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Chapter 12

The Falcon wasn't a patch on The Pearl. It was smaller by far and it evidently didn't have as much care from its captain like The Pearl got from Dad.

"This will be your room for tonight until I can get my cabin sorted for the both of us" Cedric informed me as we stepped into a cabin.

Our cabin. So even though I'm married, have a child of my own and have no intention whatsoever of marrying Cedric, the bastard still expects me to share a cabin with him and once we make port his mother is going to provide me with dresses!

"How long will it take to get to St. Thomas on this ship?" I asked, The Black Pearl was the fastest ship in the Caribbean so if they could get there before us it might make things a bit easier, they'd have time to plan then…while I'm stuck with wedding plans to a man I hate and I have a husband already.

"Three days" Cedric replied cheerfully, I think he thinks I am beginning to get excited about this.

"Oh" I replied and stepped into the cabin and shut the door behind me, leaving Cedric stood on the outside.

The cabin was ok I suppose. It had brown mahogany walls and the same floor, which was to be expected since this is a ship. And it had one large window on the wall. The floor was bare apart from one rug underneath a deck and a chair. There was an armchair in the corner next to the bed and a closet was in the opposite corner.

I walked over to the armchair and collapsed into it, sighing heavily as I thought over the predicament I had gotten myself into. Oliver and father had better come after me or I will escape and hunt them down, and they won't be getting a warm welcome. I thought of Charlie who would have been let out of the hiding place to discover her mother had left. Elizabeth would probably take Charlotte under her wing until I returned.

The more I thought about the situation, the more I felt sick and began to tremble with anger. How dare that snooty manipulative bastard force me off my home and onto this boat so that he could take me to St. Thomas to marry me. I can't believe it! Isn't it enough that poor little Jack's cursed?

Out of fear, bitterness and rage I did the one thing I hadn't done in a long time. I cried. I cried for my husband, for my Charlie, for my unborn child and for myself, praying that I would find a way home eventually.

I hate my mother. I'm glad she gave me away, I hate her for what she's done to me! And what the hell is up with Cedric! I'm a bloody pirate, a scallywag, what does he want to marry me for? Why hasn't he found a willing upper class woman to marry yet? Someone who will hang onto his every word, who will happily wear fancy dresses and corsets and go to posh diner parties. Why the hell did he have to follow this stupid betrothed rubbish and save himself for me, for a pirate bride!

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I was still sitting in 'my' chair, sulking, when there was a knock of the door. I wiped my eyes and went to the door. Taking a deep breathe I slowly opened it and looked around, finding a rather timid looking member of Cedric's crew standing on the opposite side of the door.

"Yes?" I asked in my sternest voice, I think it would have worked better if my voice wasn't still shaky and hoarse from crying. I dread to think what state my face is in.

"Uh…s'cuse me miss…uh…the captain would like you to join him for dinner tonight, he requests you wear this instead of your usual…uh...attire" the shy looking crew member said.

I looked down to find that he was holding a dress. it was a jade coloured green with faded yellow flowers sewn onto it, it reminded me of the ones I have back in my cabin that I use for disguises on land.

Disguises. That's all dresses are to me, a way of not being recognised, well I'm sorry but I want to be recognised and I want to be feared, that way no one will bug me on the rest of this journey.

"What be your name?" I asked

"Johnson, Peter Johnson" the man said quickly and quietly.

"Do ye know who I am?" I enquired

"Yes" Peter said abruptly, "Lily Sparrow" he said

"Aye, that be me, now tell me Peter, are you afraid of me?" I asked, wanting to pry but also wanting to have a little 'fun' with the fellow before I sent him on his merry way.

"aye, aye miss, your stories are well known on this ship and many ports, daughter of Jack Sparrow, have many a men running at the sight of your corset, can throw a dagger into a mans head from ten feet away…" Peter said, almost easing up at the conversation.

"Aye that's right, I could kill you where you stand with my bare hands," Peter looked up at me fearfully, his eyes wide open and I could tell he was resisting the urge to run and fling himself over the rail. "But I wont, I like you, unless you're going to insist on me wearing that dress. Ok Peter I have a message that I want you to deliver back to your captain immediately" Peter eased up at my words and started to listen carefully at what I was about to tell him.

I continued, "I want you to tell him that I will not be wearing any dresses aboard this ship and that if he wants to ask his future wife to dinner then he should come and have the courtesy to do it himself, tell him I will expecting to find him on the opposite side of this door soon, otherwise I will refuse to do what he says for the rest of the trip and maybe longer" I said in my coldest voice. Peter simply nodded and opened his mouth to speak, and then he shut it again.

"What is it?" I asked

"The captain isn't going to be pleased about this" Peter said meekly. I almost laughed in his face but had to settle for a small sympathetic smile.

"Of course he isn't, that's the whole idea, if he does anything to you come and let me know and I'll pull out my dagger" I said with a small chuckle. Peter gave me a nervous laugh in reply before nodding politely and heading back, presumably, to Cedric's cabin.

I shut the door and threw the dress across the room in a sudden bolt of fury. My breathing grew faster and my eyes welled up with angry and upset tears.

Before I knew what I was doing I ran across the room, tipping up the chairs and throwing various books and bits of paper across the room, occasionally tearing a few of them, not caring what they were for. I thrust open the drawers on the desk and tipped them upside down, throwing the empty drawers across the room carelessly when I had done with them and threw myself onto the bed, landing on my front with my head landing on the pillow. I sobbed loudly into my pillow in both frustration and discontent, banging on the bed with clenched fists and kicking out like a child.

I led on the bed for a further couple of minutes until I heard a knock on the door, guessing it was Peter I got up and walked across the room, opening the door.

"Oh, its you" I said in disgust as Cedric barged his way into the room. He stood next to the desk, studying the room in disbelief.

"Amazing" he said simply, shaking his head slightly.

"What?" I asked, confused at his reaction.

"It's amazing what five minutes of fury can do to a cabin" Cedric replied.

"You're not mad?" I asked, half hoping he would be.

"No" Cedric said, "I suppose it was to be expected, since it is in your nature to get angry quickly and tear things up, your mother used to be the same way"

I stared at Cedric, not knowing what to say how could he talk of my mother like that when I have nothing of her but a middle name? Yes, she did give me away to a crew of pirates, not that I mind of course but still I suppose it's natural to feel something over the matter? Cedric must have seen the look on my face because he evidently decided to explain more.

"your mother, Lucille, she used to get so wound up at parties and dances with all the men trying to get her to home with them that she often ended up hurting them or completely destroying the decorations or the food table, I'm surprised she was never arrested, shame really that she was murdered" He turned away from me, staring at the wall as if he was still upset about my mothers death.

"Murdered?" I asked, I guessed as much that she was dead, but murdered, how horrible!

"Yes, by her husband, he got jealous of all her admirers and stabbed her in blind rage, he was of course, hanged for his crime but Lucille was still sadly missed, the governor was never the same again" Cedric replied.

"You sure seem to know a lot of my mother; did you have a thing with her?" I asked half out of curiosity and half out of spite.

"No, no, nothing like that" Cedric said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Everyone knew a lot about Lucille, she was one of the most talked about people in St. Thomas, she often told anyone who would listen about herself, thrilled with anyone who asked and she was friends with my mother, which is where the whole betrothed thing came in in the first place, she was kind to me, helped me out when I needed a friend" I laughed in my mind, picturing a younger version of Cedric sitting alone while all the other kids played with each other.

I felt the need to say something to break the awkward silence that had formed. "You come here for a reason?" I asked, Cedric turned around and looked at me like I was stupid.

"Lily, you were making one hell of a noise, half the crew was outside the door listening, and then of course I had to come to show some courtesy to my future wife" Cedric replied.

"Its Mrs Watson-Sparrow to you Captain Bailey, I am already married in case you didn't notice" I retorted, holding up my left hand, showing Cedric my ring. "I only said that to Peter to get him to go and deliver my message, I take it you got it" I snapped, no one calls me Lily unless I like them or else they'll pay, but in my 'condition' I can't go round killing everyone that I hate until the baby is born.

"Of course, but I suggest to keep quiet about already being married when we get to St. Thomas, I don't think the priest will be too happy about that fact and yes I did get your message, you will come to dinner and you will be wearing that dress Mrs Watson-Sparrow" Cedric replied. With that he left the cabin, leaving me stood in the middle of the room, furious with that arrogant, self-absorbed bastard.

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