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Okay, I'm sorry it took me so long to post! I've had a bunch of tests to do and other school events that left me too tired to do anything by the time I got home.

I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, Disney does. I only own the characters that weren't in the movies. You know, the ones I made up. Anyway.

James sat at the head of the table, Sarah to his right and Samuel to his left. Misty sat to Sarah's right and Theodore sat to Samuel's left. All said beings had a plate of food infront of them that contained ham, bread and vegetables. There weren't very many conversations going on, for said people were filling their stomachs. There were occasional questions, mostly from Sarah or Samuel directed at either James or Misty.

Speaking of Misty, she wasn't really eating her meal. She had cut up her ham, yes, and she had eaten a few bites of bread and even eaten some of the vegetables. Other than that, she was just moving her food around on her plate.

Her strange behavior drew Theodore's attention, and he was growing quite worried. She hadn't eaten much in the last two days, this he knew. Her eyes were a bit bloodshot, but so were James's and quite possibly his own eyes as well. He tried drawing her attention. When constantly glancing over at her didn't work, he slid his right foot forward until it made contact with her left foot.

She slowly looked up, first dragging her gaze from her plate, across the table, then slowly up his upper-half until she met his steady gaze. Once she met his eyes he slightly nodded to her no-where-near-clean plate, and mouthed the words, "Are you alright?"

She offered him a weak smile and slightly nodded "yes", then mouthed, "Tired." When the worry didn't leave his eyes she tried gently rubbing her left foot up and down his right leg, then without stopping, looked back to her plate and ate a bite or two of ham, took a very small sip of wine, then went back to moving her food around on her plate.

"Do you not like the food?" Sarah asked.

Misty looked up, back to her plate, then quickly back to Sarah. "No, no, the food is fine. I'm just...incredibly tired." She looked to Theodore. "Nothing to worry about." She still hadn't stopped moving her foot along his leg.

"Perhaps you should go on to bed. I'm sure you're exhausted after your adventure." Sarah offered, a soft smile pulling at her lips.

"Perhaps I should." She responded softly.

Before she had even moved to scoot her chair back Theodore was behind her, doing it for her. Once he helped her to her feet she took his arm, allowing him to escort her from the dinner table. As the couple exited, James and Sarah could hear him asking her if she was alright, or if she was in pain.

James sighed and looked down at his nearly clean plate, reaching for his fork in the process. As he reached for his fork Sarah reached for his wrist, gently grasping it in her small hand. When he looked to her, he saw concern written on her features.

"What exactly...did they do to her? How did she get that mark on the side of her face?" She asked softly.

He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it remembering Samuel was still at the table. He looked down at his son, who softly asked,

"Did they hurt her, father? What did they do?" He sounded almost timid.

"They did hurt her, Samuel. What they did was very un-gentlemen-like and cruel." He responded softly.

"Did they bash her around, father?"

He nodded. "They did."

"Who was the man that just led her away?"

He smiled at this question. "Her husband, Theodore Groves."

Samuel furrowed his brows. "Husband?"

James nodded.

"Oh." With that, he turned back to his meal.

James and Sarah looked to each other, their hands now joined atop the table. They both furrowed their brows then smiled.

"Are you sure you're alright? Can I get you some warm tea, or anything?" Theodore questioned once he had helped his wife to sit down on the bed.

"I'm fine, Theodore. I'm just in need of sleep." She responded softly to her husband's fussing.

He sat down to her right and brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face with his left hand, tucking the strand behind her right ear. He let his hand slide down her back and rest on her hip. Upon feeling his hand make contact with her hip she sat up straight, hissing as she sucked air through her teeth.

He quickly pulled his hand away and looked down at her. Her cheeks were flushed and her right hand gripped his knee. He furrowed his brows and stood.

"Lay down, I need to check something." He ordered.

She nodded and allowed him to assist her in laying on her right side. When he was sure she was comfortable, he lifted her shirt a little ways and pulled the hem of her breeches down until he could see the bandages covering her wound. After removing the bandages, he could finally see the tender skin. It was swollen and puffy, slightly bleeding as well.

"Stay here." He ordered softly. "I'm going to find a rag, or, something to clean your wound."

"Look in the privy. Down the hall to the left, near the guest room." She offered.

With a nod he was off.

She sighed, laying there with her wounded hip exposed. It mustn't have been too bad, for Theodore had remained calm and didn't seem in a hurry when he left. She never had gotten a good look at it. She propped herself up on her elbow and turned her head enough to see the wound.

It didn't look as bad as she thought. It did alarm her that it was so swollen and puffy, however. She could see where the blade had entered and exited her hip, shattering a small piece of her hip-bone. It was also a bit purple-ish and deep red. She went to touch around the area, quickly drawing her hand back at the sharp pain upon contact. She sighed again.

"Here we are." Theodore said as he entered the room, rags and bandages in hand. "I found some bandages as well when I dug around a little. I hope Mrs. Norrington won't mind." He mumbled.

She smiled at him. "No, she won't mind at all."

He walked to her bedside and laid the bandages and rags on the nightstand, then grabbed the wash basin from the table near the wardrobe after filling it with fresh water. Once he had all the supplies he needed within his reach, he began working. Misty closed her eyes tightly and hissed when the wet rag first made contact with her skin.

"Easy," He soothed.

In a few minutes he was done cleaning, and assisted her in standing so he could wrap the bandages across her hip and around her waist. Misty did take note that he was taking his time as he wrapped the strips of cloth around her, his hands briefly dragging across the soft skin of her back and belly.

She smirked. "So, why don't we engage in what we were doing aboard the ship before Gillett interrupted?"

He looked down at her in brief confusion. She smiled up at him, gently stroking his cheek with a single finger before briefly kissing the right corner of his mouth. He smiled and nodded.

"Yes, I would like that." He responded moments before claiming her lips.

"Time for bed, Samuel." James said softly before yawning.

Sarah chuckled. "Looks like bedtime for both of you."

They were sitting in James's study, infront of the fire. James and Sarah sat on the couch infront of the hearth, Samuel sat on the floor warming himself infront of the fire as well.

"But I don't want to go to bed." He whined. "Not until Misty reads me a story."

"Misty's probably already asleep, sweet." Sarah said as she lifted Samuel into her lap.

"No she's not." He argued. "She usually stays up late, reading or something."

"How do you know that?" James questioned.

"Because she's usually still awake late at night when I get up to get a drink of water. I can see the candle light from the crack beneath her door. I usually go in and say goodnight." He stated, trying to stifle a yawn and failing.

James furrowed his brows. "What does she usually say?"

"She puts her book down, gets up and asks me what I'm doing up so late. When I tell her I went for a treat or water, she takes me to my room, tucks me in, then says goodnight. But when I go to bed at my normal bedtime, she reads me a story to help me go to sleep." He replied rubbing his eyes. "She's not asleep, she's spending time with that man."

James brushed the hair out of Samuel's face before saying, "No, Samuel. You saw how tired she was at dinner. She's asleep." He paused. "You know now you won't be able to stop by her room after you've gotten water."

"Why?"

"She's married now." Sarah chipped in. "She'll share a room with him, she won't be alone anymore."

"I don't like him." He whispered to his mother.

"Why don't you like him, Samuel?" James asked.

"Because, now Misty's only going to want to spend time with him instead of me." He pouted.

James offered his son a soft smile. "Samuel, she's supposed to spend time with him. She'll still spend time with you, she just needs to be with her husband now. She needs him."

"Why?" He pouted again. "Why can't she need me instead? He's going to steal her from me!" He cried.

With that, Samuel jumped down off his mother's lap before any parent could say anything and dashed out of the room. James looked to his wife in surprise.

"I didn't think this would happen." He said amused.

She sighed. "Misty's become his best friend, of course he's going to be a little upset. Poor boy, he'll have to get used to it."

"I better go find him before he wakes everyone." He mumbled. "Go on to bed, I'll handle it." He said tiredly.

She smiled. "James?"

"Hmm?" He said as he got up.

"Be gentle with him."

"Don't worry." He said before kissing her forehead.

He exited his study, going in the direction he thought Samuel had gone; which was up the stairs. Tiredly trudging up the stairs, he walked with his shoulders slumped out of exhaustion. Upon passing Misty's room, he did notice candle light coming from the crack beneath the door. He paused, listening for any sound of someone awake. Hearing nothing, he walked on until he reached Samuel's room.

There he was. Samuel sat on his bed clutching a small navy blue book to his chest, his eyes puffy from the few tears he shed on the way to his room. Sighing, James entered the room and closed the door behind him. Samuel looked up at his father then quickly looked back down at the floor, hugging the book tighter to him.

James took a seat to Samuel's right and rested his large left hand on his son's back. "What are you hugging?" He asked softly.

"This is the story book she reads to me." He replied in a slightly broken voice. "Why does she need him?"

James sighed and started to rub Sam's back. "Because...because she's been hurt in the past. Before the pirates hurt her, she was hurt by someone she thought loved her. Her father also didn't love her."

At this Samuel looked up at James. "Her own father didn't love her?"

James shook his head. "No Samuel, he didn't. So now, she needs Theodore."

"Why?" He asked innocently.

"Because they love each other. She needs him to be with her most the time, to fix the broken pieces of her heart."

"Most of the time? Can I spend time with her when Theodore isn't with her?" He asked hopefully.

James chuckled. "You'll have to talk to Misty. She won't be with him all the time, you know? She'll spend time with all of us. Don't be so upset, alright?" He said softly with a smile.

Samuel nodded. "Will you read to me?" He asked, handing his father the book.

James took the book and looked at it. It was a book of sea tales, some he himself was familiar with. He turned back to his son.

"Only if you crawl under the covers and try to go to sleep as I read."

Samuel's face instantly lit up. "Alright!"

After Samuel was situated under the covers, James opened the book full of sea tales and began reading where Misty had left off...

Aww! The talk between Misty and Samuel should be interesting... What do you think? Please review! Thanks!