Rebecca paced her room at least ten times, trying to get her mind to focus on the truth that Norrington was indeed dead. Yet there was evidence against this theory, including Carver's story when he said that he did not hear Norrington hit the water. She held her husband's letter in her hand as she paced, tapping it against her chest from time to time. She finally sat on the bed and let out a deep sigh, she was deeply confused and did not know what to believe. She suddenly heard a knock at the door, followed by a slight clash of thunder from the summer night storm, she went to her bedroom door and saw Groves standing there nervously.

"Elton, what's happened?" Rebecca asked

"It's Benjamin...his fever's gone up." Groves whispered.

Rebecca grabbed a lit candle, and wrapped herself in her nightrobe as the two wondered down the dark hallway. Groves quietly opened the bedroom door, the room was both dark and quiet with the expection of Carver letting out a slight mumur. Rebecca held the candle to Carver's face, his eyes were sore and red and he had this cold sweat beating down his brow, his shirt had been stripped off only to reveal a light blue chest.

"How long has he been like this?" Rebecca asked worryingly as she placed a cold cloth on Carver's forehead

"I don't know. I woke up and he was shaking, he had gone ice cold and then suddenly his eyes went sore and that was it." Groves briefly explained

"I...I remember." Carver whispered

"Benjamin, just sleep." Groves whispered

"I saw his face...I didn't do anything. Why...I laid there." Carver murmured in a feverish state.

"Whose face did you see?" Rebecca asked

"James...James..." Carver whispered

"James Norrington?" Rebecca asked to be sure, Carver could only nod

"I could only watch him...why didn't I save him? I saw him swimming...but I didn't save him." Carver moaned in between words

"Easy lad, easy." Groves said in a comforting tone as he took Carver's hand, Rebecca slowly backed out of the room

"I don't feel well at all, Elton." Carver said faintly

"Try to sleep. I'm going to find Mrs.Norrington, and then I'm finding you a surgeon." Groves explained as he placed another cloth on Carver, this time on his chest.

"I'll try." Carver coughed, he closed his eyes and tried to sleep

Groves kissed Carver's forehead and then raced from the room, he found Rebecca sitting at the top of the stairs wiping her eyes dry. Groves sat next to her and sighed, he took her hand.

"Mrs.Norrington, if I had any notion of what Benjamin had seen...I would've told you straightaway." Groves said sincerely

"He saw James drowning...How could he have forgotten that?" Rebecca asked

"Perhaps he had forgotten. He barely recongized me when we got back to Port Royal, he is just disoriented. Who knows? Maybe it's the fever that's done this." Groves remarked

"It can't be. Benjamin had told me prior to this terrible ordeal that he had a very keen ear and not once did he hear a single sound during your battle." Rebecca noted

"If there were any chance in hell that James was alive, I would not be here sitting on my ass." Groves said solemnly

"Elton, I did not mean to upset you so..." Rebecca said confusingly

"I must summon a surgeon. Carver needs it." Groves said in a low voice, he rose to his feet and dashed from the house

"Elton!" Rebecca cried, she raced after him grabbing him by the arm before he mounted his horse.

"Do you believe Carver?" Rebecca asked curiously

"...Yes. Above all, that's what I fear is true." Groves said as he mounted his horse

"Why would you fear it if Carver's story is true?" Rebecca asked

"Because...I have not seen my wife in several months. God forgive for being so foolish as to find him alone." Groves said half to himself and half to Rebecca.

"You wouldn't do that..."

"I would. I do not fear death." Groves said with a stone face

"Hurry with the surgeon." Rebecca mumbled

"Yah!" Groves kicked his horse in the sides and raced off into the stormy night

Meanwhile, Emily was sitting in the parlor and playing the piano or at least attempting it. She was anxious not only because thunder had this terrible tendency to frighten the young lady, but because Beckett had yet to return home. She suddenly heard the door open, she raced from the parlor and found Beckett standing at the doorway; a hood over his head and his body soaking wet. Emily smiled and hugged him, not ready to release him.

"Thank goodness you are home!" Emily sighed

"I had gotten caught in the storm. Why are you still awake? It's past supper." Beckett stated as he removed his cloak

"It is past yesterday. Where the bleating hell have you gone off to?" Emily asked

"I had a business meeting and I fear I left the foyer door open." Beckett said softly

"Thanks be praised for your safe return. Odd enough for a moment's time I thought you had set out to kill Elizabeth..." Emily said with a nervous smile

"Why would you even consider that?" Beckett asked, his back turned to his wife.

"I was only jesting, Cutler." Emily said suddenly

"Jesting..." Beckett repeated quietly

"Your cloak seems to be damped, and you must get yourself into bed. The sugeron reccomended that you rest, and you should follow his order." Emily said as she led Beckett to the stairs

"I love you." Beckett whispered as he kissed Emily's lips

"Go up to bed." Emily smiled

Beckett kissed Emily again and then wondered upstairs, Emily shrugged her shoulders and grabbed Beckett's robe so she could wash it out. There she saw it, a thick red blood stain soaking inside the cloak's fabric.

"Oh...Cutler." Emily said tearfully as she grasped the bloody cloak in her hands.

What does this mean? To be sure that Carver is telling the truth, and that Norrington is most likely alive. Yet, if he is...How far would Rebecca be willing to go to retrieve her husband? Also, how far is Emily willing to go before she see's who her husband truly is. Remember, tragedy comes late in life and when you least expect it.