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I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, Disney does. I only own the characters who weren't in the movies. You know, the ones I made up.

Alright, that should be enough. I thought to myself, sneaking one last piece of bread onto the tray, before covering it with a cloth. I moved to the mugs of water next, and grabbed three and set them on the tray as well before sneaking off into the galley. Saying a quick thank you to the Lord that the cook was taking a break to eat, I moved further into the room, and set the tray down next to the pot of stew that was cooking. I filled two bowls as full as I could, and slipped them under the cloth as well.

I smirked to myself. The cook had left the pot of hot water going as well, which meant I could get the Norrington's hot tea, just as planned. Looking around to make sure I wasn't being watched, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small, burlap pouch containing herbs, and sprinkled a bit in two of the three mugs. I added the hot water before grabbing the strainer near the captain's tea pot, and poured one of the mugs over the third mug, and repeated the process a few times with the two, before moving on to the next mug. Now that the tea was finished, I could put them under the cloth as well, and get the meal to them without anyone knowing what I'd been doing.

"What are we going to do with them?"

The sudden, gruff voice caught me off guard, and I grabbed the tray and ducked behind the open galley door.

"That's up to the captain." Another voice answered.

"Hang them! I think we should hang them." The first answered, sounding much too excited about killing the two people I was growing to admire more and more.

"Nay, that would be too fast. Captain said he wants them to suffer…long, and slow. He wouldn't be satisfied with a hanging."

The footsteps were getting closer. They certainly would be able to see me behind the door if they walked completely in the galley, and turned at just the right angle.

"I think he's gonna kill the woman, first. Then he'll take his time with the Admiral. They won't die for a few more days, though. Captain said he wants to get rid of them on that island we found a few weeks ago."

The footsteps stopped, and fingers wrapped around the edge of the door, not far from me. I bit my lip, and didn't breathe, trying not to be noticed.

"Hold on, mate. That's the captain's food. Ours is near the table."

"What is for breakfast, anyway?"

"Mostly toast, and fruit, I believe."

"Not worth it. The apple I ate yesterday was rotten. Might as well go back on deck."

The footsteps started to get fainter.

"What does the captain plan on doing with the woman, anyway? Not much we can do with a pregnant woman."

"I think he said something about a cliff, or waterfall, or something of that sort. Something Norrington can watch and scream about before we finish him off, nice and slow."

By the time the conversation was over, the footsteps had disappeared. I let out the breath I'd been holding, and waited a few moments before dashing out of the galley. When I reached the deck, I tried to slow my pace, trying not to be so noticeable.

"Admiral! Mrs. Norrington!" I called as softly as I could, trying to wake them if they were still asleep.

They were wide awake, however, and looked to me quickly as I opened their cell door.

"Oliver, is everything alright?" Mrs. Norrington asked.

I paused, thinking for a moment if I should tell them what I'd heard. I agreed not to, thinking they wouldn't eat if I told them before serving them. It could wait until a different time.

I took a deep breath, calming myself as I squat and set the tray on the floor. "Yes, Mrs. Norrington. I just wanted to make sure you two were awake." I said quietly, smiling, trying to brighten the mood. "I managed to get you some of the captain's rations, without anyone noticing." I said, uncovering the food. "It's a type of vegetable soup, or something of the sort. It's very good for you."

"Oranges?" she questioned, picking up one of the two.

I nodded. "Yes, Ma'm. Citrus is known to protect one from Scurvy, and infection."

"I never told you that?" Admiral Norrington questioned his wife, peering up at her through his bruised, bloodshot eyes.

She shook her head, a smile on her face as she stroked his hair. "No, you haven't."

"I brought you some herbal tea as well, also healthy. It should help the baby."

"Herbal tea." she mused, picking up one of the mugs as she smiled sweetly at her husband.

He smiled as well, and, faintly, chuckled.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Am I missing something?"

Mrs. Norrington shook her head. "No, Oliver. It's a long story…one we'll tell you some other time."

"If you make it to some other time." I mumbled.

"I'm sorry?" Mrs. Norrington questioned.

I shook my head. "Oh, nothing. I was just talking to myself." I paused. "I brought you plenty of bread as well, to try to fill you up a bit."

I suddenly felt a soft hand on my shoulder, and realized it was Mrs. Norrington's. "Thank you, Oliver." she whispered. "You've no idea how much we appreciate this. You're risking your life, you know."

I looked down, at loss for words, for a moment. It isn't often that I'm complemented. "Th-thank you, Mrs. Norrington. I believe you two are very much worth it. I'll find a way out for you three." I whispered. "Now then, you really must eat. The captain will be awake in not too long, and he mustn't see how much food I've been bringing you."

Mrs. Norrington nodded in understanding, and glanced down at her husband, who was mostly in the same position as he was last night. "Would you help the Admiral sit up, please?"

I nodded, and stood to get closer to the Admiral.

"That won't be necessary, Oliver." he grunted, trying to sit up himself.

Mrs. Norrington rolled her eyes. "Don't listen to a word he says." she whispered. "It's just his stubborn pride."

I chuckled as the Admiral glared at his wife, before I helped him reach a sitting position. He groaned in pain, wincing as he leaned against the cell wall.

"Am I hurting you, Sir?"

He shook his head. "No, you're fine. It's my back…I'm…it's a bit tender, is all."

"Here, drink." Mrs. Norrington ordered softly, holding one of the mugs of tea gently to his lips.

I stood quietly as I watched the two interact, finding nothing but love and tenderness when one helped or touched the other. I was a bit surprised at the affection they showed each other while I stood there, as well. Could it be the situation they're in? Or, are they like this all the time?

"Here, miss. I'll help him eat, so you can feed yourself." I said quietly, grabbing one of the bowls of soup.

"Thank you, Oliver. It's appreciated." she replied quietly.

"I'm…I'm not helpless." The Admiral tried to object.

"Yes, you've said that before." Mrs. Norrington retorted.

I held in a chuckle when the Admiral sighed, and accepted my help. One spoonful at a time, I fed him quietly, unless a question was asked. We actually got through the soup very quickly…quicker than I thought we would, anyway, and I was able to feed him one of the oranges as well.

"Do you know where we're headed?" The Admiral asked. "How long it will take us to get there?"

"I'm not certain where it is, Sir. But I know it is a little island, off to the side and away from any trade routes. The strangest thing…there was a small shelter there, made from bamboo and had a roof made of palm leaves…"

"James!" Mrs. Norrington interrupted. "That's our island! The island we stayed on! Is the shelter still in good condition?" she asked excitedly.

"Well…not as good condition as I made it sound. The roof caved in on the place, and one of the walls collapsed." I paused. "Wait, this is the island you lived on?"

"Yes." she nodded with furrowed brows.

I smiled. "This could be our chance! You know the island well, you could find a way for us to escape!"

Her eyes brightened, and she was about to reply, when an angered voice filled the air.

"Where's my cabin boy?!"

Captain Davis's voice…and he sounded angry.

"Quick!" I whispered. "Drink down the rest of the tea, and put the orange peelings and the bowls on the tray! I need to cover it all!"

They did as instructed, gulping the tea and cleaning their small mess. I had all of it covered up on the tray by the time Davis was in front of the cell.

"What are you doing down here, boy?!" he shouted. "Why haven't you brought my breakfast?!"

"I was just getting their empty plates, and mugs, Sir." I answered shakily.

"Their?" he snarled. "Aren't you supposed to be only feeding the lady?" he growled.

"I'm sorry, Sir. I was told to feed the prisoners. I thought that meant both of them."

"Do you want to know what I think?" he snarled, walking closer to me, and towering over my crouched form. He kicked the tray, revealing the bowls and orange peelings. "I think you've been helping them!"

All at once, I felt a boot to my chest, and I flew back against the back wall of the cell. I gasped, feeling the air involuntarily leaving my lungs.

"Stop!" I heard Mrs. Norrington shout. "I talked him into it!"

"Did you now?!" he yelled at her. "Gents, take her topside! She'll not be wanting to miss this!"

I winced as another blow connected with Oliver's stomach. They've been beating the poor lad for a good ten minutes, and they show no signs of relenting. I want to shout…to scream out and stop the madness! It wouldn't do any good. I'd only be laughed at, and the beating would get worse…or they'd come after James.

"That's enough."

I looked up in surprise, partial relief filling me when Davis gave the order for them to stop. Oliver was shoved at my feet, a groan escaping his lips as his body hit the hard surface of the deck. I clutched James's hand at the sight of him, my eyes stinging because this angel had been so brutally treated.

I heard Davis give orders to some of the crew. Though he had shouted, it sounded like a distant mumble to me…I was too busy staring and worrying over Oliver. My concentration was broken, however, when my husband was jerked away from me…away from my grasp.

"What are you doing?!" I yelled. "You should be punishing me! Not him! I'm the one that talked Oliver into helping us…James had nothing to do with it!"

Davis turned to me, and laughed. "But I am punishing you, Darling! I'm punishing you by punishing the ones you obviously care about."

I turned my gaze helplessly to James, as two of the crew secured his arms, while two more prepared to release their fury on him.

Oliver was the last one to be pushed into our little cell. Quite roughly, I might add. Since Davis had given strict orders for the crew not to harm James and I as they put us in our cell, they took it all out on the lad. I doubt he felt anything, though, for he was unconscious when James's beating was over with. So now I sit, the only one physically unscathed.

I looked down as James made feeble attempts to get closer to me, having to move slowly because of his fresh wounds. My eyes began to burn…realizing just how bad James's health has become.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered, the tears streaming down my face at my words.

James didn't reply…only laid his head on my lap. He slowly moved his right hand across the tops of my legs, and gently grasped my hand up from the floor and brought it to his lips. The only movement that didn't seem to pain him was his lips kissing my knuckles.

"This is all my fault." I breathed shakily.

"D-don't…" he had to stop after that one word, just to take in a shaky breath. "Don't blame…y-yourself."

I moved my hand to his hair, and was horrified to find blood. Upon further examination, I found that a small section of hair near his forehead had been ripped by the roots, which had loosened some of the skin.

"Oh, James." I said sympathetically, in a whisper.

He didn't hear me…he'd blacked out.

The pain…I'd never felt such pain in my life. It felt as though every fiber of my body was throbbing with it. It didn't hurt near as much, though, as knowing the fact that I'd failed…and caused Admiral Norrington pain in my failure.

I groaned as the tears came…I'd not cried since I was twelve, when the pirates had kidnapped me. I blamed it on the pain. If I wasn't hurting, I wouldn't look like such a wimpy little boy.

As the tears began to flow, I felt a soft hand on my cheek, wiping away the tears. Mrs. Norrington's hand. It felt so good to be touched by a woman, to feel something caring, and motherly, after not feeling it after so long. I allowed myself to be weak. I allowed myself to carelessly, silently, cry.

"I'm so sorry, Oliver." she whispered.

Was she crying, as well? "It's not your fault." I gasped. "I'm…I'm such a failure! This is all my fault!" I sobbed.

"Shh…shh." she cooed, stroking my tear-stained cheeks. "You're not a failure, and this isn't you're fault."

"But it is! I'm the one that caused the Admiral to be beaten…I caused you pain because he feels it."

"Oliver, please. You've got to stop blaming yourself…it'll only make you feel worse." she said quietly.

"I deserve it." I whispered.

She gently removed my bandana, and stroked my sweaty auburn hair.

"Shouldn't you be tending to the Admiral?"

"He's fallen asleep. You need to do that, as well."

I didn't say anything as she began to stroke my cheeks again, and began to hum. I felt my eyes drooping, and I found her gentle caresses soothing.

"Why are you doing this? I've caused your husband pain…You should hate me."

She shook her head. "I don't hate you. I'm helping you because you need my help…and you tried to help the two people I love more than my life. You've needed someone to help you for three years, Oliver."

"But…"

"Shh. I don't blame you for James's pain. I think Davis had planned to do this to James in the first place."

I felt myself relax as some of the guilt went away. I actually started to feel just how tired I was, and began to give in to the lazy feeling.

"What is your last name, Oliver?" she asked me quietly, continuing to stroke my cheeks.

"I…I'm not certain. I haven't thought, or heard my last name in such a long time. I can't think very straight, no matter how hard I try. I'm so tired…"

"I understand." she whispered. "Go to sleep now, Oliver."

She quietly withdrew her hands, and moved away. I watched her crawl back over to the Admiral, and press a kiss to his temple, just before exhaustion and sleep overcame my senses, and forced me into a dreamless sleep.

Poor Oliver, and Chrissy and James! This chapter pretty much speaks for itself, so I really don't have much to say. Some positivity will be coming up, I promise! Please review! Thanks!