I must forwarn everybody that this part of the story is really short...I don't know if I said that earlier...but it's just a reminder. This might only be ten chapters, but 2 & 3 are super long. Enjoy ma petite cheries!

A knock came to the door of the office while I changed.

"Brennie! Sleeping yet?" A husky voice came from beyond the door.

I quickly pulled open the door revealing myself, for the first time, dressed in men's clothes to another man. I had found some in a small drawer in a cabinet and gratefully put it on, reveling in the amount of room it gave me.

Sparrow looked me up and down in the doorway, smiled, and then held out a bottle of rum to me.

"I don't drink." I said, about to shut the door.

He pushed me aside without effort and glanced at the four empty bottles of wine. "No, but you certainly were thirsty."

I blushed at myself. My nerves were shot and the only way I could get rid of my growing anguish was to down as much ailment as I could. Sparrow plopped a seat in front of a mantle that held a portrait of me above it. He eyed it aimlessly and took a swig from his bottle of rum.

"What's it like…in your world I mean? Don't you ever get tired of the rules and stress?" He asked slouching down into his chair, feeling more relaxed than before.

I sighed and took the bottle of rum from him. What could it hurt? I would never go back to that life anyways. "Freedom? There was too much of it in that world of mine. Of course one had to get married to whom she was forced to by her parents and be perfect…but there were days when one could just sit and do absolutely nothing. It was bliss…"

"You mean it is bliss." He said, still gazing at my picture.

Confusion twisted my face while I stayed silent.

"Brennie…I have every intention of returning you back to your very depressing husband the Commodore. And by the way…you didn't marry whom your parents chose for you."

"What?" I asked; sheer hate ringing in my voice.

He chuckled at me. "You said that you're forced to marry a man chosen by your parents. But you didn't."

"Excuse me?" I said, clenching the sides of the chair with my hands, making my knuckles go white. He couldn't possibly know about Beckett…

But as soon as he had said it, he closed his eyes and fell asleep leaving me to deal with his words and his smell.