A/N: Not like this story is progressing much. By the time I finish, Christmas will be here. What the fizidyuk. Review… you lazy readers! Lol more like gog. Omg that's such a pretty cat. I'm trippen.

Chapter 13

Nothing was there, just nothing. No shadows, no images. Complete silence.

"Rummy! Rummy!" Gradually, I was aware of someone calling my name. They sounded familiar, like I had known them in a different life. What life was that? I had no idea.

"Wake up! Hey, sleeping's over!" Something fell by me, splashing my face with water.

Steadily, I began to open my eyes; my hand was half way in the water. The waves rose gently up along it. The stubs of my pinky and ring finger reminding me that I was still stuck in my shitty life. My head was resting on my other arm and half my body was laying on some boards of the hull of the merchant's ship that had just been claimed by the Kraken.

I lifted my heavy head and saw the black side of a ship glide dangerously by silently. Something hit my head, not hard, but not soft.

"Grab the rope." I heard the British, slurred voice speak.

"Jack?" My eyes followed up the side of the Black Pearl and there stood that silhouette with long dreadlocks, a thin figure, and waving hands.

"Yes, now that we've assimilated acquaintances, grab the rope. I've got to get to land!"

Doing as I was told, my hands slipped around the thick and rough cord and pressure was applied. I could feel my body lifted out of the water and I was dragged up the side of the ship. I gripped the closest thing near me, a slim hand with long, clean nails. My eyes traveled up to the young face of a woman with blonde auburn hair wearing men's cloths and a black three cornered hat.

"Thanks," I spoke tiredly, "You're that…girl with the…."

"Elizabeth Swan, yes, glad to see you've remembered me. You've only been gallivanting around with my fiancé for more than a week." She spoke in a prim womanly voice.

"Right, sorry about that. And now onto more pressing matters," I took the harpoon that I was wearing wrapped around my back and pointed it at Jack Sparrow's head, "I'd like to know why you decided to give us as payment to Davy Jones to save your pretty little ass."

"Ha ha, you remembered that, didn't you, my very very merciful…friend." Jack held his hands up protectively as if to ward off the harpoon pointed at him.

"Indeed, Jack. Thanks for the heads up too. Just scuttle over there and retrieve the key, like it'd be just lying right in front of us with a big sign that read take the key."

"Speaking about that immensely interesting subject, did you happen to come across it?" Jack questioned.

"Give me a reason not to finish you off." I spoke grudgingly.

"You need the chest, and I know where it is." Jack explained.

My eyes grew wider, "Really?"

"So you do have the key." Jack read my expression.

I lowered my harpoon gun, "Well, not exactly. You see, the ship we escaped to kind of blew up when the Kraken attacked it and Will has the key, but I don't know where Will is." I said all of this very quickly.

"What do you mean you don't know where Will is?" Elizabeth angrily intruded.

"I don't know where Will's bodily presence is."

"But you were supposed to stay with him." Elizabeth admonished, her fine hair blowing in the wind.

"He's a grown man, and I'm not his babysitter. Will is probably safe-ish." I thought of the attack, the Kraken whipping sailors through the air, "Or he could be in the stomach of that monster..." My voice trailed off.

"Captain Rummy. I don't think you're taking Will's life seriously. Beckett told you-"

I cut her off, "Beckett! Beckett is a load of shit! Screw Beckett, I'm done with him. As for the Kraken, I take it very seriously Miss Swan. I watched it kill my first mate." My face was very close to hers now, and I could tell she saw the pain in my eyes. My heart beat faster and there was a warning of strained pain.

I abruptly pivoted and threatened to Jack, "You better have still kept my room."

He nodded, "Women." He muttered.

When I got to the small cabin I stood in the doorway and just stared. This room, I had only left it a few days ago, but it seemed like another life time. There were the dark stains still fresh on the wood from that night I had woken up with my knife cut into my hands. Grand memories.

What really was ticking me off now was that look Elizabeth had given me when she had accused me of not taking good care of Will. It wasn't my fault; she would not be nearly as upset if it had been Will returning and not me. It wasn't my fault that he could be dead…

Christine, I had seen that same look in her eyes too, I remembered.

"I'm gonna damn kill that weasel!" Toby swore as he rested his hands on the prison bars of his cell. He had fury in his eyes as he stood in the small damp sect.

"Listen Toby; let's just forget about the whole thing." I tried to get him to relax, "We'll find the sonafabitch later." I added more quietly.

Someone was standing behind me; I turned to see her. Christine stood with a worried expression on her face. Her combed brown hair was pulled back, I could easily look over her, she wasn't that tall. It seemed weird that Toby being so lofty had chosen someone so short. I side stepped her, being careful not to knock her over, wouldn't want to do that. I always felt like she was so damn breakable. That tiny, little petite body, I thought, couldn't take much.

"Christine!" Toby's face lit up when he saw her. She came up to him and he took her face in his hands lovingly.

"What happened Toby?" She questioned with emotion lining her voice.

"Nothing love, just a bar fight." He pressed up against the bars to be closer to her. Christine's twig like arms wrapped around her husband. I decided to head into the hallway, I really felt uncomfortable standing there. Whenever she was there.

Where I was standing in the dull hallway I could still hear their voices and if I leaned far enough over, I could see them too.

"I love you so much; I don't want you locked up in here." I heard her say.

"It won't be for long," Toby spoke soothingly; Remy will pay for my bail. He moved his hands off her face and repositioned them onto her waist.

"She'll be able to do that?" Christine asked, "I heard business wasn't going so good?"

"Remy will find a way." He laughed to himself, "She would never leave me in here."

"Of course not. She would have you right up with her in all the dangerous adventures she gets herself into." Christine spook with a trace of ice in her sweet voice.

"Christine," Toby looked into her clear blue eyes, "We've gone down this road before."

"I know, but I'm just so worried when you leave. I get lonely when I don't see you for weeks, months. And my mind starts wondering, what if you're injured or even dead. I can't do this anymore." Emotion filled her voice and I knew it was love, "I can't keep going on like this, I love you too much."

"Christine," I heard Toby's voice barely audible, "Don't make me choose."

His hands slipped down to her thighs and rubbed them tenderly.

"I don't want to, but I'd never forgive myself if you'd end up dead." She whispered. That makes two of us.

"I made a promise to both of you, I want to keep them."

"I'm your wife."

"She's my captain, you knew all this before you married me, if… if you can't stay-"

"I love you too much, Toby. We love you too much." Christine spoke with hurt.

"What are you talking about?" Toby asked confused.

"I'm pregnant." Christine softly voiced, tears running down her cheeks.

"Oh my God," Toby stared at her, Christine looked at him wonderingly, his face changed and lit up with happiness, "Christine, I love you." They locked in a kiss.

I left, despite the throbbing pain in my hands from my nails digging into the skin, I just had to leave. I had to get out of there. I flagged down one of the guards, "Where can I pay the bail?" I asked.

"Up at the big house," He pointed to a larger building set off to the side in a small forest of palm trees.

"Thanks," I hurried off toward that direction.

The sheriff wasn't in but I was able to leave the small fortune with his secretary, "I'll call someone down there right away Miss." The secretary spoke as he smiled at me, I didn't feel like smiling back. That would take months to recover the amount of gold I had handed him.

I waited for them to let Toby out; I stood a little ways off and watched the two of them leave. Toby looked around for me expecting me to be there. He knew I had just bailed him out and would be expecting to find out when we'd be shipping out again.

I watched the two, holding hands. I stepped out of the shadows, he saw me. Far off in the distance, but he saw me. He waved in my direction, but I turned away. This was it; I didn't want anymore contact with him, ever. It was better like this; I wouldn't be the cause of his death.

He could raise his family, I would be guilt free. No worries.

"Remy!" He called.

I kept on walking, trying not to think.

"Remy!" He called again, "What are you doing?" Keep walking.

But I stopped, still keeping my back turned. I was so weak. God damnit, why weren't my legs moving! He was coming closer, just cut it off with him. Forget about Toby! I tried to tell myself this, but all those years you can't erase.

He came up to me, "I'll try and find some new work for you." I spoke solemnly.

"What are you talking about?" He asked, still not catching on.

"I can't ruin you family, Toby." He turned me around and looked straight at me with those grey eyes I had known for so long.

"Don't… don't do this to yourself Remy. I'm staying."

"No you're not, I'm the captain." I bit my tongue, trying to stay strong. Christine had stopped; she stood farther back looking at the two of us.

"You chose me to be your first mate, we're partners." Toby tried again to get past my emotional block.

"Well maybe I chose wrong." My voice lowered, "I'm doing this for your own good."

His voice changed to anger, "I'm staying." He repeated, his mind was made up.

I swallowed, "Don't you understand, Toby, I can't be the one. Don't make me be the one."

"One what?"

"The one that caused you death!" I yelled, confusion, anger, hate filling my voice. Why were things so complicated!

"Rem, listen, if that ever happens, it will never be your fault. Don't carry that burden with you."

"I'm your captain."

"You'll stay my captain."

I sat down on my bed, I had failed with that. Toby had died, it was my fault. If he had just gone home then and there, I wouldn't be stuck in this mess. And Toby was wrong; I carried that burden on my shoulders everyday.

A/N: Finally got this one up, I procrastinate way too much. Yes, that's it. But now I did put this one up, go me. Note to self, don't watch U-tube and AIM ppl while typin fanfic. It will take twice as long. Chinchillas are friends not fur! God why do I have to keep putting this in here every time! Well maybe because there could be the slightest chance that one of you rare readers will listen to me and pass up that prospect to buy a fur coat in the future because you read this author's note.