Disclimer: I still don't own Pirates of the Caribbean or any of its characters, so I'll be super happy if I don't get sued.

A/N: Thanks to the reviewers for, well, reviewing!


Julianne's tears didn't stop until she drifted off into sleep, curled into a ball on the floor. She was unsure of where exactly they were in the Caribbean, and how long it would be until they were back in Port Royal. She was extremely worried about Elizabeth's well-being and how she would react to the outcome of the Black Pearl and its occupants. She felt herself falling into depression at the thought of all the lives lost to her, only wanting to stay alive for her dear, and now only, friend Elizabeth.

During her deep slumber, she was joined by the Commodore. He stared at her, genuinely contemplating the reason that she would want to join with a band of pirates instead of safe at home with him. Of course, he knew the answer, but he didn't want it to be true. He searched in his desk drawer for a flask and upon finding it, swallowed a large mouthful of the expensive brandy before hesitantly throwing it out the window.

He turned back to his wife. Things would be different now. He wanted things to be the way they were before the fateful night of his sons' deaths. He wrapped a blanket around the sleeping woman's shoulders before quietly opening the door and exiting the room, silently swearing to himself that they would return to their happy lives, and she would never want to leave him again.


The next morning, Julianne found herself entangled in an unfamiliar object, and the memory of the previous day's events flooded back to her, making her head spin with anger. James didn't fulfill his promise, and now because of him, so many lives were lost. She silently swore vengeance upon the man who would nowsurely make her life a living hell.

She didn't remember wrapping herself in a blanket, but she decided to ignore the matter and find the whereabouts of Elizabeth before she did anything.

Elizabeth's reaction to the news of Will was quite disturbing to Julianne. She mostly expected her to break down and cry for hours on end into Julianne's shoulder, and she would join Elizabeth in mourning. However, she said naught a word and her face went completely livid. She stared out the window and didn't even move until they got to Port Royal a week later.


Six weeks time passed by and Julianne was forced to return to her life previous to the encounter with Jack Sparrow. Shockingly, Julianne didn't have to hide anymore bruises or black eyes; it would seem that James' anger toward her had subsided quite generously. Even when she had screamed at him and pounded on his chest, screaming obscenities she never would have dreamed to leave her lips, but she was so full of motley emotions that she couldn't contain them any longer. He stood without an expression on his face, and her fists making contact with his chest didn't even seem to faze him. She ended up collapsing on the couch and refusing to let him touch her. He strode out of the room and she heard him pounding on the wall in frustration, ever grateful it wasn't her in the wall's place.

In the weeks that followed, he never once raised his voice or hands to her. He didn't treat her with the complete love and cherishing she so longed for, but the lack of physical abuse was definitely something to be thankful for.

Elizabeth still hadn't spoken a word since she heard of Will's assumed death. It was like she was a ghost of herself, and Julianne would have to shout at her just to get a reaction, and even then it was just an empty glance inher general direction. She had eventually given up trying to start a conversation and concentrated on just trying to get her to eat regular meals everyday.

As she adjusted to her old routines, she remembered how much she despised it. Possibly more so now that she had been introduced to the carefree lifestyle of pirates. She was reluctantly attending boring social gatherings and tea parties where she was encouraged day after day to tell of her horribly frightening experience at sea with such immoral beasts. She fought the urge to retort that the only immoral beast she had ever had the displeasure of being with was the Commodore himself.

She had a whole new wardrobe fitted and purchased for her, and she was stuffed into tight corsets and tiny, high-heeled boots every morning. She surrendered into the torture willingly, for she knew she had nothing else to do but give in to the social expectations of the high class women who prided themselves on their emphasized yet untouchable bosoms and luxurious locks that were never a hair out of place.

After an excruitiatingly boring and drawn out meeting with Governor Swann of Elizabeth's progress, or lack thereof, Julianne was at home poking her dinner absentmindedly with her fork. James was still out, and she feared that he was returning to his old habits. Troubling memories found their way into her mind and one of the servants, a young girl named Jane, made her presence known with a shy knock on the wall. "Miss? Someone is here to see you."

She looked up from her plate, startled. She supposed it wasAllan O'Connor, a kindly old Irish man who had been the only one to ever suspect anything violent going on in the Norrington residence. He had been gracing her with his concerned presence ever sinceshe had gotten back. She contemplated the idea of just sending him on his way, but decided against it asshe feltshe could use a little friendlycompany. "Alright, I'll be right there."

She set her empty wine glass next to the half empty wine bottle of which the missing contents were all now in her stomach. Not thinking about Jack had been harder than she had imagined, and she found herself picking up James old drinking habits in attempts to rid her thoughts of the roguishly handsome pirate that had completely stole her heart and left nothing for her husband to win back with his suddenly improved manners.

Impeccable timing, James, she thought bitterly asshe walked through the hallway towards the entry room. Her stomach dropped as she saw that her visitor was not Mr. O'connor, but in factAna Maria, one of the many whom Julianne had assumed was lost in the dreadful events of six weeks ago along with Will and Jack and the rest of the crew.

Julianne found herself at a loss for words, but inside, she was raging with emotion. She dared to let her hopes rise a bit. Perhaps this meant others had made it out of the explosion...Will? Jack?

Her thoughts were interrupted as Ana Maria decided to break the silence. "Julianne...I'm here because...Jack. They've got him and Will in the prison. They're going to be hanged!"


You didn't really think I'd kill all those pirate scoundrels off, did you? I'm not that mean! ...well maybe I am, but I was having a good day, lucky for you so I decided to make a semi-happy ending for this chapter...or itcould just make you pee your pants with anticipation! Patience is virtue, dearies!

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