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"What do you mean we're leaving Port Royal?" said Katherine. "Why?"

"We have too many bad memories here, Katie. We have to move on," said Weatherby.

"But I can't leave," she whispered.

"Why not? You have nothing here."

"J-Jack..."

"Forget him, Katie," he said, softly. "He told you he wants to separate from you, right? The Black Pearl left the dock, Katie, he's gone. He never loved you..."

"He loves me!" shouted Katherine. "He's told me countless times that he does."

"You are leaving with me back to London, Katie," said Weatherby, angrily.

"L-London?"

"After Elizabeth has given birth, we'll leave. If Sparrow loves you that much then he'll follow you, right? Let's see if he does," he warned.

Katherine shook her head. "Port Royal has been my home..."

"And mine, too, but you are leaving with me, like it or not. Go tell Abigail to help you pack you're things, we're going to stay at James' plantation until Elizabeth's baby is born."

Elizabeth cried in pain as she woke up from her sleep. She got nervous, feeling that the pain was coming from her abdomen. She pulled the sheets back as fast as she could and got up to go the bathroom, but the pain was too much. With all her strength, she held herself and limped towards the bathroom.

She knew she had just lost her baby. She sobbed as she cleaned herself and saw the blood. She couldn't tell anyone of this. If James found out that she lost the child, surely she would be thrown out of his plantation and she'll never be allowed to show her face in public ever again.

Elizabeth had to think of something and fast. "I-I'll fall off a horse," she whispered. She nodded to herself. "But before I have to blame someone for the loss."

Early the next morning, Elizabeth ordered a horse to be readied for her use. She did her best to dress and contain herself from showing any pain. As she walked towards the courtyard, she bumped into James. He rolled his eyes seeing her and attempted to ignore her, but she stopped him.

"Wait, James, please," she said.

"What do you want," he scowled.

Elizabeth glared at him. "I wanted to ask you not to make it publicly known that you're sleeping with other women."

James laughed. "Other women? Please, Elizabeth. The only woman I've fucked lately is that gypsy, Carmen. You remember her, don't you?"

"And you dare say it to my face like that? I'm your wife and I deserve respect while I am living in your house."

"Leave then," he said, smirking.

"Leave? I'm carrying your baby," she hissed.

James shrugged. "I'm not sure it's mine."

"Of course, it's yours, but I realize you have nothing but hatred towards this child. You won't care if I lost it."

"Don't say stupidities," he snapped.

"It's true! You want this child to die," she accused.

"Shut up!" he ordered.

"No, I won't. I'm tiered of so much hated, and if I get upset and our baby dies, it'll live in your conscience forever."

James sighed as she left. Her words entered from one ear and felt out the other. Elizabeth went onto the stable and ask someone to help her get on the horse. Though she had little experience, she didn't care. It was the only way she could stay being James' wife.

Elizabeth rode until she saw a figure of a woman, only realizing that it was Katherine. Out of nowhere something had scared the horse, making it go wild.

Katherine watch in horror as her sister struggled to get the horse in order again, but she was failing miserably. She had been walking on the grounds and was shocked to see her sister riding a horse, especially when she was pregnant.

Elizabeth gave out a bone-chilling scream when she fell off the horse. Her back hit on a large boulder that was there. Katherine saw the blood coming out of Elizabeth's mouth.

"It just had to be you," only said Elizabeth.

Before a second thought, Katherine ran furiously back to the house in search for help. "James," she yelled, when she saw him by the courtyard. "James, please, come help! Lizzie fell off the horse! She's badly injured!"

"Where is she?" demanded James.

"I-I'll show you," she said, running back to the spot when Elizabeth lay.

When they found her, James quickly carried her back to the house. Elizabeth moaned in pain as James laid her on a bed. Weatherby came rushing in along with Abigail and Will.

"What happened?" asked Weatherby.

"She was riding a horse," explained James.

"It was my fault. The horse probably scared when it saw me," said Katherine, guiltily.

"But why was she on the horse in the first place?" wondered Weatherby, trying to console his daughter. "We have to call the doctor! Elizabeth, hold on, sweetheart. It'll all be fine.

Will nodded and went straight to it.

They all rushed towards the doctor as he got out of Elizabeth's room. "How is she, doctor," asked Weatherby, anxiously.

The doctor sighed. "I don't think she'll be able to save herself. Her back vertebrate is fractured and some of her ribs collapsed on her lungs." Katherine gasped and sobbed at the news. James put a hand on her shoulder. "I have her something to ease the pain."

"And the child?" asked Weatherby.

The doctor pressed his lips together. "I think she had lost the baby already," he explained. Everyone looked at him in disbelief. "At least before the accident."

James sighed. That's why she was pulling the guilt trip on me, he thought. Weatherby only nodded and took Katherine back to Elizabeth's room.

"Father, it's all my fault," cried Katherine.

Weatherby shook his head. "No, Katie. She shouldn't have been on that horse."

Katherine noticed his tearful expression. "Come, let's see how your sister is doing."

"Lizzie," whispered Katherine, holding her hand. Elizabeth couldn't move whatsoever and her eyes were already drooping.

"Why did you do it?" asked Elizabeth.

Katherine stayed quiet for a moment. "I didn't do anything."

"You scared the horse."

Katherine sighed. "It wasn't my fault, Lizzie."

"You've made me so unhappy, sister," said Elizabeth with difficulty. "I loved Jack very much. You took him from me."

Katherine shook her head. "I didn't take him from you," she said, gently.

"Yes," she panted. "You did and I'll never forgive you for that."

Katherine furrowed her brow. "Don't say that."

"And now, I'm going to die, while you'll be happy..."

"No, Lizzie," interrupted Katherine. "Never again will I be happy, so many things have happened... besides, Jack no longer wants to be with me."

"You're lying."

"I swear, it's true. Father even told me that we're leaving to London."

Elizabeth glared at her. "You're lying to me."

"If you don't believe me, then ask him."

Elizabeth squeezed her hand. "Then, swear to me, promise me that you'll never go back to him." Katherine couldn't believe what she was hearing, but seeing her sister in that pain devastated her. "So that I can die in peace, please."

"Yes," she said without thinking. "I swear it to you."

Weatherby came in along with a priest just in the last moments of Elizabeth's life.

...

She died a few hours later with her last word being Jack's name.

Two days later, late at night, while Katherine slept in the governor's mansion, in came Jack. Silently he crept into the room. He sat next to the bed and watched her sleep, one last time.

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