Cutler and I lay under our silk sheets. We were wearing the same things as we were when we went to bed. He was only wearing his under pants and night pants. I wore a tiny and baggy night gown. We had lit a few candles before we lay down to add a romantic feeling to the room. My night gown only had small straps on it, low cut, and was cut off just above my knees. I was happy that the straps were as small as they were, because then, I could feel the luke warm skin of his shirtless back and chest as we caressed, hugged, and kissed each other with such passion and love that only a husband and wife could have.

One of the straps on my gown had come off my shoulder and was a few inches down my arm, and his hair was just perfectly messy, so that it was almost too sexy. Both of our hair was undone, my long hair flowing onto his chest. "Cutler Beckett," I said, in an attractive whisper, "I've never loved you more than I do now."

"Same as I," Cutler quickly whispered back to me, before trapping me underneath him. I pulled him closer to me, and I kissed him. Just after we started kissing again, we heard a loud noise out side.

"What was that?" I asked with a puzzled look on my face. "Canon fires," Cutler said, with a look of worry on his face. He got up off our bed, and rushed towards the balcony. I got up also, and put my robe on, and followed Cutler out side. There was a young man and woman walking hand in hand along the beach in front of our bedroom, the waves having died down. The woman looked up at us, and noticing that Cutler was wearing no shirt, snapped her head down towards her chest. I tried not to laugh at her reaction.

I noticed that Cutler was studying something far off to the left. I followed his stare, and saw the fort being attacked by a pirate ship. "Pirates," Cutler and I whispered fearfully at the same time. Cutler and I rushed back inside.

Cutler grabbed his shirt, vest, pants, jacket, stockings and shoes. He quickly took his pants off, and put his outer wear on. " Heather, if you would button my vest for me," he said hurriedly. I quickly buttoned his vest, and as I was, he said, "Forgive me for having to leave so quickly, my love." My heart was racing. "I understand, Cutler. Just promise me that this isn't the last time that we meet." A tear rolled down my cheek.

Cutler gave me a quick romantic kiss. "I promise. James and I will be safe." He caressed my hair, and left hurriedly, grabbing his wig on the way out.

I sat in bed, hoping my nerves would be calmed. I prayed quickly that my family and friends would be kept safe. I was too worried about Cutler and James. And what about Antoinette? What would happen to her if, god forbid, James got hurt? Everyone could tell that she and he loved each other. I didn't think that I could bear to watch her in such pain. I heard footsteps in the hall way, and went out to the corridor.

As soon as I stepped out, I immediately caught Antoinette and Rayanna. "Antoinette, Rayanna, What ever you do, don't open the door. Pirates are attacking the fort and town." Antoinette gasped, and her eyes went wide. "James..." She whispered. "He will be fine," I reassured her. I could tell that she was holding back tears.

After a few minutes of trying to find weapons around the mansion to protect ourselves with, we heard a knock at the door. We ran to the front room, and saw one of the butlers go to the door. "No don't open it!" I yelled at him. It was too late. The poor man opened the door, and was shot dead by pirates. Rayanna, Antoinette, and I all scattered around the mansion as the pirates invaded. The pirates chased after Rayanna and Antoinette, and one pirate with blonde hair chased after me.

I tried to grab a sword, but could not get it in time. I quickly hid in a closet and locked the door from the inside. I stood by the door, heaving quietly, holding my pregnant belly. I heard screaming outside that sounded a lot like Rayanna's. A part of me wanted to run after my friend, but another part told me to stay where I was. I obeyed the second side, and stayed inside the closet. I regretted not going after and protecting my friend, but I was torn between protecting my friends, and protecting my un-born baby and myself.

Authors note

I'm sorry if I sound selfish in here. Just tell me if I do. Happy Thanksgiving!