Oliver opened the French double doors to reveal a dark room only barely illuminated in moonlight. His hand clutched the letter he had just read with remorse. Elizabeth could not bring her gaze to meet his as he knelt beside her. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and took the letter from his hand. She scanned through the letter and then read it four more times.
Her eyes became big lakes of tears as she grasped for Oliver. For hours they remained in each other's arms until she brought her red eyes to meet his.
"Don't say it…"
"Say what?"
"I told you so…"
Oliver kissed her forehead as more tears streamed down her cheeks. "I would never say such a thing to you."
"But you were right…he got himself killed and I said nothing to stop him. I killed him. I killed Kendal…"
"Shh…you did no such thing."
"Yes, yes I did. I wanted so badly to be with James that I never made a motion to save Anna's father. What am I going to tell her?"
Oliver pushed her up and grasped her shoulders with a strength he hadn't had in years. "You tell her…you tell her that Kendal was a wonderful man. You tell her that a part of you loved him. She is too young to understand, but she will in time."
"What a day that shall be when she asks me why I didn't say anything to stop him. What will she think of me?"
"She will be angry, but her heart will repair those wounds. Unfortunately we are humans. We are bound to feel and when we do we detest them with enmity."
Elizabeth nodded and fell into his arms once more. "Did he die in pain?"
"I believe he died swiftly. Once the French captured him and found who he was, he was shot. His brother's went to save him, but they were shot as well."
"So the only remaining Norrington is James?"
"And half of Anna…"
Elizabeth sighed and prayed that soon her little one would be returned. James flashed in her mind and for a brief moment happiness fluttered into his stomach. Kendal was dead. But now she could marry James…if he returned.
A/N: I'm sorry my lovely readers but I had to do it.