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A/N: Alright, I know it's dangerous to work on multiple stories at once, but after re-reading "Kindling" I decided that I really didn't want it to end that way. There was more to this story and much more to be written. So I've decided to expand this a bit and I hope that comes as good news to you!

Chapter Two "Home"

For half of her life, she had called Kingston home, from a house in town, so that her father could be close to his practice, to a grand estate overlooking the Caribbean Sea. Despite the fact that she was never truly accepted as such, she was a member of the posh, respectable colonial society. She raised her glass to the King's health. She went to church on Sunday, and prayed for her soul. She married a man who loyally served in the Royal Navy. She had afternoon tea and biscuits just like every other Englishman in the world. For the first half of her life, she had lived as any proper British lady would live.

For the second half of her life, she had been unwelcome in Kingston, or any other civilized town for that matter. She had no King or Country. She had given her soul up for lost, killed her own husband, and traded in her pot of tea for a bottle of rum. She was a woman feared and hated by the posh, respectable society. She was a pirate. On one fateful spring morning, she had sailed away from Kingston not knowing if she would ever return. At the time, she had been a woman scorned. A man she trusted had stolen her boat and disappeared into thin air. She had gone after him in hopes of ringing his neck, but after finding him, she discovered that she was quite unable to leave him. From that day foreword, home was no longer a place. Home was a person, a man. He was her family, her life, and her world. Not that it mattered anymore, that man, her home, had been destroyed just as every aspect of her life was now destroyed.

The men of His Majesty's Navy, after mercilessly bombarding the Pearl with continuous cannon fire, had been kind enough to let their captive stand above deck and watch her last refuge sink to the bottom of the sea. She could still smell the burning wood. She could still sea the sea, stained red with the blood of her brothers in arms. She could still sea the smoke, black as the planks that blazed, billowing up towards the heavens so thick that it seemed to block out the sun's rays leaving the world shrouded in an eerie darkness. Clouds had rolled in that afternoon, blanketing the world in shadow, as though the sky itself mourned his passing, just as she mourned his passing. The sky would mourn, though, wouldn't it? He was, after all, Captain Jack Sparrow. In the still silence of her cell, she could almost hear his voice telling her as much.

Leaning her head back against the cold stone walls of Fort Arthur's hold, she made no attempt to squelch the tears. On the Navy ship sailing back towards Kingston, she had remained stoically quiet. Her life was in shambles, but she clung desperately to her pride. Now, what did her pride, or self-respect matter? Though her days were numbered, she hated the thought of spending those days alone. In her mind's eye, she had always seen herself fighting by his side, together to the last. Then, at the end of their days, they would steal into heaven before the devil knew they were gone. But, now, that wasn't going to happen. He had died alone, just as she would die alone. So, let them see her cry. Let them know what they had taken from her. Miles away in Port Royal, men would be meeting in the governor's house trying to decide if it were proper to hang a lady. They could not risk offending anyone who might gather in the square to witness the spectacle made of the demise of a pirate. She would have laughed except that the hole in her heart prevented such an action.

If she cared anymore for her own life, she would have welcomed the delay. It would have given her time to plan an escape. Not that she needed to plan much, she did have at the ready a detailed mental image of Fort Arthur. In days gone by, her brother had served at the very same fort. She knew, better than most, the fort's strengths and weaknesses seeing as she had once helped a pirate escape it's custody. Since that night, she had stood beside him battling all manner of foes, and, though he had never said the words, she knew he loved her. She could always see it in his dark, fathomless eyes.

Standing on her toes, she stared blankly out to the ocean. Her eyes automatically sought the horizon, the magical place where the heavens met the water. He had always wanted to get there, everyday of his life he had sailed towards it never once thinking it unattainable. She hoped he was there now, waiting for her.

TBC

As I said, there's much more to be told here, so I hope you'll stay with me. Leave me a review and let me know what you think!