Disclaimer: I own nothing! Except Anne Baker and I killed her. XD Oops. And Morgan White too. She's not dead though. Well, not yet anyways. : )

A/N: Good grief! I haven't updated in what? A month? Good golly! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for that to happen! Anyways, I'm on vacation now until the 26th when I start college back up again. So far I've written up to Chapter 15 and I think there's at least going to be at least 10 more or so. It's really starting to pick up. Hehe. I think you'll enjoy it when you read it. Well, Happy New Years and here's your Christmas present a bit late. : ) By the by, the chapters should get a bit longer after this.

Chapter 6

"Uncle James! Uncle James! Look what I found," the little girl cried joyfully as she ran through a blossoming garden, her blonde hair fluttering behind her as she held a butterfly up for her favorite uncle to see. It was Anne Baker at seven years old and in adoration of her favorite uncle, James Norrington, and how James remembered her in his mind. It was her trip out to see her uncle that had ended in her untimely death.

"Commodore," a soft voice called out to Norrington as he stood looking down at the fresh gravestone in Port Royal. "James," the voice called to him again as the owner reached out to grasp his arm gently.

Commodore Norrington looked up, somewhat startled out of his own thoughts. Turing towards the couple next to him he half smiled. "She would have been eighteen next month," he murmured softly.

"I'm sorry about what happened," Elizabeth told him gently.

"Is there anything we can do to help to find whom you're after?" Will asked curiously. They had never been the closest of friends but there was no reason why Will would not want to help him.

Norrington tried smiling again. "No, I believe the British Army will be able to take care of this."

"The last time you said something like that, I ended up doing it on my own," Will replied with a boyish smirk.

James tried to smile at that as he looked down to the freshly covered grave. "Your friend, Mr. Sparrow has been somewhat helpful on this subject. He has given us a name and sent both the ship and Anne to us. He has proven himself to be a useful ally."

"I don't think Jack would consider himself to be an ally to the British Navy," Will replied.

"Nevertheless, he has given us useful information to find this Morgan White person," James replied before replacing his hat that he had gripped tightly in his hands since the funeral an hour before.

"Commodore, the ships are ready," Gillette said as he approached James. With a nod to him, Norrington turned back to the couple in front of him.

"Please give my apologize to your father. I will not see him before I leave," Norrington said with a nod to Elizabeth. "And you, Mr. Turner, please do not follow me this time. It will be hard enough with the fact that a notorious pirate is helping us," Will smirked at that before the Commodore headed on his way with Gillette. He wasn't sure if he could trust Jack Sparrow and allowing Mr. Turner along would not help the situation he was finding himself in.

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"Gibbs," Jack began as Gibbs began to pass by him. "Tell me more about this lass. This Morgan White."

"She's a woman of the worst sort," Gibbs replied as he watched the sails of the Black Pearl. "Most of 'em usually have feelings, from what I've heard, but from the tales of White, I wouldn't be surprised if she's as hollow as those gray eyes they speak of."

"Grey eyes?" Jack asked curiously.

"Aye. Seems kind of odd but fitting for a lass of that sort," Gibbs replied as Jack stared towards the sea, following every word that Gibbs was saying.

"'Course that could just be a tale," he said as he noticed the look on Jack's face. "Something troubling ya, Jack?"

Something had struck a cord within Jack. He wasn't exactly sure what it was but it was something he had forgotten long ago. As he opened his mouth to ask Gibbs another question, Duncan shouted from the crow's nest.

"Ship ho!"

Jack looked up to notice the direction the sailor was pointing in before he headed towards the rail. It was far away from them but it seemed to be heading their way. Without taking out his compass, Jack had a feeling that they needed to be prepared. It could be the ship he was looking for.

"Men! Load the cannons! Prepare for battle!" Jack shouted to his men. If it was them, he would be ready.