Chapter XV

A/N: After a very long update, here's the new chapter. I'm sorry it's short and not very plot influencing, but I felt that this story needed a new chapter to get more reviewers. Enjoy, more shall be put up soon.

Peter and Wendy were very cautious when it came to lurking outside the German establishment in which Evelyn was last sighted. Claudia had gone inside, insisting the two remained out. An hour or so later, with Wendy falling asleep on Peter's shoulder, Claudia had returned.

"The Bismarck has just departed". She announced. "Evelyn has since obtained the rank of Commander".

"I don't like this". Muttered Peter, eyes shifting downward to Wendy. "Siding with the Enemy?"

"Hitler made her undergo intense psychological torment and has found her trustworthy. There will be no second chances if she fails this time". Claudia forewarned, handing Peter some stolen bread. "I was informed the Bismarck will be heading for England, to unload a new shipment of troops. I suggest we leave now".

Peter nodded. "I'll contact Tinkerbell, flying would be quicker".

Claudia felt awkward, but, the idea could work. "She has an hour to get here".

The Black Pearl was known for its speed and stealth. But as Jack stared helplessly at the steering wheel, his previous thought dawned on him. There was no way the Black Pearl could match the Bismarck. James insisted that Jack purchase another, but Jack refused. He didn't want to part with his ship again. He allowed his first mate to take control of the ship before retiring to his cabin. He entered to find his brother sitting shirtless, and looking like he had just been washed up.

"God, Jas, you look like hell just spat you out". Jack commented, copping one of the darkest glares from his brother yet.

"We're going to need England's help". James frowned. "We do not have the capabilities to match the German Navy".

"What are ya talkin' about? We got plenty of men".

"There's roughly more than a hundred men on that one ship alone!" James spat, then sighed. "I will claim myself as Evelyn's husband, perhaps the Prime Minister will take pity…"

"He'll never make ends meet with a Pirate, even you know that. Jas, you're living in a different time compared to Ev. The Germans laughed at the Jolly Roger".

James rose to full height, and calmly removed his dark hair from his eyes. "I will not fail her". He added simply, and Jack finally deflated.

"We'll change course for England. At top speed, we will make it in three days".

James nodded, sitting once more, watching Jack retreat to the main deck to shout orders.

Evelyn stared blankly out of the window on the command deck. She only prayed, the Bismarck would not interject with James. Her breaths were slow, controlled, as her child was causing her a little pain. But the men could not see her in pain. She was four months pregnant, yes, but she showed little of it. Her belly at the moment looked as if she had put on a little weight. It didn't bother her. And the men didn't dare to question her about it. But she knew one thing. She was craving. Craving for pancakes. She left for the kitchen without further ado, the Captain nearby giving her a questioning look as to her sudden departure.

Wendy was unsure returning to England was such a good idea. It was wrong of Evelyn to lie that the war was over, for it was only getting worse. She ran to her lover's house, terrified to see it had been emptied. His family were Jewish, and a sunken feeling in Wendy's heart informed her that he was dead. Peter put a hand on her shoulder, and Wendy turned around. She fell into his embrace and cried openly, Peter somewhat grateful that Wendy had returned to him. Claudia left the pair to do some snooping of her own, of what, Peter was unsure.

"Wendy?" He asked her, Wendy looking up at Peter with tear stained eyes. "We should go. It is not safe here".

Slowly, Wendy nodded, and the pair lifted up into the night sky.