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Sarah's Point of View

A clap of thunder and lightning combined shook the entire household. I opened my eyes with difficulty, for they were still heavy with sleep. I forced them open anyway, and without thinking, reached for my husband. I didn't feel the warmth of his body next to mine, but felt the cool, unoccupied mattress. Reality hit me then, and I was wide awake.

My husband is out hunting for pirates…trying to find our son. I pictured my son, my little being that seems to have endless energy. His laughter filled my head, and had I not been wide awake, I would have thought he was there in the room with me. My eyes stung…what if I never got to see him again? What if he was already dead?

No. I mustn't think like that. He's alive, and James is going to bring him back. I fear for Misty, though. I fear that her search is a lost cause. We've not heard any news of Theodore. Why, it had been a week or more when James told Misty the horrible news about him.

The distant cry of a baby caught my attention. It wasn't my baby's cry, though. It was Benjamin's cry. I sighed. He was probably wondering where his parents were. I carelessly tossed the covers off of me and got to my feet, my nightgown a bit awkward because one of the straps had come down off my shoulder. I straightened my nightgown and began searching for a robe. Once this was done, I made my way down the hall to Benjamin's room.

His cry was soft, but increased only a little when I opened the door. He was sitting up in his bassinet, his little hands gripping the edge. His eyes lit up with hope when I entered, but became shiny with fresh tears when he saw I wasn't his mother. He began to softly cry again. I walked to him and picked him up, holding him comfortingly against my chest.

"Shhhh, little one." I soothed quietly.

"Mummy." He mumbled softly as he continued to cry.

"I'm sorry little one, she'll be back soon."

His crying didn't lessen.

I sighed, and continued to hold him as I stroked his soft hair. I tried making shushing sounds and rocked him. He only continued crying. I walked to the window, where the rain was pattering in a soothing tempo. His crying became about a notch quieter, and I realized the rain must be calming him. I continued to rock him, and stayed by the window until he fell asleep in my arms.

With a smile, I quietly walked back to the bassinet and lay him down. He shifted on the small bed, then became still. I pulled his little blanket to his chest, and observed him for a bit. Once I was certain he was sound asleep, I exited the room. I then made my way to Carol's room, where I could hear her mumbling. When I entered, I found her sitting up in her crib as well.

"Mummy!" She called quietly.

I walked to her and picked her up.

"Father?" She called.

"Father will back." I soothed. "He'll be bringing your brother with him, I promise."

She only stared at me.

I walked over to the window, hoping the same trick would work with my daughter. Little by little, she began to relax more and more in my arms.

"He'll be back soon." I whispered.

Even after she had fallen asleep, I continued to stand by the window and look out at the storm-raged sea, hoping what I had told my daughter was the truth.

Misty's Point of View

I woke in a daze, hardly recognizing my surroundings. I was in James' cabin. But, I didn't recall falling asleep in his bed. I recall falling asleep in the corner, as far away from him as I could get. Our argument came to my mind, and I instantly felt regret, and sadness.

The James Norrington I knew wasn't the one I had argued with last night. The James Norrington I argued with wasn't my father at all. I was afraid of that James, and was slightly afraid to see him again. But, I didn't want to lay around in his bed all day, so I threw the covers off of myself and got to my feet. Upon getting up, a glimmer caught my eye. I looked to my right, and found a silver tray with food on it resting on the nightstand. With the food, there was a note with my name on it. I reached for the note and opened it.

Misty,

I apologize for my bluntness and temper last night. I was tired and bent on stress and worry, and I took it out on you. I was angry because I wanted you to stay with Sarah, so she wouldn't work herself into worried sickness. Though, from the last time you disobeyed my orders, I should have known you'd be determined enough to come look for Theodore. I hope you'll forgive me and accept the food as a peace offering.

Sincerely,

James

I set the note down with a smile. That's the James I know. Calm, collected, kind. I knew then he had reason to yell at me, and I held nothing against him for it. I wasn't afraid anymore. I began to eat the light breakfast, which consisted of toast, ham, bacon, and a glass of water. When I finished all of this, I checked my attire; black breeches, and a grey long-sleeved shirt.

I furrowed my brows. Hadn't I been wearing black leather boots, a sword and a pistol? I looked about the room, and found said items atop of James' sea chest at the foot of his bed. I smiled. James must have taken it upon himself to make me comfortable before he allowed me to sleep in his own bed. I walked to the sea chest and pulled on my boots, then strapped on my sword. I then took the small pistol and tucked it in the front of my belt, making sure it wasn't cocked and ready to fire before I did so. Looking around the room, I found James' comb and a few spare ribbons. I brushed my hair, then tied it back in a low ponytail.

Now I was ready. I exited the cabin and scanned the deck, looking for any sign of James. I found him at the helm, steering the ship; Gillet beside him, reading something to James out of a log book. Our eyes locked for a few moments, and he turned to Gillet. After they exchanged a few words, James stepped away from the wheel and Gillet took over. James made his way to me, his hands clasped behind his back, his stride slow as if he was pondering what to say to me. When he stopped, he was only half a foot from me.

We didn't speak for a few moments…we just stood and studied each other, waiting to see who would make the first move. I could tell he had a lot to say, and I could see in his eyes that he was trying to figure out how to word everything.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked.

I nodded. "Yes. Thank you for allowing me to sleep in your bed. But, where did you sleep?" I asked curiously.

"On the floor." He responded.

"James…you're going to be sore all day!" I scolded quietly.

"Its nothing I can't bear." He said softly.

I sighed, then silence ensued. Uncomfortable silence, I might add. I looked up into his eyes, and found he was still contemplating what to say.

I sighed again. "You don't have to be formal, or proper. We're family. If you have something to say, just tell me what it is." I told him gently.

He nodded, and motioned for me to walk with him with a simple wave of his hand. I didn't say anything, only followed. He took me to the port side, and stared at the sea as he clasped his hands behind his back.

"Are we still angry with each other?" He asked, not taking his eyes from the horizon.

I looked out at the horizon as well, finding it very overcast.

"No. I've no reason to be angry with you. I deserved every bit of treatment you gave me last night."

"I was being rash." He stated.

"I abandoned my son, James!" I hissed. "I left him in your wife's care without a 'I'm going to find my husband!' I left him to look for someone who may not be alive anymore." I finished quietly, staring hard at the waves lapping against the ship.

I saw him turn and look at me from the corner of my eye. "You're not the only one searching for someone who may not be alive." He hissed. "You're not the only one feeling pain every waking moment!"

I turned and looked up into his eyes again. "Samuel's not dead. If the pirates that took him truly wanted revenge on you, they would kill him right before you. Your boy is still alive."

His gaze dropped from me to the deck at the mention of his son being killed in his presence.

I sighed softly and placed my left index finger beneath his chin, and forced him to look at me. I offered him a gentle smile.

"We'll find him and bring him back alive, I have complete faith in you. Come along now, smile! You look lovelier when you do, Father." I tapped the bottom of his chin twice, before I allowed my hand to fall at my side.

I was rewarded with a small smile. "It would appear we've reached a truce?" He asked.

I chuckled. "So it would seem."

He pat my cheek and started to walk away, when a marine rushed to him.

"Sir, there's a storm fast approaching at the rear." He rushed.

Instinctively, James looked up at the sky. Like I said earlier, it was quite overcast. But behind us, the clouds were nearly black. James' eyes grew, dark, and his face went completely serious.

"All hands to lifelines! I want everyone secured to their lifeline!" He yelled.

It began to rain as sailors ran to their positions.

James turned to me, and grasped my shoulders. "Shield yourself in my cabin." He said sternly.

I shook my head. "Father…"

"Just do it, please! Do this for me!" He demanded.

Reluctantly, I did as ordered. He closed the door behind me, and I heard his footsteps running from the cabin. I made my way to a corner, away from the windows and curled up on the floor with a blanket. I laid and listened as the thunder grew louder, felt the ship rock more and more violently beneath me. I then heard yelling and screaming, and couldn't take it any longer.

I threw the blanket from atop me, and struggled to my feet as the ship swayed. I threw open the cabin door and watched as the chaos unfolded before me. Sailors were being tossed all over the deck, their lifelines the only thing keeping them from being thrown overboard and lost in the violent black abyss.

The rain was coming down hard, like small pebbles were being thrown at us. I searched vainly through the sheet of rain, looking for any sign of James. I had to squint to be able to see the faces of the sailors, and I finally found James at the helm, fighting the waves with all his mite. He threw his weight against the wheel, trying in vain to turn it. One of his hands slipped, causing the wheel to spin wildly. Before he could even think to move out of the way, one of the handles on the wheel caught James across the mouth and caused him to lose his footing. He was slammed against the mizzen mast, then he fell limply to the deck.

Without thinking, I rushed from the doorway of his cabin, wanting to see if he was alright. The deck was slipperier than I thought, and I lost my footing as well. I landed firmly on my belly, and struck my chin so hard on the deck I could see different colored dots flashing before my eyes. I didn't care. I just wanted to get to my father. I gathered myself up with difficulty and made my way across the deck on my hands and knees. Once I made my way to the quarter deck, I found that James was leaned up against the mizzen mast, trying to control his pain so he could get up and resume steering.

He shakily got to his feet and grasped the wheel at the same time I did. I had grasped it a bit lower than he did, and I was able to move myself in front of him. With our strength combined, and Gillett's, whenever he had shown up, we were able to get the ship on the right coarse again.

"What are you doing?! I told you to stay in my cabin!" James yelled over the rain and wind, a bit of blood running down his chin from the right corner of his mouth from where the wheel had hit him.

"You should know by now…when my family is in danger…I'm not going to follow any orders!" I yelled back.

"Gillett!" James hollered.

"Sir?!"

"Fetch Misty a lifeline!"

"Aye, sir!"

I stayed in front of James and grasped the wheel with everything I had, trying to stay on my feet. James, somehow, managed to grip the wheel with one hand, and keep his other arm around my waist to protect me from the violence of the storm. When Gillett returned, he tied a lifeline around my waist and braced himself against the railing in front of the wheel.

"Sir, we need to make port!" Gillett urged.

"We can sail through it!" James shot back.

"I know I don't have permission to speak freely, sir, but I know you remember what happened the last time we tried to sail through a storm!"

James didn't say anything for a while, as though he was recalling something, and trying to come to a decision.

"We'll dock at the nearest port!" He finally said.

"Hey boy, wake up!" A gruff voice shouted.

I nearly jumped to my feet in alarm, the voice was so loud. I looked up at the door to my cell, and found Jake, the same man that had fetched me yesterday, standing there.

"Come on!" He shouted louder. "The captain requests your presence in his cabin, now!"

I got to my feet the same time he opened the door. He reached in, jerked me out, then slammed the door shut as he, once again, drug me up the stairs. The only difference, though, was that I wasn't putting up a fuss. I was drug across the deck to the captain's cabin, where we entered with a little less…animation.

"The shark bait you ordered." Jake grumbled as he tossed me into the room.

A few men chuckled as I picked myself up off the floor. Captain Hall was sitting at the head of the table that was full of food. A few trusted members of his crew were dining with him, and I guessed that the half-devoured plate of food was where Jake had been sitting. He scowled at me before he resumed his seat near the head of the table.

Captain Hall looked at me. "Under the table."

I furrowed my brows. "Sir?"

"You heard me, under the table." He growled.

Still confused but not wanting to be yelled at, I crawled under the table.

"Come toward me, boy." I heard the captain order.

I crawled on my hands and knees, until I reached his boots. He handed me a rag, and a bit of polish.

"My boots are in bad need of cleanin', boy. Get to work." He demanded.

With a sigh, I opened up the bottle of polish and poured some onto the rag, then began to rub even coats of it onto the captain's boots. Gosh, that food sure smelled good on the table above me. My stomach was growling to make matters worse. I shook my head and tried to push my hunger aside, pushing just a bit of my weight into cleaning the boots before me.

Was that…chicken I smelled? Fresh bread…ham…Now my mouth was beginning to water. Maybe…if I could just grab a small piece of food, perhaps it would be enough to keep my thoughts from wandering to the fact I haven't eaten since yesterday morning. Little by little, I stopped rubbing the polish on the captain's boots, then began to crawl to the end of the table, away from the end with the people.

I didn't know how to get my food, though. If I just stood, they would catch me. Perhaps if I just reached up and felt around…I stuck my hand up and gripped the edge of the table, then slowly moved my fingers onto the top surface. I slowly felt and moved my hand, trying not make any noise. My fingers came in contact with a plate. I didn't care what was on it, I only grabbed and brought whatever it was back down under the table.

It was a slice of fresh bread. I smiled at my success, though it was small. It was food, I didn't care. I ripped away at the crust and crammed it in my mouth first. I then began tearing off smaller pieces. I was nearly done, when someone grabbed me by the left wrist and jerked me out from beneath the table.

"Look what we have here!"

It was Jake who had grabbed me.

"It appears that our shark bait is a little thief! Stealing bread, aye?" He stood and held me up a bit higher in the air.

"Maybe if you had fed me last night, I wouldn't be so hungry now!" I snapped.

His hand swiped across my face, and I was tossed against the wall. I barely registered heavy footsteps coming near me, my head was throbbing so badly.

"You'll be thankful for what you get!" He shouted. He then turned to the captain. "Orders, sir?"

"I don't care. Just see to it I don't find him dead…we could bargain with him if the admiral comes for him." He grumbled.

Jake turned back to me, a grin on his face. "You'll learn your place, Mr. Norrington." He said a bit too happily for my liking.

He grabbed me by the wrist again, and drug me out of the cabin. He scanned the deck for a few moments, before he shouted at one of the men.

"You, sailor! Bring me some irons and a whip."

Uh oh! So, James and Misty are being held back in a storm, the children are really missing their parents, and Samuel's about to learn his place. Tell me what you think! Please review! Thanks!