Summary: Got tired of copying it... It's a Norrington fic full of time travel, romance, and a doting father-daughter bond.

Warning: I think I lived up to my R rating in this chapter. References to Sadism and sexual violence are here, but I don't think that there's anything too explicit as I had to tell some of it through a child's eyes.

Ship: The HMS E/N

Disclaimer: Same as last time.

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Chapter 5: Fallen

The young Carissa trotted out towards the Gazebo, seeing James and Lizzie frozen in their intimate scene. Drawn to it like a moth to a flame, her feet seemed to move on their own. They reminded her of her daddy and mommy. Was this what Old Carissa meant when she told her that she'd see her parents again?

Unbeknownst to the young girl, she had an audience.

~~James is 29, Carissa is 25 and 10~~

"No. I don't want to be here," Young Carissa was whimpering to her older self from the branches of a rather large tree. "Please let me go home."

"Honey," Old Carissa said, in a soothing voice, "I need for you to understand what happened. It's really important that you remember what really happened."

"I thought you said we were going to be on a ship," James whispered as he shifted uncomfortably on his branch. "We know what happens here. I do not see how reliving this particularly bittersweet memory of mine will help me understand the child's state of distress."

"No, but it will help you understand Lizzie's state of mind," Old Carissa said sharply. "Look at her James. She is absolutely besotted. You can't tell me that you didn't see it in the moment."

James reluctantly let his eyes drift back over to his past. 'World enough and time…' he thought.

"It's a beautiful tableau," he said, his resigned pain making its mark on his voice.

"It was the grotesque that changed her feelings," Carissa said cryptically. She settled her hands on those of James and Young Carissa. "Come, it's time we were on deck."

~~Carissa is 10, Elizabeth is 16~~

Carissa and Elizabeth watched as a man, bathed in shadow, led James into a bungalow through a back door. Elizabeth, not expecting to find herself as witness to a scene of intrigue, paced undecidedly before she grabbed Carissa and ducked behind a tall stack of boxes.

"How can I ever repay you for this Mr…" the girls heard James' voice falter.

"Call me Daven," the man answered. "Just remember me and this kindness when they appoint you Commodore. There might come a time when I must ask you to do something for my son."

"It will be a great many years before I get another promotion," James said modestly. "But if that's all you require of me, than I give you my word."

The girls watched as the fully uniformed James moved soundlessly into the bungalow. Moments later, they saw a slave girl running out of the bungalow towards the man who'd just identified himself as Daven. He pointed her in the direction of a thick growth that wasn't much more than few yards off. The girl ran as if the devil himself was at her heels.

Three more women came running out of the bungalow, and the man pointed them in the direction of members of the Royal Navy who were approaching… It was Midshipman Groves with Lieutenants Smith and Gillette. The women looked frantic and dazed.

"There's one more," one of them said, breathlessly.

"I advise you, my dear, not to think about that right now," the man Daven told her sternly. "Get yourselves to those three men, and don't look back."

Elizabeth, not being able to stand the oddity of the situation, ran in the direction of the navy men. Groves and Gillette, who now had charge of the three nameless women, didn't notice as the governor's daughter started running after them. The main concern the two men had were the safety and well-being of the women. Only Smith was aware of her presence. He turned abruptly to address the Elizabeth.

"Miss Swann!" Smith almost hissed. "You shouldn't be here. It's bad enough we have Captain Norrington to worry about, now you."

"What is going on here?" Elizabeth asked helplessly. "Why is James—Captain Norrington here?"

"A fool's errand, Miss Swann," Smith said. "He's here on a fool's errand. Come away with us. You don't want to see what's in there."

Elizabeth made a move to do as the lieutenant said, but then she caught sight of Carissa opening the bungalow door. Panicking, Elizabeth turned around in order to retrieve the little girl. Smith took no notice as he got into a small boat in an attempt to get around to the other side of the docks—the path to which being blocked by more than half-a-dozen thugs and the bungalow.

She stealthily made her way to the bungalow door and slipped inside as Mullroy and Murtogg rounded the corner from patrolling the more obscure, empty end of the docks. Neither of them looked as thought they thought anything was amiss. She doubted they even knew that James was anywhere near them. As the door shut behind her, her eyes started to adjust to the light.

The inside of the bungalow was quite a bit larger than she'd expected. Finding Carissa would not be an easy task. Searching the rooms, she found nothing. She walked clear through the small building before she saw the door that opened to the large platform on the docks. She heard scurrying and heavy running just outside. When she opened the door, she saw nothing on the docks.

Walking the length of the platform, she only saw a few men running along the beach. She couldn't figure out what they were running from. Curious, she looked around every corner of every pile of barrels, crates, and boxes to find absolutely nothing.

There was a huge crash that sounded from inside the bungalow. Elizabeth turned abruptly to find Carissa staring into a half open window in the side of the bungalow. An expression of confusion and fear was written on the little girl's face. Elizabeth peered into the window.

Standing with his back towards the window was a man who appeared to be wearing nothing but a royal blue Navy coat and a white wig. In front of him was a weeping woman who was bent over naked—her backside facing the window. The man was holding the end of what appeared to be the woman's silk stockings with the breadth of the material wrapped around her neck like a noose. In his other hand, he held a heated brand.

"Say it," the man hissed inhumanly. "Or the brand will find its way up…"

His voice was indistinguishable, but judging by the two things that he wore, Elizabeth guessed that this had to be one of the officers. She wanted to say something, but she seemed to be frozen. She also couldn't make herself look away from the disturbing scene.

"Take me, captain," the woman said, through her sobs.

"Say it again…" he continued.

Elizabeth felt faint. It wasn't possible.

"James?" she whispered to herself.

Carissa screamed in unison with the scream that the woman on the other side of the window. The other woman's screams seemed to drown the little girl out because the man did not turn around. Elizabeth did her best to shush the girl and pull her away, but Carissa would not budge.

"Lizzie, that's not him. That's not him. Make James come! Find him! He'll make that man stop!"

"James can't come back for us," Elizabeth said helplessly. She knew that the man wasn't James, but she didn't know what to say to the little girl to make her be quiet. If the man turned around, who knew what would happen to them? "He might not ever be able to come back for us."

Carissa's head was spinning. Lizzie was wrong. James would come to help them. Unless… He must be the one doing those terrible things. That meant that her new daddy was going to kill that woman. He was going to burn her to death naked. The colors in front of her eyes were blurring together and it was getting dark… very dark. She couldn't see anymore. She only heard the woman's screams and Elizabeth's panicked breathing.

"No," Elizabeth whispered to the girl. "Don't faint. I can't carry you."

There was a bang inside the bungalow. Elizabeth dropped to her knees below the window, letting Carissa collapse to the ground. She'd never been so scared in her life.

"Unhand her," Elizabeth heard James say forcefully. "Or you will lose that which you hold most dear."

Elizabeth peered over the window sill. James had his gun pointed at the man's chest and his sword hovering before the man's groin. The man dropped the brand and released the makeshift noose.

"Smith, escort this man directly to his cell and tell the executioner to ready the noose for the morrow," James told the lieutenant. "And tell Gillette to find him some britches."

Smith clapped irons on the man and shoved him out of the room on point of bayonet. Then, he bashfully held out the tattered and trampled dress to the naked woman. Through relieved sobs, she took the garment from him.

Carissa stirred and Elizabeth sighed with relief. She could get them back to the mansion before anyone except Smith even realized that she was missing. And then she would see to it that her father did not give this man a trial.

"I knew you would come for me, James," the woman said when her sobs subsided.

"If I'd been any later…" James said his voice cracking. He was looking at the woman in a way that Elizabeth couldn't identify.

"You came. Don't think on what might have been."

"Abigail, you deserved more from me. The humiliation you had to endure…" His voice was full of emotion.

"James…"

"You, who were so loved... deserve nothing but love and the utmost respect… I was supposed to protect the love… And I allowed you to suffer this huge indignity. Will I ever be forgiven?"

"You did your duty by me," Abigail said.

Elizabeth watched, dumbfounded, as this Abigail walked up to James and placed a tender hand on his shoulder. To her horror, it looked like Abigail was going to raise her face to his. Then, Carissa sat up and peered through the window herself… and saw James. Elizabeth knew that the little girl was going to scream out his name, so she clapped a hand over her mouth. When she looked back to Abigail and James, Abigail was pulling away from James.

Crushed, Elizabeth got to her feet and pulled Carissa away. How could she have been so simple-minded? James didn't want her. He couldn't wait to get away from her and meet this woman of his… this Abigail. They might have been separated by the perversity of that other man, but James—doing what he does best—was able to play the hero.

As she and Carissa entered her room, Elizabeth let the tears fall onto her cheeks. She threw Carissa's strange clothes at her, and said, "He'll never come back now, will he?"

Carissa's eyes widened as she let out a painful moan, and disappeared.

~~James is 29, Carissa is 25 and 10~~

James watched as Elizabeth and Carissa scurried up the hill, hurt by the crushed expression on Elizabeth's face. For what seemed like the hundredth time that night, he wanted to rush up to her and explain the true state of things. But he knew that he couldn't. He tried to comfort himself with the new sense of understanding he gained. The scene that Elizabeth witnessed was both traumatic and misleading. She'd had to watch a man attempt a heinous crime and a scene that, out of context, made James himself look like a scoundrel playboy. It was no wonder she turned to the young Turner.

Young Carissa was still looking down at the bungalow almost ready to weep. She couldn't see through the window very clearly. All she knew was that Elizabeth had been upset… and then she saw Lizzie get upset again. She continued to watch as past James and the woman walked out of the bungalow to meet with the man that looked familiar to her, but she never heard his name.

"Thank you James," the woman was saying, sounding like she was both going to laugh and cry at the same time. "And extend my thanks to Smith and Gillette for their role in saving me."

Young Carissa looked up at the James that was standing next to her on the dock of the boat. "So you saved her! I knew you didn't do it!"

Old Carissa was still looking at the storage bungalow. She smiled as she saw her own sixteen-year-old face and Elizabeth's perplexed face peer out of the window. She recalled how she and Elizabeth had hidden under the two desks.

"Abigail, I promised your husband on his deathbed that I would protect you," the James on the docks was saying. He took a deep breath. "Cecil was a good man and a good lieutenant."

"I married him, James. You don't have to tell me that. I know."

"But he had more enemies," said the other man. "Mrs. Adams, I think it best that you cross back to England with the other women. Your husbands freed too many slaves on the technicality of the law. The slave traders don't like losing profits."

"Are you Buddy Daven?" Abigail asked.

"Yes, I am," the man answered.

"My husband always spoke so highly of you. Have you found your son?"

"I'm still looking."

"Mr… Daven," James said, faltering. "Can I trust you to see that Mrs. Adams is safely returned to her home?"

Young Carissa stopped listening to the conversation taking place on the docks. She realized who the other man was and looked up at her older self. She opened her mouth to ask, but Old Carissa put a finger to her lips and shook her head.

"It's time to go home," Old Carissa told James and her younger self.

As Young Carissa grabbed onto Old Carissa she cast an amazed glance back to the docks. Her Uncle Liam was alive. William Davenport was in Port Royal.

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AN: I had an incredibly hard time writing the violence and incorporating the points of misunderstanding. This might actually read as a really awkward chapter, but I hope that I make up for it by incorporating William Davenport. I'll give you three guesses who the man's son is...