Now this chapter... is like... about the 3rd one from the end. So yes, this is almost finished.

Just a type of P.S thing- Oh, and 'Arthur' was in a chapter at the beginning of the story...

"Now, Now, lovely... There is no reason why you should be so upset." Jonathan said in a very matter-of-factly way. He was staring down at a map, not even bothering to glance up at her.

"You forced me to sleep with you!" She shouted as she moved to his desk, to where the keys where,

"You seem to beat Thomas every-other day!" Camille wet her lips, and glanced up at him,

"You've killed nine members of the royal navy and took six more hostage!" She quietly grabbed the keys, clutching them in her right hand.

"Well I'm sorry. I don't have time to do it again. Maybe in another hour or two. Make yourself comfortable." He told her, pointing to the bed, "And if it would make you feel better, I'll beat him every day. I could always kill more members of the navy, and could kidnap more of them if it pleases you."

"Your disgusting." Jonathan ignored this comment as he continued on, adding details to the map, "Why won't you even look at me? What are you doing?"

"Trying to make plans of attacking Port Royal. Now leave me in peace, girl."

"YOU CAN'T!" Camille shouted at him.

Jonathan looked up, with a cold glare on his face. He cracked his bottom jaw out of anger and quickly stood up, walking around the table. "You do not know your place, do you?" John asked her through gritted teeth. In an instant, he had Camille by the arm, pulling her out of her quarters onto the deck.

The six men of the navy looked up, but careful not to move too much. There was currently a game going on that John made up for them. They'd all stand on small, old, rickety crates... The first five to fall off, or to be standing on a crate that breaks would be whipped. Ten times. The sixth one, last one to stay on, would simply just be locked back up in the brig.

One of John's crew members ,with only a few teeth left, nodded to Jonathan, and watched what was going on.

Jonathan threw Camille against a post. A quick gasp escaped her mouth as she hit the post, sliding down to the deck.

A loud yell came from behind John as he stood there, towering over Camille. Jonathan quickly whipped around, holding the blade of his sword up to the person that was running at him. Camille took this opportunity to crawl away from Jonathan. She gripped onto the railing of the ship, pulling herself up as she looked over her shoulder to see who had saved her. It was Arthur. Thomas's friend who seemed to spend most of his time on other people and their problems, instead of worrying about his own.

"No, Arthur..." Camille whispered to herself, watching as he lunged at Jonathan, who jumped out of the way. Yes, he was very kind to everyone, loyal to his friends, and he had a great amount of bravery... But Arthur was only good at sword-fighting. Jonathan's ability with a sword was unmatched.

She looked up to the man that was suppose to be watching the contest between the six members of the navy. His sword was gone, and another hostage was wrestling him to the ground.

"Go get Thomas!" He shouted to her as he pushed John off of him.

Camille nodded as she rushed across deck, weaving in and out of the fights of crew and hostages , all of them doing their best to kill the other one. She climbed down the ladder, down to the bottom level of the ship. Down to the brig. Thomas was sitting there, staring down at the ring on his finger. The expression on his face...it seemed to be lost in another world.

"Thomas!" Camille said desperately to him, and he lifted his beautiful eyes up to her's, but they seemed to be clouded with thoughts.

He shook his head, "I've failed you, Camille. I'm suppose to protect you... You're my wife. I'm suppose to be the strong one." Thomas looked down to the ring on his finger, "You're my life and- "

"No, you haven't failed me." Camille told him, fumbling around for the right key, trying a random one in the lock. It wouldn't turn.

Thomas gave a light laugh, "But I let Jonathan take you with him two nights ago. I knew what he'd do. I just let him have you."

"No, you didn't! You tried! You did and he ordered his men to beat you for it. They beat you bloody... You risked your own life, just so Jonathan wouldn't be able to take me."

"But I failed at that, didn't I?" Thomas argued.

She put another key in the lock and turned it. Camille swung the door open and looked at Thomas. He made no attempt to get up, he only stared up at Camille. "I love you, but I've failed."

"STOP!" She yelled at him, and he dropped his eyes to the ring again.

Camille dropped down to her knees infront of Thomas. She put her hands on his cheeks gently, lifting his head up. Camille shook her head with a soft smile as she gazed into his eyes. "I love you Thomas. You didn't fail me. I wasn't disappointed in you. Not at all, not even for a second... Honestly, you put up a very good fight, you against thirteen men... Thirteen pirates. Thirteen rough, rouge pirates. You and you alone."

"I did good?" Thomas questioned her.

"You did excellent. If you didn't put up any fight, think of what Jonathan would have done with me by now."

"I'd rather not think about it, Camille."

"Nor do I, dear... You're the one that saved me. Every since that first day I saw you..."

"I thought I'd been dreaming. Seeing such a beautiful girl." Thomas added with a smile on his face.

"I love you. I always will, and when the end of time comes... I'll still love you."

"Camille, you're the only thing that's been good in my life. I couldn't live without you. You're my love. My only love." He told her gently. Thomas pulled her closer to him, then leaned in, meeting her halfway as he kissed her softly. A sweet, soft, and the best kiss shared between them...was interrupted by an enraged voice.

"GREAT! YOU EACH LOVE EACH OTHER!" It was Jonathan's voice. Both Camille and Thomas sharply turned to him. His face was twisted in anger as he took his sword, which was already covered in blood, and began to walk towards Camille, a determined look in his eyes.

Thomas quickly gathered himself off of the floor, as he stood infront of Camille, "You won't lay a hand on her!" He shouted, "I'll kill you first!"

Jonathan gave a growl of a laugh, a dark laugh filled of hatred. "WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO, BOY? YOU HAVE NO WEAPON!"

Camille stood up behind him, staring at John over Thomas's shoulder.

"Then lay down your weapon... And we'll settle this like men."

Jonathan nodded as he let the sword drop down to the floor. "Alright. We'll do this your way." He said in a calmer way.

Thomas gave a soft nod. For a moment nobody moved, then they both jumped at each other at once.