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"No!" I screamed as James twirled around, clashing Beckett's sword with his own.
I watched with horror as Beckett and James dueled over one another. Two officers grabbed hold of my arms as I reached for a heavy object. I could not get free of their grip, so in terrible shock, I watched the man I loved and the man I hated duel each other. Clothes were ripped and torn, blood gushing on the floor, wigs flying, swords banging, ringing in my ears. I wiggled free from the men's grasps and ran in front of James, blocking Beckett's way. Lord Beckett took hold of me and pointed the sword at my stomach. "I will kill the baby if you do not move."
I shook my head, feeling stronger than I had in years. Beckett raised his sword just before a body moved in front of me. His arm dropped letting the sound of skin being pierced by metal strike my ears and James's body fell to the floor, a sword protruding from his chest.
I dropped to the floor beside him and cradled his head in my hands. My hand felt the wound, his blood covering it. I screamed and cried at him to open his eyes. An eyelid opened and I gasped in happiness.
"James! Oh, my dear James…" I whispered, leaning into his face.
His hand appeared at my face and stroked my cheek stained with tears. He moved his mouth to speak, but only a moan came through. He tried again, this time with more force.
"I love you…" He whispered.
I bent down and kissed his lips with all my might, savoring those last moments I had of him alive. His hand crashed limply on my stomach before I realized what fate had drawn for me. I screamed louder now, drawing the attention of the entire ship.
"James! James! You can't die on me, not again! I need you! Your child needs you!" To no avail, his limp body lay on the ground, his uniform soaked in blood.
I sobbed, my body shaking. My James, my husband, my friend, my lover, my everything was truly gone to me now.
I knew not how I stood or how I was escorted back to my rooms. All I knew was that my husband was dead and that Lord Beckett had succeeded in his predicament. James Norrington was no more…