A/N: I know, short chapter, this one is longer.

He turned me around and shook me by the shoulders. "How could you lie about your name? And don't you dare tell me you are ashamed of being a pirate's daughter, for I will slice your throat right here!" Jack's eyes were full of mad anger, and all I could do was cry. I sluncked down to the floor and clung to my knees. I rocked back and forth, tears pouring down. "Well? What's your answer? Are you ashamed or afraid?" That set me off I stood and yelled at him, "How would you know anything? Did your family leave you behind and then never come back for you? Did you have to raise your sister on your own? Did you face every fear and find hope? Did you lie on filthy streets for months, not knowing if your sister and yourself would live or die? Are you going to have to give up everything you love so your sister is happy? NO!

"Don't talk to me about being ashamed and afraid, Jack! I'm going to marry a man I don't even love so my sister can have a life and I can stop trying to search for my family, because I will have my own to worry about! I don't want to fear anything, or lose my freedom, but I am because I love my sister. I can't stand to make her live on ships for years, telling her that we will find our family at the next port, only to not find them and have your sister hate you, but never say it! If anyone should be ashamed it's them!"

Jack starred at me with a blank face. "Who are you marrying? Some shop keeper?" I took a deep breath (yet again) and spoke words that would leave him frozen still, "Norrington." Jack didn't move. He didn't breathe or think. He just starred at me. Then he broke the silence, "You are bloody serious, aren't you? No, no this can't happen. He must know who you really are. Put off the wedding for as long as you can, Abby, I need to find someone." Jack climbed through the open window and down a tree that was outside my window. There was a knock at my door, "Abigail, Norrington is here and he wished to speak to you. Are you going to come down." I spoke, my voice shaking, "Yes, just a moment."

I splashed water onto my face and then started down the steps. Norrington was there with two soldiers and when he saw me his grave face smiled. "My dear, I thought it might be better if you came with me to my home. I feel as if you intrude on Elizabeth and Will's peace if you are here." There was something not good about this whole thing. Elizabeth spoke up, "It's no trouble at all. I need her around to help me with the wedding and I with her's. She is my maiden of honor, and I need to have her measured for a dress." I piped up, "And Tara hasn't been feeling very well, either. I would hate to move her." Norrington's face looked surprised," I think I should talk with you in private, my dear." Without another word, Norrington walked over and grabbed my arm so hard I almost yelled in surprise. He led me to a room and closed the door behind him. When he released my arm, there were clear red marks on my arm, and they started to bruise.

"Abigail, I'm not sure we had an understanding. I wasn't exactly planning to have Miss Tara with us." I starred at him, "So where is she to go?" Norrington began to pace," Privacy is important to me, and silence is needed in my house for my mother is near death and loud noises upset her. I thought maybe a boarding school back in England would be best. And then, when she comes out I would be more than happy to find a husband for my sister-in-law. I know a young man; he will be at the wedding. I was thinking the day after Eliza-" I cut him off, my voice shaking with anger, "How dare you even think of such a thing. Tara is my sister, not some piece to be pushed around on a chessboard. I refuse to send her off on her own to England." Norrington laughed like I had said something hysterical. "I fear you don't really have a choice, Miss Abigail Bartholomew. It's either this, or you and 'sister' will be headed for the gallows."

I there was nothing I could do. I sat there and listened to what Norrington would do if I didn't do as he said. The list went on and on. He gave great detail on how he would kill Tara in her sleep, and blame in on William. Then he continued on about how Elizabeth would be torn and come to him. Then he would frame me for the death of Elizabeth's father. When he got to the part of slicing down the governor's stomach, I stood, "Fine. What do you want me to do?" Norrington grinned. He walked over and grabbed me. He forced my mouth open, and by the time the kiss was over, My lip was bleeding and he held a clump of my hair in his hand. "First, you will move in with me. Then, after the wedding, we will ship your 'sister' off to England. You will wait on me, love me, and then, when your 'sister' comes back, I will marry her off, and then what children we have, will have the same done to them. Now go and get ready. I think I will move the wedding up to tomorrow. No big ceremony, just you, myself, and a few soldiers. Now go and pack your things. I'm too busy to deal with Elizabeth, so just tell her you can't wait to marry me. Now go, and not a word to anyone."