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 Ambassador Alexander Swann, Isabella Swann, or Count Philip Rochester, who belong to Vilofied.


"Let's go through the plan one more time." I said irritably.

It would be easy for one to see just exactly why I was irritated, if one was in my boots...er...bare feet, rather. Everyone wanted to be free, that's for certain, but they also wanted to just run out onto the deck in blind fury! It was certainly taking all of my military training to not shout at the lot before me.

"We've reviewed the plan more than enough times, Admiral. Let's just get on with it." Sparrow said, equally irritated. "Everything will go according to plan."

"You should know that nothing goes according to plan, Mr. Sparrow, when you're a Navyman, or in your position, a pirate." I spat. "The lot before me doesn't even seem to have paid one bit of attention to a word I've said."

"We cause a fuss," One of the pirates said boredly, "Which will cause a few of George's crew to come down and investigate, and when they're least expect it, we mug them of their weapons and invade the ship!"

"See?" Sparrow smirked. "We've got it. Why don't you get that stick out of your arse while we put the plan in motion?"

I did the one thing Sparrow hated most: I ignored him. I was listening to the sounds above us, waiting for the opportune moment. I concentrated so hard that I tuned out every man and sound around me in the brig, listening only to the footsteps of George's crew, waiting for quite a few of them to get near the opening to the brig.

"Now!" I finally shouted.

In only moments, it sounded like hell had broken out in the brig. Navymen and pirates were screaming at each other, banging on the bars, making whatever loud sound and ruccus they could make. I'm fairly certain people were throwing things at each other as well, and it didn't take long for several of George's men to rush down to the brig to try and, ironically, stop the madness. Those filthy men didn't see us coming! Our cell doors had been unlocked the entire time, thanks to my passing the keys around.

Sparrow and I grabbed the first two men that we could get our hands on, and banged their heads together, knocking them out cold so we could take their weapons. We shared impressed smiles with each other, happy that for once, we'd worked together to accomplish even the smallest of tasks. We stood by and watched as our men warked together as well, quite a few of them merriting their own weapons they'd aquired.

"Alright men!" I shouted. "You know what to do!"

"What he said!" Sparrow yell to his men.

Sparrow and I charged up onto the deck with our men, right into the searing heat of many fights going on around us. It was Navymen and pirates against pirates, the two completely different groups fighting together as one to beat one. But among all of the chaos, shouting and confusion, I looked only for one man. George was nowhere to be seen.

I made my way across the deck, taking down as many men as I could, taking no quarter, and slammed the cabin door behind me once I'd reached it. The Captain's Quarters were dark and stuffy, and for a few moments I didn't see the dark figure to my left. George's sword was a flash of silver in the small amount of light that filtered through the filthy cabin windows, and the duel began. His sword clanged with my own newly quired one, sending sparks too close to my exposed hands and feet.

"Tell me, Admiral, how bad is your wife's health now?" The pirate captain questioned, swinging his sword at my neck.

I swung my blade up to meet his, then lunged at his heart, which he unfortunately blocked.

"Because by now, she should bed dead." he smiled, managing to slice my upper left arm. "or near death, at least."

I cringed, but managed to leap out of the way of his next lunge.

"First, her strength dwindled slowly away, leaving her wak and tired." he swung at my belly, narrowly missing it. "Then, she became pale...ghostly pale. Starting to sound familiar, Admiral?"

"How do you know all of this?" I gritted out, finally managing to land a stab in the man's side.

George only grunted, and pulled himselt off of my blade as he lunged at me again. "Then the delusions began."

Delusions? It that why I hadn't been recieving letters from my wife? She had written that the baby was keeping her busy, that that's why her letters were coming more and more spread out. But, that had been some time ago...

I narrowly shielded myself from a strong blow that had been aimed at my head, and very nearly fell to the floor from the impact. "How do you know all of this?" I demanded.

George took advantage of my weak footing to successfully put a nice-sized slash in my right leg, sending me crashing to the floor with a cry of pain. I reached for my pistol at the same time that he reached for two of his, and the sound of the pistols being cocked filled the room. But as we glared at each other, I on the floor and George standing over me, we heard a fourth pistol cocked from somewhere within the room. I seemed to find Sparrow in the dark, upper left corner of the cabin as quickly as George did, and just as quickly, George fired one of his pistols at the other pirate captain. Though I seemed to hate Sparrow most of the time, I was filled with horror as the man fell to the floor, unmoving.

"Now then, where was I?" George asked without a care as he tossed the useless pistol aside, and took advantage of my shock to kick mine out of my hand while keeping his other trained on me. "Oh yes, your wife." he smiled. "Then she began getting very delirious. Do you know what's next, sir?"

George grinned at me, and it was here that he walked around so that he was standing next to my head, and placed one of his heavy-booted feet on my throat. I squirmed beneath the preassure, the weight cruely cutt off my air.

"She's going to start having hallucinations next, Admiral. Hallucainations are the final step before death with this sort of poison. Yes, poison, Admiral. I have a man working in the kitchen of your very home. He's been doing well switching spices with this poison, slipping bits of it in your wife's food. To think no one has noticed him under disguise as one of your house servents!" he laughed. "He's been sending me letters of her progress, and it sounds like she's in the final stages, if she's been eating that food every day. Last I heard, she was wandering about the manner looking for you!"

The mental image of my pale, weak wife wandering about our large home calling my name shattered my heart, causing me to go limp, momentarily forgetting my lack of air.

George pressed his boot harder against my throat, seemingly studying me with curiosity as I began to squirm again. "But her efforts are worthless. She'll never find you, and you won't get back to her in time. In fact, you'll never get back to her." It was here that the man smiled a small smile at me. "And this is my revenge, Admiral. Not only have you killed my brother, but you've killed my wife as well. Just a few years ago. Remember that pirate ship you sank off the coast of Jamaica when you were working for the East India Trading Company? It was called The Hurricane. It had contained me and my wife. I escaped, but she didn't. The ship was fired upon by your orders."

My vision was becoming blurred, and I knew I didn't have long. "Th-that...wasn't in...inten...tion...al." I wheezed.

George's smile only widened, and he raised his pistol so that the barrel was trained on my forehead. "This is where I'll bring this meeting to a close..."

I was hanging on to nothing but my heartbeat, and it was growing faint. My struggles ceased, and my grip on the man's boot went slack...

"So sorry I'm the only one that is going to enjoy this."

I watched with the remainder of my sight as his finger began tightening around the trigger. This was it. I was going die, and I'd never get to see my darling Chrissy, or my dear little Melody again. The shot I'd waited for rang out, but it didn't hurt. I was surprised that when I felt blood splatter all over me, I didn't feel any pain, as I thought I would. George's boot lifted from my throat, and when I rolled over on my side gasping for air, my hands lightly grasping at my throat, nothing but my lungs and said area were hurting. I hadn't felt the bite of a bullet at all. There was good reason for this. George fell down beside me with a scream of agony, clutching at his blood-spattered leg, having been shot.

"Get this howling, scurvish mutt onto the deck." A familiar voice said from somewhere near me. "His men will surrender when they see that their captain has been captured, and then we can lock them all in the brig."

"Aye, Captain." Said another voice.

The screaming got farther and farther away, and soon it was quiet, both in the cabin and on the deck. I could hear another set of boots walking to me, however, but by that time I wasn't afraid for my life, I wasn't worried about death, and I was no longer concerned about the mission. I was concerned only about the air passing in and out of my lungs, and other obvious things.

"How are you feelin', mate?" Came that familiar, husky voice.

I became aware of other footfalls, two pairs at least, and then the sounds of more pistols being cocked.

"Get away from him!" Was the stern order of Theodore's voice.

"Put your weapons down, pirate and there won't be any trouble." Were Andrew's orders.

"I was just tryin' to help, mates. He was nearly choked to death." Sparrow whispered weakly, clutching at his left side.

"You've helped us enough. Put your weapons down." Theodore growled.

I was surprised when Sparrow actually did back away from my weak body, and began removing the weapons he'd aquired not half an hour prior to all of this. "Alright, mates." he whispered, obviously in pain.

"Andrew, get a few men to take him to the brig, and we'll see where to go from there."

"N-no." I croked from my position on the floor. "Find...f-find medical attention, first." I whispered, for that was the only volume I could speak in.

Footsteps neared me, and Theodore's face came into view when he knelt down and turned me over on my back. "Sir?"

"Medical attention...find him some. This man saved my life."

Theodore stared at me for a moment, before nodding. "Yes, sir."

"Andrew, get to the wheel, and make for Port Royal with all haste."

A weak smile tugged at the man's lips, and despite the tiredness his posture clearly showed, he saluted me. "Aye, sir."


"Are you certain you're fine with this? I could just get someone to watch the doors and windows."

"I'm absolutely certain."

A sigh. "Alright. I'll be in the next room. Don't hesitate if you need something."

I could picture Isabella smiling. "You know I won't."

"Good night, darling." Philip whispered.

In the absolute silence of the room, I could hear them kissing, and I became pained, upset, and angered all at once. Philip was concerned about sleeping a few feet away from his wife, when I'd been surviving for months not having any idea as to where my husband was.

Isabella had decided it might be a good idea for her to sleep in the same bed as I, so that I wouldn't try to get up in the middle of the night and wander about the jungle, looking for my husband. But oh, she doesn't know me as well as she thinks. What were they doing on my island, in my jungle anyway? And what was this other room Philip was talking about? The shelter was only a one room building. Oh well, they wouldn't keep me locked up for long.

"Good night." she answered softly.

Philip's footfalls were strangely oud on the dirt floor of the shelter, but I soon forgot about it when he closed the door. The shelter door isn't supposed to close with a click, it's supposed to close silently. I would have to look at that later, though, because for now I would have to wait for Isabella to fall asleep.

Isabella had no such plans of falling asleep right away, however. Thinking me asleep, Isabella fluffed her pillow and pulled the covers over herself as quietly as she could, before pulling out a book. How did I know all of this since my back was to her and my eyes were closed? I could tell by how her weight was distributed on the bed that she was sitting up, and I'd heard her fluff the pillow and then turn a few pages of her book.

Oh, but little Melody! Little Melody, from somewhere in the jungle, began to cry! Isabella stood with a sigh and set her book down, before padding quietly out of the shelter. It was here that I sat up slowly, my body sore and stiff, and looked around. Not a soul in sight. With a smile, I shoved the covers from my body, pushed myself so that my feet were over the side of the bed, stood, and...fell down. I landed with a 'thud', all of my air leaving my lungs. Had I caught anyone's attention? Was anyone on their way to see what the commotion had been about? Apparently not, because no one came rushing into the room.

I got back to my feet by using my bed to pull myself up, which took quite a bit of effort due to my lack of strength. But I made it back to my feet none the less, and made for the door. I opened it only slightly, and looked about, searching for anyone that would stop me. There was no one. I proceeded out of the shelter only to realize...the shelter wasn't the shelter after all. My little shelter was a large mansion with a long hallway, and many rooms. The long hallway was covered in vines and leaves, though, so it didn't bother me any; it was still home.

I walked towards the sound of Melody's crying, running my hands along the wall as a guide since my vision was still a bit blurred. It turned out that Melody was in the room right next to mine, so I didn't have to walk far. The door was open, and I could see Isabella holding my little girl when I peaked around the open door.

"Shh little one." Isabella whispered softly. "Your papa is going to be home soon."

I would have gone in the room and taken little Melody from Isabella's arms...I would have gone in to comfort my little baby...but my strength was gone. If I tried to hold her, I fear I would drop her. So with a further broken heart, I turned away to look for my husband. I came to a grand staircase, also covered in snaking vines, and grasped the banister tightly as I made my way slowly, agonizingly slowly, down the staircase and to the first floor of the manor. I was in what appeared to be the main enterence of the place, which was infested with vines, brush, leaves, and trees. It would be difficult for me make my way across the dense jungle floor, but I'd accomplished a lot of things when I'd put my mind to them.

Taking a deep breath, I began stepping over things, crawling under fallen trees, and even tried to swing from a few vines, but that proved worthless because they all snapped, and I fell to the ground. I actually fell down quite a few times before giving it up to just walk cautiously over and under things. I was surprised when I came to a well lit room, a study, it looked to be, with even more vines than the main enterance! I only pushed my way through, though, and stopped when I came to a...desk. The desk was littered with all manner of things, but I paid it no mind; it was the drawers I was interested in. Huzzah to the first one I looked in! A pistol laid there, gleaming in the light of the well-controlled fire. With glowing eyes I dipped my hand in and grasped the pistol, smiling as I stroked its fine wood and brass.

But what was that I heard several paces away from this vine-infested study? A clutter of pots and pans? There was a kitchen as well? I clutched the pistol tightly for fear of an intruder in my home, and jogged quickly (if not very clumsy, stumbling quite a few times), to the kitchen. There he was. A pirate. What was he doing, exactly? I could tell he was digging around in the dirty pantry, but what was he trying to accomplish?

He drew his hand out, clutching a bottle more than half empty with some sort of yellow liquid. A smile tugged at his lips when he gazed at it, and he walked over to a platter of food that rested on the dirtied kitchen counter. He opened the bottle and proceeded in pouring it all over the platter, and that's when he spotted me.

"Oye, go back to bed woman." he sneered.

"What are you doing?" I asked weakly.

"I said go back to bed!" he snapped.

It was then that he saw the pistol clutched in my hand, and his eyes widened as he reached for his own. He had his pistol out by the time I had mine raised, the slowness due to my lack of strength, but my finger pulled the trigger faster than his. The pirate fell back, the bottle of liquid landing on the platter of food when it fell from his dead hand. I lowered my hand, know my task was complete, and dropped the pistol.

It wasn't long before I heard running footsteps and gasps, and I turned to gaze the shocked expressions of Alexander, Philip, Isabella (who clutching Melody tightly to her chest), and Oliver.

"She's shot the cook!" Oliver breathed. "She...she murdered him!"

I lifted a trembling hand in the direction of the platter of food, and pointed. "P-poison." I stuttered.

Philip ventured forward so that he was close to the platter of food and the bottle, and sniffed. He stood up straight, his expression one of disgust, then shock as he nodded. "It is poison." he whispered. "All this time..." he said, looking down at the dead man, apparently not noticing he was a pirate.

"James..." I whispered.

Everyone's eyes were suddenly on me, including Melody's.

"James..." I whispered a bit more frantically, hoping he would hear me from somewhere within the jungle. "James, come back! James!"

I stumbled back, tripping on my own feet, and fell to the ground, everything around me going dim.

Okay, a bit of a dark chapter ending! Is she dead, or just blacked out? If so, will James get back to her in time? Review to find out! Please review, it motivates me! Thank you!