ready early today and it is still you and me today."

"Yes father."

He let's me seat myself first before having him sit down.

"Daughter," he breaks the silence between us, "there is some busy to discuss between us."

"What is it father?"

"What are your thoughts about Captain James Norrington?"

My eyes slightly grew big at his question. "In what way father?" I asked, not knowing what to say.

"What are your professional thoughts about Captain James Norrington?" he chuckles a little.

"Well James is a great captain, very loyal to the law, yet knows how to keep peace without the law, and I see him a great leader to his team."

"Do you see him becoming a commodore?"

"I would love to see him as commodore because of his leadership and gentle nature."

"Well then," then father smiles, "he's being promoted to commodore."

"Really father?" I asked, really surprised.

"Yes, in five days, there will be a ceremony of his promotion. I will order Port Royal's finest dresses for you and Elizabeth to wear at the ceremony."

"But father, I have nicer dresses to choose from."

"Ida daughter," he sighs, placing a hand on my shoulder, "it's an important celebration so please for me to wear a finest dress….or maybe for James." He was smirking at the mention of James.

My cheeks grow warm. "Okay," I smiled softly, "I'll wear a finest dress."

"Thank you Ida."

My eyes open alarmed. The memory keeps on appearing again. For years, the spirits wants me to remember that day, but yet they don't know how my emotions are reacting. I took a breath before heading outside with a blanket around my upper body. Fresh air might help calm my emotions.

Coldness of the path meets my barefeet. I smell the familiar flowers along the way towards one location of the gardens. My eyes see a figure sitting on one of the benches with his back facing me. I walk over and sit next to him.

"The celebration of your promotion is tomorrow," I speak.

"Yes it is," he answers, then he turns to me, "why are you here in the cold Miss Ida?"

"The memory."

"Your mother must be missing you as well."

I turn to him. "Many fear her and my real father greatfully of what they are, but yet they raised me with love and positivity by the spirits." My head turns away. "You must think different of me now."

"Miss Ida," he speaks, making me face him again, "my thoughts of you will never change." Then the corners of his lips curl up into a soft smile. "Miss Ida, have you ever imagine what your future would be like?"

My eyes stare at him for a moment. "I would love to find my real family and maybe…." I trail off, blushing and not knowing how to say it.

"Maybe what Miss Ida?"

"Be married with such love and positivity and maybe have children."

A small breeze gently pulls off the blanket from my shoulder closer to him. I immediately blush in embarrassment. Father taught me that I should not show skin to anyone, especially to men that I am not married to. Now James see my arm and a part of my shoulder under the strap of my nightgown.

"My apologizes James," I quickly cover myself.

"It's alright Miss Ida," he chuckles a little, "umm Miss Ida?"

"Yes James?"

"For my promotion, I would like for you to be my guest of honor."

"What does the guest of honor do?" I asked, a little confused.

"You will be the most important person at the ceremony under the promotion. We will arrive to the ceremony together. When my promotion goes, you stand near me closer than the other guests."

I smile warmly to him. "I will love to be your guest of honor," I answered.

"Oh Miss Ida," he smiles, taking my hand to kiss it repeatedly.

My smile continues to stare at the affection he gives me.