I stood behind James, and watched him help prepare for the journey. They had decided which route to find the Black Pearl was the best one, and to take the Dauntless. "James," I said suspiciously," are you sure that that was a smart move?"

"And which move would that be?"

"To just dismiss Mr. Turner's idea like you did. Mr. Sparrow might have actually been able to help. And not only was it a, must I say it, dumb decision, but it was rather rude as well!"

"Heather, I am I commodore! Everyday, people think that I'm being rude when I yell at the troops!"

"James, I am a MOTHER! I can tell in a split second when you're just being plain rude! It's a mother's instinct, dear James. It comes with pregnancy. You can't deny that I have it."

James would not admit defeat. "Heather, I have a job to uphold!" He said, trying to sound standoffish.

"So which is more important here, James?" I said, my hormones going wild," Your job, or being nice to people?" James didn't say anything. "You need to choose a side, James. That is what life is about."

James was about to reply when a soldier rushed up on us. "I'm sorry for interrupting you two," the soldier said, "but we've got an emergency. Sparrow and Turner have taken over the Dauntless, and they've captured Miss Antoinette."

James looked back at me. "We will settle this later," He said before pacing alongside the soldier to the Dauntless. I smiled, knowing that I had won, before walking a yard behind James.

I caught up to James when he stopped to look at the Interceptor through his spyglass. "Lord," he said, sensing that I was there with him, "They actually did capture her." I had thought that that was a lie that the soldier had told to get James over there quicker. Once James took the spyglass away from his eye, I tried to grab it from him as he was shouting orders, but he would not let go. Two could play at that game! I bit him, which made him instantly release his grip.

As I looked through the spyglass, I could feel him glaring at me, but he couldn't say anything to me, because he was too busy giving orders to the troops. I couldn't care less. He was my brother, we had fights like these all the time, and they were always mended. All I cared about right then was what I was watching through the spyglass.

What I saw was quite odd, and yet funny. I saw Antoinette standing there with Will, yelling at him. What she was yelling at him for was almost defiantly what he had said and done to James earlier that evening. He yelled something back, and she kicked him in the knee. As he bent down to hold his knee, I couldn't help to laugh at Antoinette's attitude.

I put the spyglass down, and Cutler came up behind me. "Hello dear," He said, giving me a little peck on the cheek. "I need you to come back to the mansion with me."

"Why?" I asked.

"It's too hot for you to be out here in your delicate condition."

"CUTLER BECKETT!" I yelled at him, suddenly angry. "I can take care of myself, thank-you very much!" I then started to cry. "You don't trust me, do you?!?"

"Yes, yes my dear. I trust you very much! I just want to protect you is all!" He hugged me. "And besides, I need to be in a nice, quiet place so I can talk business with you."

I looked into his blue-green eyes for a second before making my decision. "Ok," I said.

"Good. Now then, there is a carriage waiting for us, so let's go."

"Oh! Wait a second, I need to do something!" I said, walking away from him and towards James, who was standing on the Dauntless. Apparently, Sparrow had tricked us all into thinking that he was going to steal the Dauntless. Although James looked stressed, I went up to him, and gave him a quick hug and peck on the cheek.

"Good-bye, James. The four of us will miss you."

"Good bye, Heather. Incase I do not return in time, or at all, have a safe pregnancy and delivery. And take good care of everyone."

I smiled at him. "Don't talk like that. You WILL return. I have faith in you."

"Thank-you. You had best go back to lord Beckett now, we are getting ready to go off into open seas."

I obeyed. I walked back to Cutler, and as the two of us were walking back to the carriage, I suddenly felt tired. Cutler must have noticed me battling to keep my eyes open, for he said, "Are you quite alright?"

"Yes, yes. I'm fine," I said, yawning. "The baby's just making me a little tired, is all." Cutler looked deep in thought when I said that. Then, he bent down, and swept me off my feet, the same way he did the day we were married.

"Cutler," I yawned again, resting my head on his shoulder, "whatever are you doing?"

"You said you were tired, so I will carry you."

"You really don't need to..."

"It's fine. You are carrying will be carrying my child in you for nine months, so why can't I carry you for fifteen minutes?"

Normally, I would have cared about what he had said, and maybe even yelled at him, but I was too tired to care. All I did, was hold on to Cutler, rest my arms on his shoulder, and close my eyes.

I must have fell asleep, because I woke up in our bedroom what seemed like just merely an hour later. I was in my nightgown. I looked down at my feet, which were now partly covered by the bump the baby had made in my stomach. And then suddenly, I felt extremely nauseous.

I got up as quickly as I could, and rushed out of our room, and down the corridor. As I did, I rushed past Cutler. "I can't talk right now, darling!" I said, as I hurridly passed him by on my way out the door, and made my way outside. I went down by the river that we had that flowed into the sea, and did what I needed to do in it.