Beckett walked home later that day, readying himself to show the warrant to me. He found me in the nursery, playing with the twins. I looked up at him. "Good afternoon, Lord Beckett," I said flatly before turning back to my children.

"Heather," He sighed, leaning on the doorway, "I'm very sorry about last night. I shouldn't have said the things I said. And I'm even sorrier to give you this letter I received today from the king." He took an envelope out of his coat pocket, and held it out. I gave C.J and Carol both a kiss on the head, stood myself up, and took the envelope from him.

As I read the contents of the envelope, my breath became shallow, my eyes watering with tears. As I finished, I put the warrant back in its envelope, and handed it back to Cutler, my lower lip trembling.

"Heather…," He said, trying to welcome me into a hug, "I'm sorry." I looked at him for a second, and then pushed past him, making my way into our bedroom.

It was the day that everyone in Port Royal had been talking about for months: Will Turner and Elizabeth Swanns wedding day. It had been perfectly planned out, except for the weather; it was pouring down rain. Cutler, I, and the rest of the East India Trading Company men were coming in boats, Cutler and I riding up on a horse. I was sitting behind Cutler, who held the reins. "He'll live," I said coldly, still thinking about the warrant I had seen just a day before. Cutler looked at me, a kicked puppy look on his face. That was his one weakness; he was a family man. He couldn't stand to have me mad at him, and hated it even more when I was hurt physically and/or emotionally.

Once we were in the fort, where the wedding was to take place, Cutler had an officer take his coat off, and then turned to face the crowd. Will had been hand-cuffed. I stood by Antoinette, looking down at my feet the whole time. I had not told her about the warrant.

"Cutler Beckett?" Governor Swann said, pushing past the soldiers, looking confused.

"It's lord now, actually," Cutler said, snootily.

Governor Swann scoffed. "Lord or not, you have no reason and no authority to arrest this man!"

"In fact I do," Cutler said, loving to rub things like that into peoples faces. "Mr. Mercer," He called out. Mercer instantly appeared beside Cutler, and handed him the warrants. "William Turner," He said, handing Wills warrant to the Governor, who took and read it. "This warrant is for Elizabeth Swann," the Governor said, shocked.

Cutler looked over the warrants again, and said, "So it is; my mistake. Arrest her!"

Elizabeth yelped as the soldiers grabbed her hands behind her back and hand-cuffed her.

"Here's the one for William Turner," Cutler said. "And I have another one, for James Norrington." I could hint the sorrow in his voice for reading off his own brother-in-laws death warrant, and I could also feel Antoinette glaring at me.

Once Antoinette and I were alone, she turned to face me, looking mean and dangerous, not sweet and loving like she usually did. "Heather, how could you keep this from me?!?" She yelled. "You have seen me cry and sob every single day for him. I cry myself to sleep knowing he's out there or worse! I have been not only coping with this, but also taking care of Alexander and felicity! All I want is James!"

"Well Annie," I said, using a nickname for Antoinette that I only used when frustrated with her, "I understand that you want James, but need you really complain about raising Felicity and Alexander? At least they're nine years apart! I have to raise two eight month olds, who do different things at the same time!"

"Well at least your husband's there helping you with them!" Antoinette shouted. "James doesn't even know that he has a son!" Then, putting her hands on her hips, she said sarcastically, "And I just loved how that heartless pig read off my husbands death warrant without any feeling of sorrow or regret."

"Antoinette!" I yelled, having lost my temper. "My husband is no heartless pig! When he showed me the warrant the other day, he also showed me love and sorrow; which are two things I haven't shown to him in a while! Do you want to know why I haven't? Because of all the stress! He and I have been fighting more that usual! We haven't had each other in bed in ages! James could be dead, and the twins are always into everything!" I started crying, and gave Antoinette a hug.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner!" I said "I was too wrapped up in my own problems, and I didn't know how to tell you."

"Heather," Antoinette said with her usual calm voice, "I'm sorry too. It seems as though we each have our own set of marriage blues."

"So it does," I said, breaking away. "I do want you to do something tonight, Antoinette."

"And what is that?"

"Have a maid get Felicity and Alexander ready and off to bed tonight. Take a break!"

Antoinette thought for a second. "Okay…," She said. "But only if you promise me that you'll do the same with Carol and C.J."

I smiled. "It's a deal, then!" I said, taking her hand, and then shaking it.

Author's note

I want to thank everyone for reviewing! And I also want to thank Dutchess Norrington for her help for this chapter!