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Bad news, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow luv!

Thinking she could avoid breakfast with the Governor and his daughter, Cassie reminded the Commodore of his promise to let her see Sparrow, who remained locked in the Fort.

"Alright, I will inform Governor Swann that you will not be joining us," James smiled. She thanked him- gratefully- and vanished through the door quickly. At least he didn't have to explain to Weatherby how Miss Damour and he had gotten betrothed in such a short space of time. He just hoped his aunt didn't bring up the 'wedding'…

"Jack," The feminine voice repeated, echoing through the white space that surrounded him. He looked up, totally lost in the white world, feeling lonesome and trapped. The only thing there was the voice and, slowly fading, a ghostly image of Cassie.

She smiled down to him, something that vexed him endlessly. He felt her presence close in this dream world hovering above where he lay, closing in on him slowly. Just as their lips met, the image of Cassie broke into grains and sparkled around him, leaving a trail of dust in their wake. She was replaced by the haunting figure of Davy Jones, glaring at him. Jones drew his sword, quickening his pace towards Sparrow.

"Forbidden!" Davy bellowed, raising his weapon above his head and bringing it down towards Jack's heart.

Jack jumped from his nightmare screaming, his eyes shot open. Cold sweat lined his brow as he quivered in fear.

"Just a dream…just a bloody scary dream!" He muttered.

"Jack?" He jumped again, letting a small yell out of shock escape. He turned his head quickly to the door of the cell, where Damour had knelt down, holding on to the cold metal bars. Sparrow relaxed and crawled over.

"Jack, are you alright?" She asked, concerned with his sudden jumpy behaviour.

"Aye, luv, I…" He trailed off; her deep eyes reminded him of his dream, of Davy Jones, of her father. He shook his head.

Why was he acting so….weird? Cassie couldn't tell, but she made a mental note to find out later.

"Enjoying the 'igh life, I see?" Jack grinned. Ah, there's the normal Captain Jack. She shook her head, smiling.

"No actually…" He cocked his head to the side.

"Norrington's aunt and cousin arrived yesterday, apparently the Commodore had to ' keep up to her standards'," Pause.

"And?"

"Aunt Lillianna now knows me as Cassie Norrington," She whispered through the bars. The grin fell from his lips. He then fell to the hard floor in a fit of laughter arousing the attention of the guard patrolling the cells.

"It's not funny!" Cassie couldn't help but grin to try and hold back laughing herself silly like Jack.

Minutes past and turned into an hour. She found herself talking most of the time, since Jack had only sat in the cell since he washed up in Port Royal.

She found herself praying for one question not to be asked but- against this wish- she guessed Jack was desperate to know.

"Any news on what Norri has planned for me?" He was calm and it was shocking- he must have had some idea? She knew he probably expecting what she was going to say next. All signs of happiness left her face.

"He…he said you…were going to the hangman's noose…next week," She stuttered as the words catched in her throat. He sighed.

"I'm sorry Jack."

"No, he does what's right by him. Can't expect more than that…" She cursed herself for the look of sudden sadness in his eyes.

"If there was anything I could do to get you out of it I would but-"

"Shh." He silenced her by putting a finger to her lips through the bars. "Bad news, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow luv…" A spark lit up in his eyes.

"An' also, being said Captain Sparrow – known through tales of escaping said death- I do happen to 'ave a plan!" He ran through his escape plan with her he had thought up the night prior.

The Governor and his daughter, Elizabeth, sat at the large table. Weatherby was in deep conversation with Lillianna, often throwing looks between his daughter and Christopher. On one occasion, Christen rolled his eyes. His mother would tell him endlessly that he needed to find a woman to settle and start a family with- now she was brainwashing Weatherby Swann into the idea also.

James kept quiet, twirling his thumbs and staring around the room. It seemed the younger persons in the room were bored out of their minds.

Elizabeth couldn't stand it any longer. She rose from her chair, straightening her dress. She cleared her throat to gain her father's attention.

"I will be out side, it was nice meeting you Mrs Russell, Master Russell," She left without another word, not even from Aunt Lillianna.

"As will I," James and Christen stated in unison. They looked at each other, and smiled. Rising from his chair the younger male left the room, closely followed by Norrington.

They both stood outside with no sign of Elizabeth- true to the Commodore's guess she was visiting her best friend William Turner.

"Why does your wife's presence not stand with us?" Christen grinned to himself, James had yet to find out that he knew they were not together.

"Oh, she…went to go and…visit a close friend…" Ok, it wasn't a complete lie- yet it wasn't the complete truth. They both had something to hide from each other. Russell nodded, barley containing his devilish grin.

Cassie had sneaked back into the estate hours ago, now it was late afternoon, almost evening.

An open letter lay on the table in the dining room. Lillianna sniffled, bringing a wrinkled hand up to shield her eyes. The contents of the letter played with her emotions; no doubt it would have a bigger impact on her son.

"Mum," She inhaled quickly, spinning on her heel to find her son staring at her with concern and curiosity. She took the letter into her hand and stepped towards her son.

"I'm sorry…" She whispered, handing him the paper before taking her leave.

Christen turned his attention to the letter after his mother had left the room to retreat to her own.

The dear friend of Tyler Cooper

Christopher, it saddens me to write to you about Tyler's sudden passing. You knew he was sick, you both did, and we all did. After you left for Port Royal, things only begun to get worse.The world began to spin around him as he read on. Tyler was his best friend- had been since he was five. Yes he knew he was sick Oh Ty…why didn't you tell me?!

It was unexpected to you, yes, but he had been put out of his pain.

Please, Christen, please do not do anything rash or blame yourself for his death. He told us that he will watch over you, since he knew it was his time.

He will be there for you, my friend.

We are sorry; the good Lord will protect him.

Priest Julius, your friend.

I should have stayed with him…Christopher stormed to his room; hot tears flowed from his eyes in heavy waterfalls.

He's Gone! His mind cried. He sunk into the bed, pressing the pillow to his face, muffling the heartily sobs escaping from the young man.

Cassie furrowed her brow at the door, hearing banging and the loud cries from the room next to hers. She rushed out on to the landing then into Christen's room. He lay sprawled out on the bed, his head buried in the pillow. She ran to the bed, taking hold of his trembling shoulders.

"He's dead!" Russell cried. He repeated this again as Damour sat next to him. She brought him gently to her shoulder, stroking his sandy-blonde hair.

"Shh, Christen." She cooed softly. Cassie noticed the letter and lifted it to her eyes. She couldn't help but to let tears flow to her eyes. Her heart suddenly became heavy, his feeling of pain and loss merging into her aura. He cried into her dress as she held him close, letting the sadness escape in tears…

The sunset sent the water below into a pink-peach mix, sparkling under the orange orb that was the falling sun. Christopher Russell sat on the edge of the grassy cliff, his usually flashing blue eyes drained of emotion. The paper that informed him of his closest friend's death was clutched tightly in his hand, crumpled up. Cassie sat near him for comfort.

"He always said he was going to sail the ocean with pirates," He muttered.

"Were you going to go with him?"

"I would find a way; mother never would allow it…"

"There'll be other opportunities I'm sure," She reassured him.

"Have you ever sailed on a ship?" Oh I have Christen, in fact, I'm a pirate! She couldn't lie to him.

"Yes…and I hope to again…"

I'm hoping to get this finished before I get dumped in projects at school so- after this- there are probably going to be three chapters to go, that and I'm losing insperation and I know how it's going to finish! R&R!