Thomas sat in the brig with Camille next to him. His arms were wrapped around her. Her head rested on his shoulder. He hoped she was sleeping, dreaming of something peaceful. Letting out a silent breath, he rested his cheek against her hair as his eyes flickered for some sort of escape. But it was useless, he couldn't find anyway to get out of here. Even if he could find a way...what would he do? Would he try to take on all of the crew on the ship? He'd surely be killed, and then what would become of Camille?

No. He wouldn't risk it.

Pressing his lips together he closed his eyes lightly, but still listened for any noises that might hint that someone was coming down to them. Thomas wiggled his jaw softly.

When they come upon the ship, Jonathen had ordered Thomas to the brig, and Camille to be locked in the his quarters. Hearing that, Thomas started shouting as loud as he could, calling them all the names he could think of. He had began to kick, hit,punch...do just about anything to the crew members that were holding onto him. But one of the, with dark black eyes had kicked Thomas hardly in the back of the leg, causing him to fall to his knees. John had walked infront of Thomas, and had hit him with all of his might in his jaw, making him drop.

After that, Johnathen ordered Camille to the brig with Thomas... "She would've been comfortable in my quarters, boy." He had told Thomas darkly, "Now she'll be locked in the filthy brig with you." The brig was filthy, and had a musky smell... But Camille had thanked Thomas...

"Are you alright, Thomas?" Camille asked suddenly, looking at him.

He smiled softly and nodded, "Yes..." Thomas put a hand on his jaw, he thought it surely would be broken, but it was just a bit sore. "And you? You're ok?"

"Yes...Sorry that this happend, Thomas... If I knew... We wouldn't had to come to France-"

"Hush." Thomas cut her off and shook his head, "France was lovely. Beautiful place to be married. I'd have it no other way. Besides, he probaly would've found us any where we went."

Camille nodded in agreement then let out a sigh, looking around, "What do you think he plans to do with us?"

Thomas wet his lips as he looked around, "I don't know..." He said in a slight worried tone. He wasn't very much worried of what would happen to him but not knowing what could happen to his new wife drove him mad with worry.

He looked at Camille then put his hand under her chin, "Don't fret, my sweet. Everything will be alright. I wouldn't let anything happen to you." Thomas said softly, as he kissed her lips. He pulled back and looked at her, "There are people looking for each of us, I bet."

"Do you think?"

"Of course!" Thomas flashed a grinned, "My uncle is the commodore, your father is Jack Sparrow...Jack Sparrow! The best pirate in the world with the fastest ship on the seas! Do you honestly think that they wouldn't look for us?"

"No, I suppose not." She said with a smile, "Your right, Thomas. Everything will be alright."

"It will." Confirmed Thomas with a nod.

Norrington stood the upper deck of his ships, his back was rigid, his face set, his eyes searching for a sign of another ship. He put the telescope to his eye, seeing a ship whiched appeared to be tiny from such a distance away. With a sigh, he dropped it away from his eye, looking down to the lower deck. How had Jack gotten so far ahead of him? Well, it was only because of that ship he sailed.

"Damned ship." James Norrington muttered. According to his maps and everything else, they should reach France in less then an hour.

He was growing restless quite quick as he moved to the rail of the ship. What was his nephew thinking? He ran off with the daughter of a pirate. He was so close to being named a commodore,too. Yes, he could tell he loved her. Norrington could tell that his nephew would do anything for her... But... Oh, why couldn't he just fell in love with someone else? It'd be much easier to handle than...

Walking down the steps to the lower deck, then into his quarters he rubbed his forehead. He was related to a pirate by marriage. Not just any pirate either, but Jack Sparrow. Jack Sparrow's daughter had married his nephew. Jack Sparrow's friend had married Elizabeth, who James Norrington had loved for the longest time.

He sat down in his chair at the desk and looked to the beautiful sword that was laying ontop of it. This was going to be Thomas' sword... He was going to give it to him a couple days back. But, but Thomas was gone before he had a chance to recieve it. Thomas had left only a note behind.

Resting his chin on his fist, he stared down at the sword. What if he couldn't find Thomas? What would he tell his brother and his wife? He had lost their son for crying out loud.

There was a knock on the door. Then another. Norrington could hear it, but it took hima moment to realize what is was.

"Yes?" Norrington asked, getting off of his bed.

"We've reached the docks." Gilette, his first mate, called through the door.

"Oh." Norrington said shortly, flattening his uniform. He grabbed his hat off of the desk that was next to the sword and shoved it on his head, "Any sign of Sparrow?"

"That's Captain Sparrow to you, Commodore!" It was Jack's voice on the other side of the door.

Hastily, he walked across the room, throwing open the door. Jack Sparrow stood behind a scowl Gilette with a smirk on his face.

"What's he doing on my ship?"

"He requested-" Gilette began, but Jack shoved him out of the way.

"I requested to see ye... to talk."

"About what?"

"About what? About my daughter and your... nephew." He said in a forced way.

Norrington sighed and stepped out of his quarters, closing the door behidn him. "And what about them?"

Jack looked up into the brillant blue sky and then back to Norrington, "I've been asking around about them, and... They've left"

"Left? What do you mean?" Norrington demanded. His eyes flickered to the crew members that were listening and watching them. He gave them all a 'get back to work, or else you'll regret it.' They all quickly get back to their different jobs. Norrington looked back to Jack, "What do you mean?"

"Left...Well, I don't think they left on their own free will... Jonathen came to the inn that they were staying in and... he brought each of them to his ship."

Norringtons eyes widened as he briskly walked to the rail, and looked around the docks, as if he'd see the ship right there infront of them.

"I was thinking... We could combine sides." Jack said, looking at the ship's mast, pretending to have a sudden interest in it. "For now. Just for now... the only time. I'm only looking out for Camille. That's the only reason."

Norrington looked at him over his shoulder. "It would be quicker and easier, then trying to beat eachother..."

"Aye. You've got trained men, mine are better of course, but yours are trained with-" He faded off, "Well, the point is that..." Jack stopped again, "That it would be much quicker to catch up with Jonathen."

Norrington nodded, "Yes, we could combine. But after this is all done, it will never happen again."

"Never." Jack confirmed.

"Never again..."

Jack nodded. "Of course not."

"Right." The commodore looked around, "Do you have any clue to where Jonathen would be headed."

Jack looked around the ship, he gave a small, single nod, "Maybe."