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"If you, if you could return, don't let it burn, don't let it fade.

I'm sure I'm not being rude, but it's just your attitude,
It's tearing me apart, It's ruining everything.

I swore, I swore I would be true, and honey, so did you.
So why were you holding her hand? Is that the way we stand?
Were you lying all the time? Was it just a game to you?

But I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.
Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to let it linger?

Oh, I thought the world of you.
I thought nothing could go wrong,
But I was wrong. I was wrong.
If you, if you could get by, trying not to lie,
Things wouldn't be so confused and I wouldn't feel so used,
But you always really knew, I just wanna be with you.

But I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.
Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to let it linger?

And I'm in so deep. You know I'm such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.
Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to let it linger?

You know I'm such a fool for you.
You got me wrapped around your finger, ah, ha, ha.
Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to, do you have to,
Do you have to let it linger?"
-The Cranberries, Linger

I knew not nor cared not what happened in the course of the next few days. I was watched over like a thief, as if I might jump overboard and end my life. I dinned with the lieutenants and Lord Beckett at dinner, blindly watching the chair James had sat in only days ago. I had not spoken since his death, even when the Comte proposed marriage. Lord Beckett had him conveniently shipped off somewhere after hearing the news.

I believe the only happiness I received was watching my stomach grow large than ever, my labor closer than before as the weeks dragged on. Inside was James child…his seed. It would be half of me and half of James…the combination of our love for one another in one being.

Yet, the small amount of joy I received was diminished when Lord Beckett resumed our meetings. I refused to speak with him, knowing that his treachery was more than I could have ever contemplated.

"You silence is most irritating." Lord Beckett sighed as he watched my downcast eyes studied my patterned dress.

"Lord Beckett! Miss. Swann is wishing for you to come and meet her…she has Jack Sparrow…"

The meeting ended as soon as it had started. I did not move because a large amount of pain seared through my womb. The pain was most intolerable, but I bit my lip from screaming in pain. The pain ended, but a headache was soon to come as Captain Jack Sparrow burst through the doors and caught site of me. I pinched my eyes shut and counted to three, praying he wouldn't be there when I opened my eyes. I peeked from behind my eyelids and he was still there grasping hold of a fan.

"Brennie…long time no see. Where is the Admiral Norrington?"

I dropped my head in thought of James' death. He arched an eyebrow and his jaw quivered in confusion. "So, Lord Beckett has finally gotten hold of you…I told Norrington he didn't deserve you."

"James is dead…" I whispered before Lord Beckett stalked in.

Sparrow apologized but I did not listen further on what they discussed. Last time Lord Beckett was making a deal, I had found my husband was alive somewhere…but this time there would be no way for him to come back. He died in my arms…his blood on my hands…

In an instant, a canon surged through the walls making me jump up. Lord Beckett pushed me out of the room and handed me to officers. They hurriedly marched me over to a plank that was connected to another ship. I was soon safely aboard The King George III, Lord Beckett following suit.

"Protect the Countess at all costs. She must not be taken or dead by the time I get back." Lord Beckett yelled as he grabbed more soldiers with him back onto the HMS Endeavour. The men grabbed hold of my arms and hauled me off into a less extravagant furnished office of Lord Beckett's. There, I waited for what seemed like years until two men came back through the door.

"Countess Norrington!"

A familiar face was soon recognized and I ran to the Duke of Rochester. "What's happening?"

The Duke bent his head down in shame and horror. It was then that I realized the ship was moving in a different direction. "Lord Beckett is…dead."

The words hit me hard, but they did not make me falter. The man who had risked everything to acquire me and power was dead. I shook my head in disbelief. It couldn't be…I was free?

"What are our orders, Countess?" The duke asked, his eyes searching mine.

A small smirk appeared upon my features. It wasn't a smile, but it was something of happiness I had not shown in such a long time.

"We sail for home…Set sail for Port Royal."

"Then?"

"Then you may go home to the King and tell him of our woe."

The Duke and his companion marched out of the room with a bow, a mission clearly stated on their faces. Glory comes with sacrifice…James did just that. And so did Lord Beckett. Now, it was my turn. I would give birth to my child and I vowed then that I would bestow upon it the lessons of my mistakes, troubles and his father's greatest works. I would give my entire life to this one small being in hopes that it would give me the glory that James gave me.

I left the room I had been confined in to see wood floating everywhere on top of the ocean. The entire fleet had retreated, but to me, more important things mattered than the shame of loosing. I gazed off into the distance where a ship was. I could just make out a woman standing on the railing, glaring at me. I nodded to her, knowing instantly of Miss. Swann's troubles. We both fought hard for the men we loved and in that way we were one.

I turned my back on her and faced the other horizon, heading for home.