Lord Beckett did not answer any of my questions except to admit that he was alive. I was in such a state of shock that I could not even see my plate at dinner. James knew that the Baron had become a close friend of mine, that his departure troubled me more than my parent's death. He had done nothing wrong! He only showed me a kindness no one had besides my husband. But this was not the worst to come…something much terrible was to happen to me and there was no way of stopping it.

It was one unfortunate day that my whole world would be shaken of all its securities.

"Dear, I must tell you something that is of deep secrecy." James rushed into my apartments and ran to me, grasping hold of my hands from a book I was reading. His face was darker than ever and his eyes clouded over with anxiety.

"James, what is it?" My face went into stress instantly.

My increasingly large stomach was brushed up against James's jacket, making him look down. He gently rubbed my stomach as he always did; finding it fascinating and loving it more and more as time grew on. He snapped his head back up and worriedly looked about. "I have set Miss. Swann and her crew free."

"You what?" I whispered in a lost voice.

"I have committed treason. I have set free a crew against the crown."

I began to breathe heavily and saw nothing but my stomach. "Surely…there is some mistake. How did this happen?"

"Miss. Swann thought I killed Governor Swann and therefore was locked up in a cell on The Flying Dutchman. I went to set her free and ran from it all myself. I have just come here to tell you. If something happens, know that I love you."

"James, you are mad. Nothing is going to happen. Lord Beckett won't notice because…Miss. Swann is insignificant to him." I mumbled, not believing my own words.

"The fact the Lord Beckett wants to make her his mistress is significant."

The words hit me harder than before. If he wished to marry me and lust after me, why want a mistress? I could not contemplate any further because of a rapping that came to the door.

"Admiral Norrington! Lord Beckett wishes to see you in his office at once!" A voice yelled to us from behind my door.

"James," I grabbed James's face in my hands forcing him to focus on me, "stay calm."

He nodded and left the room, a serene look plastered on his face.