Three days passed before Luna saw James again. They hardly spoke as they veered through to the prison. She was even relatively quiet when speaking to her family. That is to say, for the most part.

"What is your problem with me?" Luna asked Esmeralda suddenly. "Why are you always so hostile with me? What have I done?"

The young woman scoffed. "Please. If it wasn't for you I would still be with Christoph and Nicolai."

"Your husband and son?" Luna asked. Esmeralda nodded. "Look, not everything that happens is because of me."

"You are Sati-Sara, are you not?" the sister asked.

Luna nodded. "Do you know the myth? The Greek myth? The one that states Sati-Sara gave up her powers to her daughters and ex-lover? More like charged them with her duty. Still, I'm not the only one working the wheels of fate. In fact, I'm only playing a minimal part. But if you want to return to your family by all means go ahead, but something tells me that you will not like what has become of your husband."

Before Esmeralda had a chance to ask what she meant, Luna gestured to Norrington who unlocked the cell door. "Before you leave would you like to see what's become of him?"

"No matter what you show me, I know my husband."

Luna lifted her loose shirt; she'd chosen to dress as the Romani people did. On her stomach was a tattoo of an olive branch, on which sat a sparrow and a cross. Carved over the branch was a heart-shaped scar. "I thought I knew the men in my life, too." A sad smile crossed her face. "Turns out Jacob wasn't as sweet as he first appeared. This wasn't the only scar I received from him. I kept this one as a reminder that there's a dark side to everything. Take it from someone who speaks from experience."

Estrella stood and joined her two daughters. "Luna's right, fiică. You really don't know what any man is capable of until it happens." She pulled up her long sleeve to revel a large burn scar that covered most of her arm. "The ship was under attack, Hector had locked me in the cabin. To protect me, he said." She frowned at the nearly forgotten memory. "The crew abandoned ship right as it caught fire. I was forgotten below deck. Needless to say, I escaped with major injuries and healed myself."

"He left you to die!?" Luna screeched. "I can't… fathom. I was never hurt like that."

Estrella tilted her head. "Are you sure?"

Luna placed her hands on her head as she fell to the floor, the over whelming sensation of the phantom pain washed over her. "Stop!" she screamed in agony as if she was reliving everything at once. "Please!"

James dropped to his knees and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. She jumped away from his touch and stared at him in anguish.

"D-don't touch me!"

James looked to the mother worriedly. "What's wrong?"

Estrella looked to her youngest daughter. "Esmeralda, stop it!"

The daughter looked defiantly back, anger seething from her. "It's not me."

"What's going on?" James asked again.

"It's a sensation illusion," Estrella spoke calmly. "Though I fear it's a powerful one."

"Perhaps, she's done it to herself, mami," Esmeralda suggested.

She shook her head. "Not even Luna could do that."

Luna screamed in agony again. James tried to pull her into his arms but she pushed him away. Angered, he turned to glare at the two women, but the tiny girl sitting in the corner of the cell caught his attention. "Your daughter," he snapped at Esmeralda. "She is Romani, is she not?"

"She's barely four," Estrella reasoned, reaching the appropriate thought before her daughter.

Marko walked forth. "I remember the things Lu could do when she was only four."

"Please!" Luna begged and screamed again.

Memories of the words he almost shared with Miss Jensen a few nights before flooded into his mind. She certainly was one of the strongest people he knew, though she so often hid behind her weaknesses for reasons he's yet to discover.

"Saraphina!" Esmeralda yelled.

The small brunette blinked her dazzling blue eyes and looked up at her mother innocently. Luna's screams stopped. Esmeralda walked over to her daughter and spoke in hushed Romanian whispers. Norrington understood only a few words that flooded from her mouth but he was pretty sure that she wasn't being reprimanded.

He grit his teeth and turned back to Luna, pulling her to him. Her eyes fluttered closed and her breathing slowed. She seemed to be asleep

"Sir!" Lieutenant Groves called as he rushed down the stairs. "Is everything alright? I heard screaming."

"Everything's fine," Estrella stated.

Groves looked over at the prisoner in disgust.

"Missus Petulengro is correct," James said as he slipped his hand underneath Luna's legs. He stood and held her close to his body. "Missus Church simply had an accident of sorts."

Luna snorted. "Accident, right. I bet it was the darling sister of mine."

James shifted Luna's weight to a more comfortable position. His green eyes stared into her silvery eyes, concern clearly evident in them. "How are you? Are you feeling alright?" he questioned.

Luna smiled. "I'm fine. Just sore and a bit tired." She yawned, proving her point. Her eyes fluttered shut again. "Aceasta este vina mamei mele."

Estrella smiled and sang something in her tongue with a familiar haunting memory.

"It really isn't that creepy," James whispered. "Err, Lieutenant would you mind helping me take Missus Church to my office to lie down?"

Groves nodded and shut the cell door making sure it was locked. Luna stirred at the noise of James' boots clicking down the hall. She snuggled closer to him and fisted her hand into his jacket and murmured something.

He took in her features. When they had met on Tortuga nearly four months ago, her olive skin had a slight tan to it. But now, under Beckett's lock and key, it had nearly faded away. Her pale rosy lips were pulled into a convincing smile which, incredibly, was the only healthy looking thing about her at the moment. Her cheeks though brushed with a pinkish color were sallow. The black kohl that normally circled her eyes had disappeared long ago but now dark purplish bruises from lack of sleep took their place.

Though, if he looked past all that he'd notice the beauty she truly was. She wasn't classically beautiful by English standards at all, but more of an exotic beauty.

Perhaps in her homeland, too? he thought to himself. James had noted a while ago that she looked nothing like her parents. Or rather, her mother. He couldn't entirely say her parents, for he'd never met her father.

Still, she possessed the classical beauty of one country in particular; Greece. A country of which he was fascinated by their myths and literature. Of course, he'd never seen a Grecian woman in person before, only in paintings, sketches and marble statues. But still something about her tugged that to his mind. And the more he thought about it, the more one stood out in particular, but for the life of him, couldn't think of the goddesses name.

Parsley, partner, parsnip, parley... he thinks to himself. "Great. Now I sound as daft as Sparrow."

"Pardon?" Groves asks as he finally reached the door to James office. He holds the door open and allows his superior to shuffle around him.

James just shook his head and made his way over to the couch. He set her down gently on the sofa and looked up to the lieutenant. "That'll be all. You're dismissed."

With a small frown on his face he placed a small kiss to her forehead. He leapt up in the next second to search his bookcase for a book on Greek mythology. He found who he was looking for quite easily. But still something bugged him and he found hisself wanting to speak to Luna's family on a more personal level.

He ignored the tugging, sat down at his desk and continued working on his paperwork.

James couldn't resist looking over at the young woman. Though every time he did his mind would wander back to the conversation he never should have overheard. He wasn't entirely sure what to make of it though.

One thing was for certain, when Luna woke they were having a conversation themselves.

A/n: Ohhh! I don't know about you, but since I know exactly what's going to happen in the next chapter I can't wait! I'm pretty sure it's something we've all been waiting for...

Does anyone know what Luna looks like? I sketched a picture of her, the like is on my profile. I know she's in the cover photo but that's not the best picture...

Aceasta este vina mamei mele - This is my mother's fault

Luv ya mates!
Lyra Raine Sparrow