AN: I know it has been forever, but first I discovered that the first fifteen chapters of this story were screwed up, so I had to fix that little problem.

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Chapter 25: Medical Care in Port Royal

The ships parted ways that very night. Andrew and three other ships went with the Grim Reaper to accompany her back to Africa, but not before renaming her.

The White Star.

Jack watched as the ships disappeared. They had Morgan back, the Africans were going home, but Jack was still not happy.

Dawg and a few of his men had escaped. Jack was sure that they would easily gather another crew and start all over again. After all, Dawg was a 'privateer for the King.'

Gibbs was taking over the Black Pearl while Jack returned to Port Royal with Norrington and the injured. The outcome of the battle was better than he expected, they had only lost fourteen men and not a single ship was sunk on their side.

Still, it had been a bad night. The air stank of blood, a slight coppery taste that seemed to permeate the pores. Jack watched as the last preparations were made before Marja's Memories would sail away with three escort ships.

Kenwick walked up to Jack.

"She's stable, but we need to hurry."

"Aye," Jack whispered softly. The moonlight shone down on the water, making the waves ripple with light. It reminded him of that night in the storm, when the rain made of light had fallen from the sky.

Kenwick stared at the pirate. His dark eyes held a haunted look, a look of a man who was lost. Kenwick never thought he'd see the scoundrel pirate with that look. He put a hand lightly on Jack's shoulder.

"Why don't you go sit with her? We can handle the ship."

Jack nodded mutely and wandered off to Kenwick's cabin, his swagger muted, almost as though through a curtain of smoke.

Kenwick didn't know if Jack knew why he felt that way.

Love could do strange things to people.

PIRATE

Jack slumped to the deck in the small cabin. Morgan lay pale and lifeless on the bunk. Her chest was barely moving, the only indication that she still lived. Jack stared at his boots. The once supple brown leather was almost black with dried blood. He cursed softly and pulled them off. He would never be able to get all the stains out.

Jack was so tired. His body was cursing him for many sleepless nights and the events of the day. He moaned and stared at the rest of his body. He was covered in blood. His skin and hair were tacky with blood. He wanted to be clean. He wanted, no needed, sleep. His body slumped sideways, and he crashed on the deck of the cabin.

PIRATE

Kenwick looked out at the three escort ships that had insisted on following them back to Port Royal. The Nebuchadnezzar, Resolute, and the Apocalypse sailed behind his ship.

He could understand why the ships wanted escort him. Everyone knew that Dawg had escaped, and no one wanted to risk anything. Kenwick shook his head as he turned back to the bow of Memories. Life was cruel in so many ways.

Young Morgan Turner had been torn from her typical Port Royal life and thrown into the life she had always dreamed of; piracy. No one had ever said anything about the slave trade, but no one ever did.

And then there was Jack Sparrow, an enigma if there ever was one. The man had been sleeping with whores and lift-skirts for so long, he had no idea what to do with Morgan. Kenwick smiled briefly to himself. He also knew that Jack would never admit it in a million years.

Now, if they could just get Morgan back to Port Royal and get her proper medical care, and then find her parents, perhaps this mess could be sorted out.

Maybe, after Dawg was dead.

PIRATE

Kenwick turned the ship over to the first mate and headed for his cabin, where he knew Morgan and Jack were. He opened the hatch and stepped in. Morgan was on the bunk, pale and sweaty. Her chest was rising and falling under the sheets, really the only sign she was alive.

Jack's boots were on the deck next to him, covered in the rusty dry color of blood. His hat was skewed on top of the boots. His arms were akimbo and his head was at an awkward angle. He looked, quite frankly, like he had come in and collapsed.

He probably had. Kenwick knew that Jack had gone many days without sleep, and even the inscrutable pirate needed sleep. And on top of no sleep, Jack had pulled off the feat of defeating a large portion of the slave trade.

Kenwick grabbed Jack and pulled his body into what looked like a more comfortable position. He stood and walked over to Morgan's side. She had lost quite a bit of weight and was covered in open wounds. He gently looked at her wrists, making sure no infection was setting in when he saw it.

There was a brand on her left arm; the Triangular Trade's brand.

"Good Lord…" he whispered. She was branded a slave. With today's laws, someone could see this and claim her. It would have to be covered for the rest of her life. He placed her hands back under the covers and touched her cheek.

"Don't you die, Morgan, we need you still."

PIRATE

The wind was behind them, filling their sails and pushing them straight to Port Royal. Kenwick figured by now that news of his resignation and the desertion of so many Royal Navy men would have gotten around. What was the response going to be? How much did he really care?

He saw Port Royal come slowly into view, the place that he called home for so many years, the place that he had Marja had lived, and the place where she had died. His heart rode in his throat as the ships slowed their approach.

Kenwick raised his hand. "Drop anchor here. We'll approach the rest of the way in the small boats."

He never thought he would have to approach Port Royal by cover of darkness, sneaking into his own house for God's sake. But he was no longer a Commodore of the Royal Navy, he was a pirate.

They had dropped anchor a good distance from the port. Anyone looking out would only see four ships, nothing unusual for Port Royal. Slowly, his men gathered the injured and placed them in small rowboats.

Kenwick waited to see that they were set off safely before returning to his cabin to rouse Jack and get Morgan. He knelt next to Jack and shook him gently.

"Hnnn…" Jack moaned.

"Jack Sparrow, wake up."

"'s Comm'doe Sparrow…" Jack muttered.

"We're at Port Royal, we need to get Morgan to my house."

Jack's eyes opened and he blearily focused on Kenwick. He pushed himself to a sitting position and groaned. His eyes immediately found Morgan; no change. He stood up and the men walked to Morgan's bedside.

"There's a boat waiting for us," Kenwick whispered. Jack nodded and lifted Morgan from the bed. She hung limply in his arms, her head hanging sideways and her mouth parted ever so slightly.

Jack turned and followed Kenwick out of the cabin. He could feel the open wounds on her back; although in reality her entire back was more of an open wound. As he walked slowly behind Kenwick, he couldn't take his eyes of the lifeless woman in his arms.

Her usually honey colored hair was matted and covered with feces and piss. Her cheeks were hollowed and he could feel her ribs grating against his arms. She was a living corpse.

PIRATE

Jack sat in the stern of the boat, Morgan placed carefully on his lap. They were slowly drawing closer to a small private dock that belonged to the Norrington's. The sailors reached the dock and one leapt nimbly onto the wooden planks. Another tossed him a rope and they were moored.

Kenwick stood and climbed onto the dock. He turned and waited for the sailors to climb out. Jack stood last, Morgan still in his arms. He passed her to Kenwick and climbed silently from the boat. Kenwick tipped her back into the pirate's arms and turned to his men.

"Take the boat back to Memories. Go around the rocks and wait for us there. I don't know when we'll be in touch."

The sailors touched the brim of their hat and silently set off again. Kenwick glanced at Jack. "This way."

PIRATE

Kenwick led the way to a servant's entrance. He held the gate open and waited for Jack to get ahead of him. The older man led the pirate to the back door and opened it. He glanced around. The house was still immaculate. It looked like Sara was still working here.

He decided to risk it. He headed to her small quarters and knocked on the door. It opened.

"Yes? Oh! Master Norrington! You're here!"

"Shhh, Sara." Her mouth clamped shut immediately as she looked over Kenwick's shoulder and saw Jack and Morgan.

"Sara, I need you to find Doctor Fabian and bring him to the house. Tell him that we have a patient in grave danger and he needs know nothing else. He will be handsomely paid for his silence."

She nodded and quickly changed out of her slippers. "And where will you be, Master?"

Kenwick paused, "Sara, please, I have asked you before, do not call me that. You are not my slave."

She nodded briefly.

"We'll be in the extra room."

"No sir, I recommend the guest room closest to yours. I just changed the sheets today, it's the cleanest."

"Thank you, Sara."

Sara nodded and grabbed a lantern. She gave Jack a small nod and headed out the servant's entrance. Jack was growing tired of following Kenwick everywhere, and his arms were becoming sore.

Kenwick led the way up a flight of stairs and down the hall to the guest bedroom. He pushed the door open and ignited the lamps. Jack set Morgan down on the bed and stepped back.

Now, they just had to wait.

AN: Oh my God. I updated. I know, and I am so sorry that I haven't worked on this story, but I will try to do it more, although no promises. I swear it'll be done one day. And then, I'm rewriting it, because I've improved immensely as an author and I want this story to reflect that. Please review, they feed my soul.