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Here you go, another chapter.

"I don't care what ye do!" An angry Jack Sparrow shouted at an equally enraged James Norrington, "I'm taking my ship to find my daughter! Ye can take the royal navy out for that awful nephew of yours."

"This is all your fault, Sparrow!" Spat Norrington, a few of his men behind him, looking extremly uncomfortable and awkward.

"How is that?! The first day you take that boy and paraded him all around! You introduced them to eachother!"

"Well you turned her into a pirate!"

"I'm sailing to France! Today!"

"As am I!" The red-faced Norrington yelled, pointed to his men behind him, "And I'm taking part of the Navy! The best navy in the world!"

"Well I've got the fastest and best ship on the seas!" Challenged Sparrow, "I've known John since he was young! I know how he thinks!"

For another second, they glared at eachother in enraged silence. Sparrow turned away, making his way down the hill to where two members of his crew were waiting in a rowboat to go to the local island that held the Pearl. Norring turned back to his men, shouting orders at all of them, telling them to ready the ships...

Thomas lie next to Camille, his arm softly wrapped around her waist, his face slightly buried in her long brown hair. He breathed softly so he wouldn't wake her. He wanted her to sleep, to be at peace, to be relaxed. He was laying in bed next to his wife. His wife. At this thought a smile made it's way to his lips and he kissed her neck softly. She let out a sigh, but still slept.

Carefully, he turned on his back so he could see the window. The sky was just getting pale in the east. It was five in the morning... Or sometime around that. Thomas let his eyes close as he listened to Camille's soft and slow breathing. The sound of her taking a deeper breath made him open his eyes and look at her. She was starting to stir. Softly, Thomas smiled and whispered, "Good morning, beautiful, dear, my wife, Mrs. Camille Fayette Norrington."

She turned over under the blankets to see his face and she put her hands under her head as she smiled, "And good morning to you, my love." For a few moments their eyes just stared into each other's .

Thomas reached to her face, stroking her cheek with his finger, "I love you more then life."

"And I love you more then the air we breath, the ocean we live on, and the life that we live." She said in a whisper.

He smiled and leaned over her, putting an arm on the other side of her body to keep himself balanced. He kissed her lips, then let his lips brush down her cheek, neck, but he stopped at her chest and he looked at her with the smile plastered on his face. Thomas ran his hand down her arm softly as she ran his fingers through his hair. "You'll be the death of me." Thomas told her with a smile.

"What do you mean?"

"I love you so much...I can hardly bare it. Your all I ever think about, dream about... If I'm not with you, I can't focus on anything. The food I eat isn't as sweet as it would be if you were sharing it with me, along with the drink. You're all I care about, my beautiful." Thomas confessed silently to her.

Her green eyes watched him, "I feel the same, Thomas. I'd rather be locked up then to have you taken away from me, or to never had met you." She told him, her hands softly rubbing the back of his neck as he closed his eyes. Thomas bent his head down, kissing her neck once again...

Camille was holding onto Thomas when she awoke for a second time... The sun was shining through the window. Thomas had a protective arm around Camille, and his eyes were closed but Camille could tell he was awake. There was a feeling in the air, that kind that no one wants to wake up. Somehow, she knew she shouldn't say his name, or say anything at all for that matter. So she gripped him a bit tighter for a brief second. After a moment, to her relief, she felt a squeeze back.

From the corner of the room the loud sound of glass shattering against the floor made Camille suddenly look to see what it was, she shouldn't, she wasn't thinking. But to her horror she saw the blue eyes she knew to well, then blonde hair tied back into a neat bow. He wore a velvet tailcoat of an olive green color. "Ah, so they are up." Jonathen said with a smirk. "The young couple is finally up. I hope you two had a nice and exciting night with eachother?"

He stood up and walked toward the foot of the bed. "Don't even try it, Thomas Norrington." He shouted, his voice like a whip, when he saw Thomas' eyes look to his gun in the corner on his pile of clothes. "Just so you both know... I've got pistols and a sword, and three crewmembers waiting outside for my word. Neither of you have any weapons...I've checked."

John tilted his head to the side and smirked again, "Well in all but one place." And in an instant, he yanked the blanket off of their bare bodies. Thomas hastily moved to cover Camille's body from John's view. The pirate only laughed as he tossed Thomas a simple white shirt with brown breeches, and tossed Camille a dress that matched his own olive coat.

"Get dressed." He instructed them. They didn't move, only stared at him. Full of annoyance, he raised each of his pistols level to their heads, "Now you Camille, get dressed inless you want me to kill him. And you, get dressed inless you want me to kill your new wife." Camille reluctantly pulled on the simple dress then looked to Thomas who glared at Jonathan as he pulled on the pants then the shirt.

"That wasn't so hard... Now was it?" He asked with a grin. "We'll be going to my ship now. Don't do anything to draw attention to yourselves. If you do, I'll just kill the other one. It's simple and easy. Camille, you'll walk with me. And you boy, you'll walk behind with the few members of my crew. Savvey?" He grinned then opened the door and Camille glanced at the three men. Everyone of the had a smirk on his face seeing Camille and Thomas being taken prisonar the day after their wedding.

They walked out of the inn, and Jonathan put out his arm for Camille. She looked at him then glanced at Thomas who was being pushed forward by one of the crewmembers. "C'mon, lass, don't want me to shoot him, do you?" She took a breath, putting her arm around his. "Good. I've got a carriage waiting for us. This way." He said, starting to lead her down the crowded street.

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