Camille stood in a daze, watching the now freed navy hostages carry Thomas's covered body onto the deck of the ports. "It's alright..." Jack whispered under her breath, his arm around her shoulders, "It'll all be fine."

She shook her head, "But Thomas is dead."

"Yes, I know Camille." Jack replied softly.

"Then how will everything be fine? Nothing will be fine."

"In time it will be."

Camille glared at the ground, curling her hands into tight fists. How did he know everything would be fine? 'In time it will be', what does that mean? That Camille will forget about Thomas? Forget her husband who was killed for her? No. No, Camille knew she wouldn't ever forget him. She didn't want to.

"He'll be buried tomorrow." Norrington said with a sigh.

Camille looked up to see him walking towards the two of them.

"I've already informed his parents. They'll be arriving very late tonight, or very early tomorrow morning."

"His parents?" Camille questioned, looking at Norrington's exhausted face. She had never really before thought about his parents.

"Yes... And they requested to see you right when they get into Port Royal."

Jack now brought himself into the conversation, "Where?"

"My home, of course... But I'll send someone for you when they come, Camille. No use for you to wait for the rest of the night and day."

"And... Thomas's funeral?"

"You both can attend if you wish." The commodore muttered. With that said he quickly turned around, walking away from the two of them.

"Wait!" Camille shouted at him, freeing herself from Jack's arm as she ran towards him. She stepped in front of him, glaring. "What do you mean we 'can' attend if we 'wish'?"

Norrington looked around, and shifted his weight to the other foot, "You may come if you want to."

"I know what you mean by that! What I mean is Jack and I don't have to have your permission to go to my husband's funeral! I have more right than just about anyone! I'm one of the ones to make the decision to who may come and who may not! You have no right of deciding without me!"

James Norrington took off his head and bowed his head to her, "Your right, Camille. I'm sorry...I don't know what I was thinking...Who do you wish to come?"

Camille stared at Norrington with a blank expression. She had not expected him to admit that she was right so quickly. She did not think that he'd actually ask her who she thought should come. Wetting her lips, she looked out to the ocean she had known for so long. Camille shook her head and gave a gentle shrug, "Anyone...Everyone."

"Everyone?" Norrington questioned her.

"Everyone in Port Royal and towns around. Even those that didn't know him well. I want everyone to be there...if they want to be. I don't think anyone should be denied to show respect for Thomas." She looked back to him, "The wealthy won't be denied, nor the poor. Thomas and I thought that everyone was equal to any other that lived, or...was once living. So I want everyone." Camille said softly, but firmly.

He offered a smile, "I see why Thomas wanted nobody else but you." James Norrington looked out to the ocean and let out a sigh, "I must be going...Good-bye for now, Camille." With a weak, light smile and slight bow, he turned away. Camille watched the commodore talk to someone else before she looked back to Jack.

Carefully he walked to her side, "Camille, I'm sorry that I didn't always....seem to think the best of Thomas. Honestly, I didn't think he was as bad as I made it out to be. I just thought that you deserved something more. Something unreachable. But you loved him, there was nothing I could do about it, and I felt second place to him in your heart."

Camille looked at him with a weak smile, "Thomas admired you... Every time I was starting to have doubt he'd say, 'you're the daughter of Jack Sparrow though! Jack Sparrow, the best pirate in the world!'He wouldn't let me give up hope, not even for a second..."

"A good man."

"Yes, a fine man." Agreed Camille before she looked down to her shoes, letting out a sigh crossed with a sob. Jack took her in his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head softly, whispering comforts to her.

Camille stood there, in a black dress, staring down at the grave of Thomas. Jack stood on her left with an arm around her shoulders. For what seemed like the first time in his life, Jack was not dressed as a pirate. He wore a fancy black velvet jacket, and breeches to match it, with polished black shoes. His dark hair wasn't in half-deadlocks and beads, but neatly combed back in to pony tail. He wasn't making jokes, or bouncing around from one person to the next, pick-pocketing, but just standing there next to Camille.

Thomas's parents, Garet and Viven, along with the Commodore, stood on her right. She had meet his parents the night before. They were nothing but kind to her from the first moment that they meet. His mother had gone on and on about how beautiful Camille was, and his father had brought some letters along to show Camille what Thomas would write to them about. Many of the letters said one thing or another about her. How much they'd love her, how much he loved her. How wonderful she was. How wonderful Jack was. He spoke of her like she was a goddess of some sort. She had cried with his mother earlier this morning, while preparing for the funeral.

But then Camille, Jack, James, and his parents had complimented Thomas on many things, telling stories about him. His parents told Camille stories of his adventures as a young boy, and the trouble he'd get into.

Camille's green eyes looked to the writing on the Tombstone, the dates, who he was, words of love. She softly smiled to herself, remembering what Thomas had told her while they were being married, "And I'll forever love you. When we both die, we'll meet each other in the next life. And the life after that, and the life after that. I'll always love you, Camille, I swear. Nothing can separate us. Certainly not death. It's a foolish thing to think that that would stop my love for you."

"I'll always love you, and we will meet again. So for now... good-night, sweet prince."

(Month-ish later...)

Camille laid on her bed, holding her stomach in her hands tightly, her face buried into the pillow. She had been sick off and on for the past few days...weeks. But it wasn't like Camille to actually get seasick. She'd been on ships since she was six, and hadn't even gotten sick then. This seasickness just couldn't start up ten years later, could it? Camille didn't think so, and neither did Jack.

This is the reason why they were sailing into the nearest port. So Camille could see a doctor, or anybody that could figure out what was wrong and give her something that would make her feel better.

There was a knock on her door. "Yes?" She called out, lifting her head to look at the door, "Come in." Jack walked in and sat at the foot of the bed, "Are we there?" He nodded. "I... I didn't notice that the ship had stopped." He grinned lightly.

"That could be because of the waves... Make us feel like we're still moving. Are you ready?" Jack asked. Camille muttered something that sounded like a 'yes', so Jack stood up, holding out a hand for her.

Camille kept her eyes closed as she let Jack lead her through the town. Voices and laughter could be heard all around them, and delicious smells were mixed in with sickening smells. When they finally stopped, Camille opened her eyes and looked at Jack.

He pointed to the small house in front of them, "Just walk in. I'll be waiting outside." Camille nodded and walked up the steps, opening the door. She gave Jack a last glance before walking inside.

It was only about fifteen minutes later before Camille walked out of the house with a light smile on. Jack was sitting against a large tree, drinking rum from a flask. Hearing her, Jack looked up with a grin, "Well it can't be anything too terrible, can it? You weren't in there for very long."

Camille walked infront of Jack with the smile still on her face, "No, nothing at all terrible."

"Great. I hate to hear if it was something bad, even if it was just slightly bad." He put the flash into his jacket and stood up, clapping his hands together. "So, what is it?"

"I'll have something to remember Thomas by..." At hearing this, Jack's smile wavered, wondering if what he was thinking was true. Camille grinned broadly, "I'm going to be having a baby!"

Jack's smile turned into a weak one as he let out a weak laugh, "Oh... That's...That's just great, Camille." He said, trying to sound excited. "A baby? That's- That's just great, Camille. I'm very happy for-" Jack paused for a moment, staring at Camille.

In the next second, he fainted.

Sorry for poor Thomas's death. But I had planned it out like every since I began this sequel to my last story.

But... One chapter left. Most likely a short one, too.

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