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Fleur pulled her thin shirt to her miserably. She knew this was the end of the line for her. Norrington would do anything to see her hung. She rubbed gently under her right eye to try stopping an itch. In the moment Fleur clenched her fist and brought it down hard onto the wood.

"I'm such a bloody idiot!" she growled to herself, "I should've gone with dad. I should have!"

She got up and started pacing the small confines that made her cell. Thoughts and plans of escaping ran through her head but as quickly as they were conjured she dismissed them as ludicrous babble. She heard footsteps coming down the stairs and she sat herself back down on a small wooden bench that shared the same limitations as her. She turned her head away when she saw it was only Norrington.

"Well Miss Sparrow it's been five long years hasn't it?" he asked smugly.

"Obviously not long enough Admiral" Fleur muttered darkly

"Well I dare say you have grown up, shame you have a father like

Jack Sparrow though. You could have gone far in civilized soc-"

"Don't you dare reprimand my father's honour!" Fleur growled leaping up and trying to scratch the man through the iron bars.

Norrington took a shocked step back then smiled, "you hold your father in very high opinion though he has not even bothered to try and rescue you?"

Fleur fell back onto the floor, "he's not even in the Caribbean. How could he possibly know that I have been apprehended?" she lied.

"Isn't he? That does come as a surprise. I was actually surprised he wasn't on the Majesty. I made my crew search high and low and they found no trace of him so, I set fire to the magazine, which brought an end to that certain ship. If your father was on it..."

He dropped off as if expecting Fleur to cry out in the knowledge her father was dead. His anger rose when she didn't.

"You were headed for Tortuga, that's interesting"

Fleur looked up at the man, her distaste for him sewn over her features, "I tired of Port Charles"

"One might expect you to return to Port Royal" Norrington said offhandedly, "your arrival has been expected or should I say was expected for a few years"

Fleur looked at him through slanted eyes, "what do you mean was?"

"Well Mr. Turner did expect you to hold your word and return to him. That is what you promised him after all but I guess much can't be expected from a pirate. I suppose even you remembering that promise is a joke"

Fleur hugged her sides, "Oh, I remember" she mumbled to him.

She cast her eyes down, she did remember her promise to James and it did hurt her that she still hadn't been able to hold herself to it.

Fleur looked long fully at the Black Pearl. She turned back to James who returned her gaze when her eyes met his.

"James..." she started then looked away from him.

"What, what's wrong?" he asked worriedly, "Fleur tell me"

Fleur looked at the Pearl, "I - I can't stay here" she told him hurriedly.

"What?" he asked.

"James I can't leave my father now. Not just after I almost lost him. Please, please say you'll forgive me for going with him"

James opened his mouth in shock and couldn't form any speech, "but -" he finally began.

"James please. I promise I'll return to you. I promise and I give you my word. Here" she said untying her red bandana, "James please...I beg you"

James looked at her and felt his heart break. He accepted the material and sighed sadly.

"You promise me you'll return?" he asked.

"Yes" Fleur assured him, "thank you" she whispered before kissing him gently on the lips.

She turned from him and fled down the docks.

"Wh - what is she doing?" asked Will.

Fleur took a running leap and Jack who had been watching from over the stern caught her as she landed on the deck with a light thump.

"Fleur!" James called out running to the end of the pier, "when will you come back?"

Fleur ran to the stern and looked at him; "I don't know" she called back.

James let his shoulders slump and he sadly sat down on the wharf with his legs swung over the side. Watching the Black Pearl sail away he prayed he would she her again soon.

"So where exactly is your father?"

Norrington's voice brought her back to reality. Fleur looked at him and shrugged sadly. Wait, what would James say if he knew Norrington was going to hang her?

"What will James think of this?" she asked meaning for the question to be rhetorical.

Norrington laughed, "I really don't think Mr. Turner will give it a passing thought"

Fleur clapped her hands together and brought them to her mouth in a praying fashion.

"I thought I was pardoned from my life, my father also," she told him.

"Yes but running from the Royal Navy is punishable by death" he sighed.

"No it isn't!" Fleur protested letting her hands fall to her lap.

"To me it is" he replied angrily, "and your father does not even deserve to live. When I find him he shall receive the same fate as his daughter!"

Clapping his hands and two sailors came and unlocked the cell door. They grabbed Fleur up roughly and took her onto the main deck.

"Miss Sparrow you have a choice, tell us where your father is or receive a whip from every member in this crew" Norrington told her.

Fleur's face fell, she looked down at the rawhide whip held in the Admiral's hands. Her bottom lip started trembling.

"Tie her to the mast" Norrington commanded.

Fleur had her arms bound to the mast so that she could stop the lashes. Her back facing the crew she cried out when the first cutting feeling struck her skin. Again and again the whip bit into her back and again and again Fleur cried out. After what felt like a century she dimly heard the Admiral demand she tell him of Jack Sparrow's whereabouts.

After he obtained no reply he ordered a sailor to haul up a bucket of seawater. Once he had the water in his possession he threw it onto Fleur's back. Fleur screamed out in agony. Her breaths were heavy and although she tried to obtain all the air she could she felt like she was suffocating.

Her binds were untied and she fell to the deck sobbing. Norrington approached her and crouched by her side. He lifted her chin so that she could see him.

"Please Fleur, it will be for the best if you tell me where Jack is"

Fleur, tears running down her face shook her head. Norrington got up irritably.

"Take her to the brig" he growled before storming off.

The sailors were gentle to her and carried her to the brig. They lied her down on the bench and shook her heads.

"Poor girl," said the first one.

"Would you like some water?" asked the second quietly.

Fleur not moving her body mouthed a no followed by a raspy, "thank you"

The sailors left the cell and locked the door. The second one looked back at her.

"Should we tell the Captain?" he asked his mate as they ascended the steps.

"What could he possibly do though? His under Admiral Norrington" came the reply.

"He could get the Governor to make Norrington release her"

Fleur tried crying out Captain who? But it only came out as a hoarse whisper that they didn't hear. She tried asking again only louder this time but a savage jolt of pain from her back delivered her unconscious.