A/N: I know, something's just not right here.Let's wait and see.

The days dragged on and still, I wasn't married. Norrington came to me every night, but I refused him. He beat me for ignoring him. Something was wrong. This isn't the shy Norrington that, when I was 18, had difficulty even looking at me. Something about him was just wrong. And one day, he just showed up out of the blue with a white dress and told me that we were getting married today. The dress was old, and flimsy, not really any good for anything. It smelled like it hadn't been aired out in almost 20 years or so. It didn't fit me, and while I dressed, Norrington stood in the corner watching me. When I was through he grabbed my arm in a death grip and led me down the steps. Tara watched in horror as I was nearly shoved into the carriage. We rode for hours, and then we finally stopped outside a church. It was empty, except for a single priest. Everything went so fast. I didn't speak a word, but I don't think I was supposed to.

Then the priest asked if anyone objected to the union of Abigail Gillmire, and Commodore Norrington. There was silence throughout the church. Norrington moved towards me but I moved away. He looked me right in the eye, I knew if I didn't marry him I would lose everything. He moved toward me, but before he could lay a finger on me, the door to the church burst open, and a whole crowd of people filed into the church, each one with a sword drawn. I yelled out. Jason, my brother was in front of them all, "I object!" My sister, Mary, came and moved me away from Norrington. There was a look in his eye that scarred the wits out of me. My brother pulled out a gun and shot Norrington. I screamed out. Not because Jason had killed Norrington, but because as soon as Norrington fell to the ground, he turned into another man. Jack walked out of the crowd and hurried over, "Yep, that's Barbosa all right. Abby, I'm sorry, but Norrington was not this man. The real Norrington has been dead for nearly three months."

I didn't understand, and I didn't want to. I hung onto Mary's hand. I didn't feel like myself any more. We returned to Port Royal. Tara rushed out, tears in her eyes and hugged everyone. Everyone was there, even my mother. Her hair was old and gray, but she was the same mother I knew from when I was little. I met my cousins' wives and husbands. And slowly, I came back to my old self. William and Elizabeth were informed of what happened. But no one would tell me how this Barbosa could change into Norrington. And I was grateful. Richard JR's wife Melissa was with child, along with David's wife, Kate. I had my family back, and I couldn't be happier. Elizabeth offered rooms to everyone and they were all invited to the wedding. The babies I remembered my mother had no longer remembered me. Jacob had died from an illness, and my uncles Stephen and James were dead. Along with my Aunt Elease.

So much had happened and changed that in a way I wish I had never found my family. My best friend and cousin Caitlin was missing. I asked around, but no one would tell me anything for a good day or two. Mother finally showed me a letter my cousin was dead, her unborn baby was dead, all thanks to a man that she thought loved her. Anger boiled up in my veils and it was hard for me to sit there, knowing my sister was turned into the soldiers by her own husband. But it happened almost two years ago, and I didn't even know it.

The morning after, the sunrise was so beautiful I couldn't help but go to the beach. I packed my sword, and a gun into a holster, and started on my walk. I was glad to be back to wearing my own clothing. But there wasn't a doubt in my head that Elizabeth would make me change once I got back. I walked along the beach, pacing, thinking, and planning on how I would leave for my home. But then I finally noticed that someone was watching me. I turned to see Jack Sparrow looking at me, a stupid grin plastered on his face. I drew my sword, but he cocked his pistol and pointed it at me before I could barely move. He gave me the good once over, looking at every thing. And I mean EVERYTHING. It felt like he was trying to undress me with his eyes.

I couldn't stop myself, "Jack Sparrow, lower your gun or I will be sure that you won't sit for a week." Jack raised his eyebrows. I HATED it when he did that, "Am I to think that a bonny lass like yourself and I have met before? Well, in that case I will be sure not to stop from attacking next time." Jack jumped down from the old stone wall wear he was sitting, and came right up to me. I could feel his breath on my face. I was shocked. I noticed at once that not only was my hair down, and covering most of my face, but my glasses were folded neatly in my pocket, out of eyesight. I reached down for them, but Jack caught my hand and held it tightly. His face went from a sly grin to one of question, "Is that you, Abby?" Jack dropped his gun in surprise, and I pulled out my knife with my other hand before he could move. Jack's smile grinned once more. My knife was to his throat, but sadly, his was to my stomach. "It seems we think alike, Abby, luv. Now, how about we call a truce. You get rid of your knife, and I will lower mine, Savvy?" It was my turn to grin, but I was too angry to, "The day I make truce with a pirate other than one in my family, is the day I die." I felt Jack's hand grab me at the waist, and everything happened so fast that I was left shaking afterwards.

Jack pushed my knife away so fast I couldn't stop him and them his lips locked on mine. His left hand explored my lower back, while his right dropped his knife and grabbed my neck, holding me in place while I pushed him away. It only lasted a minute, but it was enough for me to forever despise Jack. A gunshot went off near by and suddenly I found myself lying face down in the sand. I heard Jason's bird call sound, no doubt calling for everyone to tell them something was wrong. I sat up, my arms covered in moist sand and goose bumps. I scrambled on all fours to the water's edge, and even though it tasted of nasty salt and god knows what else, I rinsed my mouth out and scrubbed my lips. Jason was soon by my side, making sure I was okay.

His words only crowded my head more. "I'm so sorry. I thought we could trust him. But I suppose it's just another game of his. I promise this won't happen again." Jason tried to pull me up to my feet, but I elbowed him in the ribs, "I can get to my own feet and beat off my own problems. I was just surprised. In any normal situation he would have lost his bloody marbles and bleed to death." Jason laughed and flicked my head with his finger, "My little sister? Murder a man for stealing a kiss? That would be the day!" I pulled out my gun and pointed it at my brother's head, "And I would murder my brother for merely breathing if I felt like it." Jason only laughed harder. He rolled about in the sand like a lunatic. I looked down at him, shook my head, and was about to go when Jason's leg kicked me off my feet. I fell on my back in the sand.

I sat back up and buried my feet into the sand, Jason did the same. He looked at my fixed expression as I starred out at the sea, "You want to go back to your ship, don't you?" I looked him in the eye and gave him a fake smile, "I'm happy. I have my family back, and there's nothing else I could want." Jason still watched me as I stood up and walked over to the stone wall. My feet were like ice from the seawater. "Are you sure? I mean, I know that look. You had it the day after father died, and the day when your 'friend' Jack became more tha a friend."

"Jason, you had better stop lying before I put ink in you bloody afternoon tea!" Jason only continued, "I saw the way you looked at him when he and all of us busted down the door to that church. You looked at him like he was the world. And don't try to weasel out of it either, I know that look you had in your eye!" I looked at my brother, my mouth open and starred at him. It was a good minute or so when I finally spoke, "He was the first person my eyes met, that's all. And when did you become an expert on human emotions?" I got a god look at the tears in my brother's eyes before I finally understood. "I didn't.I just-" Jason's hand went up to silence me. "Love is an odd thing, Abby. I guess I wasn't ready to have it. If I had loved her, then I wouldn't have let her go with him." Everyone knew it. My brother loved Caitlin, his own flesh and blood, as my mother loved my father. But no one uttered a word about it for years. When Caitlin had fallen in love with the other man, I could just see the tears that my brother must have shed over her after he gave her away at the wedding. Mother told me the whole story only two nights before.

Jason acted as if his tears were nothing. He blotted them away was a piece of torn fabric that I handed him, and then stood up. He headed back for the house, but I stayed behind. I walked to the water's edge once more and dug my feet into the sand. Once more, goose bumps covered my arms in my pleasure. I missed the sea, but just as I was willing to marry for my sister's welfare, I am willing to give up the sea for a family I had thought I had lost.