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I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, Disney does. I only own the characters who weren't in the movies. You know, the ones I made up. I also do not own Isabella or Alexander Swann, who belong to Vilofied.

We were both sitting in the sand, watching the sunset. Chrissy sat to my right, leaning back on her palms with her legs crossed in front of her. I sat with my legs drawn up close to my body, my arms crossed atop my knees.

She'd told me a lot in only a few hours, and I regret to say that I could only remember about two tenths of everything she told me. But I clung to and believed every word that passed her soft, pink lips. Though she didn't look at me while she told me of most of the things I'd done on the island, I could see her eyes sparkling as she remembered and told me of everything we'd done together. I only wish I could bring her happiness by remembering, though.

I sighed, and laid back in the sand.

Chrissy looked down at me, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Are you growing tired, Admiral?" She asked softly.

I nodded. "A bit. It takes a lot of mental energy trying to remember something you can't remember." I reached out, gently grasping her left hand. "I wish I could, for your sake. You seem so…upset." I said gently.

She smiled at me, softly. "It'll come back to you, James. The doctor said it would. Its just going to take some time." She assured.

I hope so. I thought, another sigh escaping my lips. We remained silent for a few moments, listening to the waves as I thought of some of the things she'd told me. "I really taught you how to dance in water?" I asked.

"Mhm." She nodded. "That was the very moment I knew I was in love with you."

"When did you figure out I loved you, as well?" I asked curiously.

She smiled. "When you first tried to kiss me, which was when we were getting out of the water. I actually got so nervous, at one point, that my knees buckled! You had to catch me!" She chuckled.

I chuckled as well, trying to picture the scene in my head.

"Well," She started, interrupting my thoughts. "Its getting late. They've probably long been worrying about us. Why don't we go back to the manor?"

I nodded. "I agree. It is getting late."

Without another word I got to my feet, and offered my hands to help Chrissy to hers. She placed her small hands in mine and I hoisted her from the ground with ease. She smiled at me and began to pat down my clothing, getting the sand off, and did the same for her in return.

Once we were certain the two of us looked clean and decent, we began the walk to the manor.

The manor was quiet and dim when we entered, and only the house servants walked about. One of the butlers walked up to us, though, and bowed at the waist. I nodded back, wondering what he wanted.

"Admiral Norrington," He said quietly, though cheerfully. "We've prepared a bath for you, if you would like to bathe now."

I looked to Chrissy, to see if she wanted anything else of me before we temporarily departed.

"Go on." She said softly, smiling slightly at me. "We can finish talking later."

I sat on the edge of my bed, my feet dangling not even an inch from the floor. For some reason, tonight, sleep couldn't find me. It was either very late at night, or very early in the morning, and I'd been laying in bed for hours. I finally gave up and decided to stay up for a while.

I began thinking about the new James. He seemed very innocent, and much more straight forward. In a way, he sort of reminded me of a child. Curious, eager to learn. I smiled, thinking of how over the last two weeks, he's mostly observed me from a distance. I like this James, but I'll be glad when his memory returns, and I'll have my real James back.

A soft knock on the door brought me back to reality, and I lightly pushed off of the mattress to get to my feet. I walked lightly to the door, despite my slouching and carelessness if I made any noise at all on the way there. I opened the door slowly, finding the maid I'd talked to a few minutes ago with a tray in her hands.

"The tea you wanted, miss. I hope it helps you to get some sleep." She said kindly.

I took the tray with a light smile, making sure I didn't spill any of its contents. "Thank you. I appreciate you doing this for me at this time of night."

She only curtseyed. "Not a problem, miss. Goodnight." She said, closing the door.

I listened to her footsteps fade more and more as she walked down the hallway, before I turned and walked to the nightstand, setting the tray atop it. I then poured myself a cup of tea, and sat and sipped it for a while. After a few moments, a thought came to me. I put my cup back and picked up the tray, balancing the contents perfectly as I walked back to the door. I opened it and padded quietly to my destination, and knocked lightly on that door.

I waited a few moments before I heard footsteps, and smiled lightly when the door opened, revealing a wide-awake James Norrington. His hair was mussed up, indicating that he'd been tossing and turning in bed as I had been, and his cream colored shirt and black breeches were wrinkled. His left arm was also rid of the cloth sling he'd been wearing earlier.

"Have you not been able to sleep either, James?" I asked quietly.

He shook his head. "No. I'm quite restless." He replied just as quietly. He looked down at the teapot and tray with furrowed brows.

"May I come in?" I whispered.

He looked up and met my eyes, holding my gaze for a few moments before he stepped aside. "Yes, you may."

I silently padded in and set the tray on his nightstand, and turned just as he finished closing the door. He turned slowly and studied me a few minutes more, before finally walking to me, stopping with a good foot or so between us. I don't know how long we stood studying each other, before a strand of hair fell down in my face. James reached out and stroked it back behind my ear, and allowed his fingers to linger on my left cheek before he turned his attention back to the teapot.

I followed his gaze, then walked to the nightstand and poured him a cup. I then turned and handed it to him, our fingers lingering before he took full grasp of it. He lifted it to his nose and sniffed, furrowing his brows in curiosity.

"It's herbal tea." I said. "I've been told that it helps one to relax. I drank some, then thought if you were awake, you could use a bit yourself."

He lifted the cup to his lips, keeping his eyes on me the entire time he drank in long, slow sips. He lowered the cup in satisfaction, a slight smile on his face. "Thank you." He whispered.

I smiled. "Not a problem. Do you mind if I sit?" I asked, motioning to his bed.

"Not at all. I was going to offer you a seat anyway."

I walked the few short steps to the bed and sat on the edge of it, and pat the spot to my left. "Sit with me, please."

He complied with my wishes, taking another long sip of tea after he sat down. After he drained the cup he set it aside, and turned his full attention to me. He stared at my face, and I stared at his. I could see in his eyes he was trying to remember some of the things I had told him. I was surprised when his eyes lit up.

"What is it?" I asked eagerly.

"I remember! I remember teaching you how to dance!" He whispered happily. He reached out and stroked my left cheek with the backs of his fingers, still studying me. "I only wish I could remember the moment I met you." He whispered.

I watched as his green eyes became both intrigued and curious as he stroked my face intently. I watched as different thoughts and emotions passed through his eyes as he traced the curves of my ear and then my jaw line, then the side of my neck.

It was then that he began to lean closer to me, and closer until our faces were only inches apart. He seemed to be hesitating, as though he was calculating the ups and downs if he kissed me. I leaned a bit closer, trying to give him encouragement. When he saw my action, he leaned in slowly and captured my lips in a tender kiss. I mentally smiled. He tasted of tea, as I'm certain I did. His lips were soft and his mouth warm and inviting, soothing away some of my worries.

He lifted his left hand, seemingly timid, before he allowed the backs of his fingers to stroke the delicate skin of my throat. I leaned into his kiss, encouraging him. Slowly, his fingers found the base of my neck, then my collarbone. I found even more delight when he coaxed his tongue into my mouth, which I greeted. I moaned against his lips, pressing myself into his arms. He held me close, but gently as he put more force into the kiss.

I found myself being pushed downward little by little, until I was finally on my back, James lightly pressed against me. He slowly broke away then, his chest rising and falling rapidly against mine as he tried to regain his breath. His eyes were foggy as they roamed my face and neck, and a small smile was tugging at his lips.

"I'm…I'm remembering!" He said through breaths. "When I saved you from the panther. Its coming back in pieces, but its coming back."

I smiled, and began to stroke his hair. "Tell me what you remember." I whispered, my excitement showing through.

"I…I remember kissing you, just before we began making our way back to…well…wherever it was we were headed. You stopped as we were walking, listening for something. Shortly after, the panther had knocked you to the ground. That's…that's all I've gotten." He whispered, wrapping his arms about my upper back.

"Good." I cooed, resting my hands on his shoulders. "I told you, its just going to take some time. You're actually doing better than the doctor said."

His small smile returned, and he began studying me again. He lowered his head to my neck, tracing the left side with his lips before pressing them to my skin. He trailed a few tender kisses down my neck and even a bit on my collarbone, before he slowly pulled away and rolled over on his back. We both laid on our backs for a while, regaining our breaths as we stared at the ceiling. He then sat up and scooted himself up against the pillow that was leaned against the headboard, wincing as he did so.

I sat up as well, seeing his discomfort. "Are you alright?" I asked quietly.

He nodded. "Its my wounds. They're still a bit tender." He said with another wince.

I crawled to his right, and felt of his forehead. "You're feeling a bit warm, too. Maybe we got a bit carried away…"

"If we did, its my fault." He interrupted. "Don't feel bad. My wounds usually wake me at all hours of the night, usually bringing me a high temperature as well. Its not your fault." He finished gently, smiling softly.

I furrowed my brows. "Then why didn't you feel any pain when you were kissing me?"

His eyes grew soft. "I was distracted."

His answer caused me to smile. "Here," I said, crawling over him and to my feet, so I could reach the teapot and cup. "Maybe some more of this will help." I poured him a cup and handed it to him. "Drink."

He did as I told him, taking long, slow sips, savoring the taste and soothing warmth of the liquid.

"More?" I asked, when he hand the cup back to me.

"No, I've had enough for the time being."

I nodded and set the cup back down on the tray. I then straightened his tangled and twisted bed sheets and pulled them up to his waist, then resumed my place at his right side. I snuggled up against him and wrapped my arms around his waist, and tucked my head beneath his chin. A few seconds later he draped his arm around me, and relaxed.

"What am I like?" He whispered into my hair.

I lifted my head from his chest, my brows furrowed. "What?"

"Admiral Norrington. What was I like when I had my memory?" He asked quietly.

"Well…" I started. "I don't know what Admiral Norrington is like. I haven't met him. But I do know James Norrington, the man that wears the uniform."

He nodded for me to continue.

"You're mostly quiet, your expression usually calm, your eyes observant. You're a very mannered, kind gentleman, but you can be aggressive, mean and protective when you have to be. You're also very educated and intelligent." I said in a soft voice.

He smiled slightly. "You had…a certain look about your eyes when you described who I am. I wish I had my memory, so I could see that look all the time."

I smiled. "It'll come, James. Just time, relaxation and patience."

He leaned back against the headboard, seemingly satisfied, and yawned. I yawned as well. He chuckled. "Perhaps that tea is finally kicking in."

"Mhm." I nodded. "Here, let me help you lay down."

He allowed me to assist him in getting to a comfortable position, and I pulled the covers almost all the way beneath his arms. When he seemed situated, I lay down and snuggled against him atop the covers.

"I'll lay with you until you fall asleep, then I need to go back to my own room. Who knows what would happen if Alexander or Isabella caught us like this."

He nodded. "Deal. Goodnight."

"Goodnight." I whispered.

Perhaps that tea was having stronger effects on me. I found everything growing dimmer, including my thoughts. Before I knew it I'd fallen asleep, snuggled against James.

HEY!! DING DING DING! YEHAW!PLEASE READ!! Okay, I want to take this time to apologize if James seemed a bit out of character. But since he has amnesia, I'm just making James act the way I think he would. I wanted him to act a bit like I think he would if he was a little boy: eager to learn and explore. I also want to apologize if this chapter seemed a little dull as well. I just kind of wanted to center around the two, to see how I think Chrissy would take the situation, and how the others would just give her more time to react with "boy James". Okay, that's my apology! I hope I didn't dissapoint anyone with this chapter! Please review and let me know! Thanks!