James Norrington had rounded up his men and the supplies they needed for their trip. For three hours they sailed, but having no luck on a trail, they were lost. James's worry grew inside of his stomach, realizing that his wife could have been raped and murdered already. The sickness filled him so much, that even six glasses of wine couldn't cure his angst.

"Commodore Norrington? May I join you?" Governor Swann politely intruded James's silent worry.

"Be my guest…" James sighed.

The Governor pulled out a glass for his wine, saw a bottle of rum, and took that instead. He didn't even bother to pour out the contents into a glass, but instead he chugged the bottle, feeling more hopeless than ever. The Governor sat across from James, observing the contorted look on his most reliable man's face.

"I'm sorry about your wife."

Silence.

"I'm sorry about your daughter."

Neither one spoke. They stayed awake until the rum finally kicked in at three in the morning. Though they rested, neither one's dreams were of sunshine and happiness…they were filled with horrifying picks of what had happened to the women they loved.

"Baroness! We're going to Tortuga so just…stay here." Sparrow called to me from outside the doors.

I almost fainted. Tortuga?! We were stopping for wenches and rum at Tortuga? Worry shot through my mind. What if someone came onto the ship and took me? What if I was raped? What if…

My thoughts were cut off by Sparrow's voice outside. "Oh, and Baroness Norrington…don't worry about being captured…again…everyone's too drunk to notice a pretty thing like you anyways."

Though I didn't trust the thief one bit, his words calmed me. Maybe there was hope that James would come and rescue me. I just wanted to go home and sleep next to him and forget…forget the tensions between us. Living with him was a thousand times better than being captured by a scurvy infested pirate…who was also oddly handsome.

I didn't dare go outside, even when Sparrow had returned with a crew the next day. He called for me to come outside, but I was too afraid to face the people my husband hung for a living. They must have known who I was because when I was dragged (kicking and screaming) out of the office on Jack Sparrow's shoulder, they spat at the floor beside me. They gave me dirty looks and muttered curses to me under their breath. But what did I care? It wasn't as if they had any affect on me. It wasn't as if they were people of the court and spitting at me. They were just commoners…no! They weren't even commoners…they were…scallywags. I shuddered as Sparrow put me down beside him. I begged him to please let me go back into the office, but all he did was stare at my heaving breasts.

"Like what you can't have?" I mumbled under my breath.

He chuckled. "My dear Baroness, I can have you anytime I want. You're my victim, my prey. I'm you captor and what I say goes."

"You wouldn't dare!" I moved to slap him.

He grabbed my wrist and dug his nails into my skin, making red marks on its pale exterior. "Listen to me…Baroness. If you don't stop acting like an immature child…I will throw you over the side of this ship, savvy?"

He was right, in a way. He had treated me with kindness and hadn't really hurt me yet, so for that I should be grateful. I straightened up, yanking my wrist from him and stepping to the side.

"What do you want with me anyways?" I asked, covering my face with the placid brick wall I usually held up in times of danger.

"I didn't want anything to do with you. But as dear Mr. Turner pointed out, you can be a bargaining tool. If I'm in need of a way out of jail or…a hanging, you're my bargain." He smirked to me, flashing his blackened teeth with a gold one as well.

I shook my head. Does he really think my husband loves me that much to risk a man doomed for a hanging?

"Baroness…or can I please just call you Brenna…or Brennie? That sounds much better. My dear Brennie, judging from the way your husband looked the moment he saw you were in my hands…you are worth a thousand souls." He adjusted the wheel slightly, pulling out a compass.

I ground my teeth together in anger. "It's Baroness Norrington."

"No, for the time being…your name will be Brennie. It's amusing to watch anger fill your eyes…as well as pleasurable." He laughed quickly to himself.

That man was insane, no questions asked. Though I wanted to get away from him as fast as possible, I wouldn't budge an inch because of the Pirate infested ship. I almost fell over at the sight of their grimy hands touching James's ropes. Or even when the swabbed the deck, trying to clean up the throw up someone had just splashed upon its surface, made me want to rip my hair out. It was as if they were puking on my husband and touching him.

"Brennie? Is everything alright?" Mr. Turner asked me as I clutched the railing.

I snapped like a twig at him, taking my furry out on the wimpy little love sick puppy dog. "No! Nothing is alright! I am miles away from home, from my husband, from a bath and decent people! I've been carried around like a sack of potatoes. I have been given a nickname which is not suitable for my position. I have watched these rubbish, scurvy infested pirates touch my husbands things and I just can't stand it any more!"

Everyone stopped to look at me. I had never had an outburst like that before and quite frankly…it felt pretty damn good.

"Do they raise all noble women like that, or is it just her?" Sparrow asked Will, who only shrugged.

"Brennie, you may go back to you're husband's office now…" Sparrow ordered.

Thanking God for giving me a way out, I bolted from them, locking myself yet again in my husband's office, an annoyed feeling replacing my feelings of fear.