The night air was crisp with the salt air. The waves lapped gently on the hull of the Black Pearl. Everyone was asleep, but Emma. They were inching closer to her home. She didn't want to go back. She took in the air, and the movement of the ship. Tomorrow she would be announcing her marriage agreement to James Norrington. She wouldn't have any more adventures, her life would be boring. It would go back to the way things were, like Captain Sparrow, Pearl, the crew of the Black Pearl never existed. She wouldn't forget them, but that was her life and this was theirs. Davy existed, but only in her mind. She would never see him again. A tear came her, and she tried to wipe it away, but more soon revealed themselves.

"Emma?" Elizabeth came up besides her daughter. Emma quickly wiped her tears, failing. She turned and smiled. Elizabeth didn't look convinced. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Emma said in a small, tearful voice.

"Emma, don't lie to me." Elizabeth eyed her daughter. "You have been acting strange since I saw you, and your father says since Davy and Sparrow came into town that night." Elizabeth put a hand on her daughter's face, and said in a clear calming voice. "Something is wrong. Emma tell me. You can't keep feelings inside all the time, only when you're in front of people." Emma gave a sorrowful smile at the last part. "What's wrong?"

"I... I..." Emma tried to keep her voice steady, and tears streamed out, "I don't know."

"You don't know?" Elizabeth smiled, Emma nodded, "how can you not know." Emma shrugged. Elizabeth looked at her daughter suspiciously. "Emma is it about James?" Emma shrugged again. "You don't have to marry him." Elizabeth laughed softly.

"Yes I do!" Emma sobbed, "Nobles marry nobles. Everyone knows that! I don't want you or father to be mad at me! I don't want to be disowned, Jack would hate me! Katherine would be angry with me. I couldn't do that to the family, to you and father."

"Emma," Elizabeth began slowly, "I didn't marry a noble."

"Yes, you did you married father." Emma narrowed her eyes.

"Yes, but he wasn't a noble." Elizabeth nodded,

"I know he's a pirate, but still he was a noble." Emma sighed.

"Yes, he's a pirate, but not a noble." Elizabeth nodded, "Emma your father was a blacksmith." Emma looked her mother's face for any untruths, there were none. Emma had a questioning look on her face. "You know that bed time story I told to you and Jack when you were little?" Emma nodded slowly. "That was true."

"True?" Emma looked disbelieving, and then making sense of it. "Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I didn't want you to runaway from me." Elizabeth smiled sadly.

"I wouldn't runaway." Emma lied, and smiled.

"Is that what was wrong?" Elizabeth sighed getting back to the subject. "You don't want to marry Mr. Norrington?" Elizabeth was now searching her daughter's face. "There's something else." Elizabeth nodded. Emma turned away to look out towards the water. She couldn't tell her mother about Davy.

"There's nothing." Emma turned back towards her mother and smiled. Elizabeth sighed and came forward towards Emma.

"Happy Birthday, Emma." Elizabeth kissed her daughter's head, and below to the cabins. Emma watched her mother leave. Tomorrow they would be back in Port Royal. Emma felt some relief that she didn't have to marry James, but still. Davy, did he love her or to him was she just a girl? He had saved her, but that was just probably an act out of piracy to kill Cook, and tell about it. She would say yes to James, there was no other way. She wanted Davy, she finally admitted to herself, but James was more suitable. She turned to head back to the cabin for some sleep.

"Davy!" Emma gasped, "I'm sorry, but you scared me."

"Pirate." Davy smiled. Emma smiled. "Glad to be home soon?"

"No," Emma smiled and shook her head, "there is nothing there, but land. At least you wont be cramped any more." Emma shrugged, a smile still on her face.

"True," Davy nodded, "but did you ever think what it would be like to sail on a pirate ship under a pirate's command?"

"I already did." Emma sighed,

"Doing work?" Davy laughed softly.

"No, I couldn't," Emma shook her head, "I wouldn't be of use, and I don't know how to do any of that."

"I could teach you." Davy stepped closer. Emma shook her head, and Davy came closer, Emma stood there, memorized by his eyes. "I could teach you how to sail a ship any where you want." Davy whispered. Emma looked at him. His hand was resting on her face. Chills went up and down her spine. He was so close. Emma shook her head again, this time with tears.

"I can't." She whispered. "I couldn't,"

"Why not?" Davy smiled down at her.

"I just can't." Emma looked at his shoulder. Davy saw where she was looking.

"That would never happen to you." He brought her eyes back up. "I wont let it." Emma silently gasped, and her heart fluttered.

"I can't, Mr. Sparrow." Emma's tears fell.

"What do you mean you can't?" Davy sighed

"I could never match with this lifestyle." Emma sighed, trying hard to pull her tears back. "I am going to marry James Norrington. I am going to make my family proud, and be a lady of society." Tears streamed down her hot steamy face. Davy removed his hand, and looked beyond her. Emma bit her lip. Why couldn't she tell him? She had felt safe with just his hand on her face. His arms had held her with care and love. He had to feel the same, but no. Society would not let it happen, her brother would disown her as a sister. Emma's head hung.

"Your fiancé is waiting for you." Davy nodded behind her. Emma whirled around. Port Royal was just beyond the cliffs. She heard the anchor go down. The lights twinkled in the night sky. Emma bit her lip and ran past Davy. He looked outwards. Emma would be gone to her world. Welcomed back, not hung with disgrace. Davy looked towards the cabins where Emma had disappeared there stood Bootstrap. Davy smiled, and he walked over to the boy.

"Your young," Bootstrap smiled. "Don't be wastin' your time with just that one."

"I wouldn't be wasting my time." Davy said bitterly.

"How old are you now?" He asked.

"Eighteen." Davy sighed. Bootstrap nodded. "Since last week."

"She's now fifteen today." Bootstrap smiled Davy looked at him. "Too young, doesn't understand what she wants. Give her time." The man walked away, and Davy watched him leave. He was right they were young, but still Davy knew he would never find a girl like her ever.