Chapter 26

*Heather's POV*

I could not move, I blinked furiously attempting to wipe the remnants of sleep from my eyes. Without moving my head, I glanced around the room. The light of the morning sun streamed into the room. A coat, weaponry, and feathered hat rested on the table next to the dress that I placed there last night. I glanced towards where I felt the whiskers against my neck, I should have known…Hector.

My sleep was so sound that I did not hear the door being unblocked or feel Hector crawl into the bed next to me. The cold though was the result of the cursed man next to me. He continued to kiss my neck, with no intention of stopping anytime soon. I rolled my eyes, not able to believe the nerve he had. Looking up to the ceiling I questioned my brother, was this his idea of a joke?

Slowly I counted down from five. When I had reached the end of my count down, I lifted Hector's head from my neck. I gave him a pleasant smile, before I proceeded to slam my fist as hard as I could straight into his face.

My fist hit him straight in the nose. It hit was a satisfying sound. If he had been a mortal man, his nose would have been broken and bleeding. But I knew better, with the infliction of the curse, he did not feel it. I jumped up from the bed, springing towards the desk, nursing my now throbbing hand. Nothing was broken there either but it still hurt.

Hector sat up in the bed and laughed, "I suppose I should have seen that one coming."

"You are lucky it was only your nose, it is such a big target I could hardly miss it?" I said crossing my arms, "But believe me, if I so wanted to."

Although I was threatening him, Hector's face remained in an amused state, "If you want to go ahead." He opened himself to me, "I am not going to stop you." I silently cursed at him. If there was a benefit of the curse, it was that it caused him not to have aged a single day. He looked exactly as handsome as he always had…it was aggravating.

"It is too small of a target to get a good hit in." I scoffed.

"Bit below the belt there?" he questioned a stupid looking grin still plastered on him face.

"No, I do not think it is," I stated. I sat down on the desk slightly crossing my legs at the ankles. I stared at Hector suspiciously. The man had not moved, but remained looking at me like I was about to jump readily into his arms. "Will you stop staring at me like that." I finally asked.

"No," Hector said getting up from the bed, "Besides you are the one in my cabin."

"Only because you 'agreed' to my parley," I said pointing at him, "Which I did not even mean, by the way."

"Yet you seemed to make yourself quite comfortable," he retorted, "Besides I had to go along with the Code."

"Ha," I snorted, "You would be the first to say that the Code is more guidelines than actual rules."

"And you would be the first to agree or say it before I even had the chance to," Hector retorted, "However, I found that it was better to follow them either way, given the situation."

"Given the situation, I should storm out of this cabin and have myself thrown back in the brig with the rest of my crew."

"Good luck," Hector explained getting up from the bed, "Crew is under orders to return you to this cabin."

"Why the bloody hell would you order them to do that?" I questioned.

He remained silent, the worse answer he could have given me. Instead, he just gave me that look as if to tell me I knew exactly why. And unfortunately, I did, I reminded myself. I let my arms fall to my side, I had to explain it to him. Before things went too far.

But before I could explain how things had changed, Hector lunged forward at me. It came so quickly, that I was just off guard enough for his advance to work. My back was now flat against the surface of desk, my gaze which should have been aimed at the ceiling was blocked by Hector's eyes. One of my arms was being held down by one Hector's hand. My heart began to race, I could not allow myself to grow distracted. I was mad at this man.

Using my free arm, I tried to push him away. But his weight hanging over me was too much for me to push away with one arm. Not to mention, a part of me didn't want to push him away the part that I had ignored for years. "Hector, please get off me." I asked maintaining the tone of my voice from earlier the best I could.

"No."

"Hector," I said, "You have no right to do this."

He was silent for a few seconds, before he chuckled a bit. Did he know that I was forcing myself to still sound annoyed? "No right? I am your husband."

"Who left me and our son, in the middle of the ocean," I scolded.

"We both made that decision, remember?" He explained a hint of sadness in his voice, "You said you were going to leave and take Isaac with you. What did you expect me to do?"

"I meant the next time we were near a port, not the burning wreck of a ship." I said.

What he said was true I finally admitted to myself. Neither of us were thinking straight then, both of us were angry. I wanted to find the Aztec gold the crew of the Pearl had squandered, just as much as he did. But after two years of searching and still having the man I loved cursed. In my anger, I had suggested that Isaac and I leave the ship until they had found all the pieces and the curse was lifted. Hector had taken it the wrong way, maybe I had worded it wrong in my desperation. It spiraled from there, before we knew it Isaac and I were in a longboat floating away.

I had no one to blame for this but me. My heart sank into my stomach. I never told Isaac the truth of what happened, he was too young to understand those problems. Who knows what ideas had fermented in his brain after all this time…

No, I had to focus on the situation at hand. "What in that blooming head of yours makes you think…" I was cut off by him kissing me on the lips.

"Will you be quiet for just a moment." He asked.

"No," I said defiantly keeping myself from going speechless. The truth was, that in that kiss I felt as though an old ember in my belly was stoked for the first time in years, "and no amount of intimacy will silence me."

"You know those words are false," said Hector, "I can tell you are faking most of this. I just missed arguing with you."

"Missed it?" I questioned, did this man forget that it was our arguing that got us into this mess in the first place.

"Aye," he confirmed, "Every day since I let you go."

Something was up, Hector has never been this romantic on the spur of the moment. In fact, he failed at it at the best of times. This was either a miracle or he had some brain damage from that punch I gave him. "How could you miss arguing?"

"You seem to forget that we argued often," he said bringing his face close again to my own.

"Trust me," I explain, "I remember we argued often, it is why we separated in the first place. I just do not see how you could me it."

He chuckled, "I mostly miss what usually followed after the arguing." He once again kissed my lips.

I felt my cheeks flush red, using my open hand I pulled his head up by the sun washed green bandana wrapped around his head and bits of his hair. I pulled off the bandana but I also succeeded in pulling him off my lips.

"You should be ashamed of yourself," I said, "Bringing that up to me after what you did."

"Never," he said, looking in my eyes, "Besides you are beautiful when you are angry."

"Then I must look like the bloody goddess Aphrodite herself then." I stated.

"Aye, you do," he murmured as he gently kissed me on the forehead. "As beautiful as the sun rising on the sea after a terrible storm."

It was official, he had some brain damage. Hector finally let go of my other arm and stopped hovering over me. He walked over to the table. I rose from the surface of the desk, "What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing is wrong with me," he explained, "I told you I missed you."

"No," I said, "I was with you for years and you hardly said something like that on a good day."

"I have had eight years to plan this you know." He said picking up my red dress.

"Plan this?" I said, "What do you mean plan this?"

He began to walk back over to me, dress in hand, "Did you forget? Our bargain?" He offered to me the dress.

I ignored the item, "That once the curse was broken…you would come back for me."

"And for our son," added Hector he offered me the dress again.

Once again, I ignored the dress. Our son? The son he kidnapped...the son…the son. My anger flared back up. "You mean the son you forced to be cursed?"

A/N: Hello everybody. I had a nice break this weekend, and am ready to get to completing this arc and begin the next one. I might even meet my deadline I made myself!

Now on to the topic we all had been waiting for, Heather and Hector's reunion. I do not write romance too much but I think this came out well. Some of you may be shaking your heads, how did Heather not realize someone had climbed into the bed with her. You can blame me on that one folks. I am a slightly deep sleeper and there have been times where people have actually moved me from where I had fallen asleep to somewhere else and I remained sound asleep.

Also, I think that this is really the first time I actually have given the reason as to why Heather and Isaac were set adrift way back in chapter 1. Seriously for the first time, I don't think I ever really put to paper the reason why. In addition, I fixed and spruced it up so that Heather was also at fault. I looked through the previous chapters and I couldn't find anywhere where I would be contradicting myself.

Next chapter will be uploaded soon folks. I am not one to usually do this but, be sure to comment, suggest, or question here folks. I can see that this story is getting quite a bit of views and would like to see some more reviews.