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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.

I woke with a soreness in my body, and a light weight on my left cheek. I opened my eyes, and found James laying beside me, his hand on my cheek, his eyes red and puffy. I furrowed my brows, and pondered what could possibly be wrong.

"What is it?" I asked worriedly.

He didn't answer, he only stared as his eyes grew glassy.

It hit me, then. "James, where's the baby?" I became panicked when he tried to speak, but couldn't seem to. "James, where's my baby?!"

He shook his head. "I'm sorry…he didn't make it." he whispered.

I sat up as quickly as my body would allow, and instantly began crying. "No…no, James! Where is my baby?!"

He sat up as well, trying with all of his might to not let his tears pour over. "When you were pushed over the cliff…he hit his head…and it…it…I'm so sorry." he whispered, taking me into his arms as I began to sob.

"Why is this happening?! This…is…a-a…m-m…" I screamed through my sobs, my own words not making sense to me.

"Shh…shh…" James soothed, gently easing both of us back down to a laying position. "I tried everything to get him breathing…and none of it worked!" he cried, his sobs finally escaping.

For an entire hour, we said nothing. We just held each other and sobbed…until I cried myself to sleep.

When I woke again, the cave was a bit brighter. A blanket had been pulled to my shoulders, and James was no longer beside me. I sat up and looked around, and found Oliver leaning against the cave wall in front of me.

"How long have I been asleep, Oliver?" I asked, my voice sounding broken.

He looked up in surprise, as though he'd been asleep. "Since yesterday, Mrs. Norrington. You passed out shortly after you had the baby, and stayed passed out for hours. When James told you…what had happened, it was already night. You cried yourself to sleep, and didn't wake until just now."

"Where is James?"

"He's just down that passageway, just there. We realized there are numerous tunnels in here, and one opens up a bit to reveal the shore. Just take that path, and you'll find him."

"Thank you, Oliver." I whispered, slowly forcing myself to stand.

I walked slowly down the path Oliver had pointed to, and automatically found the tunnels he'd been talking about. To my right, there were several tunnels in the wall…tunnels we hadn't been able to see because it was so dark in the cave yesterday. They had ridged openings, like water had seeped in and formed them. The tunnel I walked in to find James was the only one with light.

I began to wonder if I'd gone down the correct tunnel, it was taking me so long to get to the end. I could see a tall, slim figure not far from me, however, and pressed on. There was a large, jaggedly rounded opening in the left wall of the end of the tunnel, with what looked like sharp, spiked teeth coming up from the bottom of it, to about the waist of an average man. Standing behind it, looking out at the ocean with his arms crossed, was James. I silently made my behind him, and put my hands on his shoulders. He remained silent and still, before putting his hands atop mine.

"Why are you all the way back here?" I asked him curiously.

He hung his head. "To keep from going after Davis." he whispered. When I didn't respond, he turned slowly, and cupped my face in his shaking hands. "He murdered my son." he choked out. "Our son." his eyes grew dark, and hard. "I wanted to go after him so badly…after you cried yourself to sleep. I almost did, but something told me to stay…when I gazed down at your sleeping form. I laid down and held you for the rest of the night. I've not slept since the night before last."

Gently, I placed my hand on the center of James's chest, meaning to comfort him. He took my hand and kissed the top, then drew me into a tender embrace. We didn't speak for a good five minutes…we didn't need words to let each other know how we felt.

"What did he look like?" I suddenly wondered aloud.

He gently pulled away, and smiled. "He looked just like you. Blond hair, your nose, your hands…his eyebrows were even shaped the same as yours. But, he had my green eyes." he finished in a whisper, his smile changing to a frown. "He was beautiful."

I understood why James had to fight down his rage, to keep from going and killing Davis like a barbarian. I can imagine how he must have felt, holding the beautiful little thing…knowing who was responsible for its death.

"What did you do with him?" I whispered, pulling him into my embrace.

He sighed. "I buried him. I didn't know what else to do."

I nodded against his shoulder. "So…what now?"

"Well…I guess we can try to make the cave as comfortable as we can. I've a feeling we'll be here for a while. Oliver seems to have gathered several blankets…we can make one comfortably padded bed for ourselves, and one for him." he suggested. "I think we should all sleep in the same part of the cave…safety is in numbers."

I nodded. "We need to put the food and drink in a safe place, as well…and the weapons." I paused. "So, just a clean up day, then?"

He nodded.

"I have some weight to lose, too." I whispered, looking down at my slightly smaller, empty belly, as the tears began to flow.

I didn't put up a fuss when I was pulled into another embrace. I wanted to be held, to be comforted, after what had happened. I wanted to get my mind off of it, though, too. I lifted my head from beneath his chin, and cupped his left cheek to bring his head down to mine. His lips captured mine gently, temporarily making some of my pain melt away. I pulled him as close to me as my belly would allow, and made an attempt to deepen the kiss. I gently coaxed his mouth open with my tongue, and allowed it to explore his mouth as his did mine. His mouth felt so warm and soft, and comforting…that a small moan escaped my throat.

This was the first real intimate moment we'd been able to have in days…We were finally alone, and able to express our feelings fully without worrying if one of us was going to be tortured in the next moment. We didn't have to worry about Oliver walking in on us…he probably knew what was going on back here. We felt freedom, and relief, though we were both still in a reasonable amount of pain. At that moment, though, it was forgotten. He was all I was thinking about.

At my small moan, James moaned. It was a wonderful sound…one both of us had been longing to hear from each other. His hands began a full exploration of my body, slowly gliding across the fabric of my clothing, looking for exposed skin. I heard a long, low groan…and didn't realize it had come from my throat until James's hands began moving faster all over my body. It took me a few moments to figure out that my robe had been discarded, and I was standing in naught but my thin, silky nightgown…The nightgown that was very thin, with a very low neckline, and very narrow straps. I may as well have been standing there with nothing on because of the thinness of the thing.

"James?" I mumbled as his lips left mine, and began exploring my neck and lower.

"Hmm?" he sort of groaned, his lips having found the area just bellow my collar bone.

"We need to stop…before we get carried away." I breathed.

He stood up straight, furrowing his brows, though his hands never left my body.

"My body isn't ready for this, yet. I'm still weak from childbirth, and my large belly wouldn't allow us to get very far. Besides," I whispered, an obnoxious smile pulling at the corners of my lips. "What if Oliver walked down here? We should at least warn him before we engage into something like that."

He coughed, his face turning red. "I'm sorry." he whispered.

"I look forward to it." I whispered as seductively as I could. My obnoxious smile melted away. How could I be flirting with my husband at a time like this? My baby was born dead! I shouldn't be flirting.

"What is it?" James whispered, now serious at my sudden somberness.

"I'm flirting with you…as though I never gave birth to child that died in my womb. I shouldn't be doing this as though nothing happened." I said shamefully.

I was surprised when James shook his head. "No…you're mourning. People have different ways of doing that. I'd rather you be doing this than searching for a bottle of rum to drown your sorrows in, like I did. That was one of the most foolish things I've ever done. Don't feel ashamed." he soothed, stroking my cheeks.

I gave him a weak smile. "I think we should get back to the main part of the cave. Oliver may be wondering if we got lost."

He smiled as well. "Yes, we probably should be getting back. We've been back here for quite some time." he whispered. He bent over and picked up my robe, then gently slid it over my arms and onto my shoulders, before gently securing it at the front.

"What are you doing?!" I nearly squealed when he lifted me, bridal-style.

"I don't want you using much energy. You need to heal." he chuckled.

"Water, Mrs. Norrington, Admiral?"

"Hmm? Oh. Thank you, Oliver." Chrissy said quietly, snapping out of her seemingly trance-like state.

We'd been moving things for hours, now. We decided to put the beds farther back in the cave, where we wouldn't be found quickly should someone find a way in to our hideout. We were able to use two blankets for the bottom of our bed, and one for an actual blanket. The same went for Oliver's. We got them as comfortable as we could. Weapons were also put nearby, within quick reach. There were two daggers under each bed; one on each side, and a pistol near our heads. Amusingly enough, Oliver had gathered four coats, so we were able to use three as pillows. For light, we were able to build a small fire. Because of all the tunnels, we didn't have to worry about smoke filling the cave, and we were able to keep warm in the dark, damp place.

"James!"

I was startled by the loud tone and light swat I received from my wife, and looked up with a start.

"Oliver offered you water, James." she told me softly.

I looked over at Oliver, my mind taking its time to register his hand holding out an empty rum bottle filled with water. "Oh. I apologize. Thank you, Oliver." I said, taking the bottle. "My mind is…elsewhere." I whispered, trying to push away the memory of my child…just laying, unmoving, on the ground after I'd tried to get him to breathe.

"It's alright, Sir. I think we all feel that way." he said solemnly.

I furrowed my brows at his attitude, at how only an hour ago, he seemed alright. "Are you alright, Oliver?" I asked him quietly.

"Your…baby, Sir…and these pirates. It just brought back some unwanted memories." he answered softly.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Chrissy asked, scooting closer to him.

"I don't want to waste your time."

Chrissy shook her head. "You'll not be wasting our time. If it'll help you feel alright, it's completely worth it." she assured him, taking on a motherly role.

"Alright." he whispered, shifting his weight so that his legs were drawn up a bit, and his elbows were resting on his knees. "You remember, I told you my mother gave birth to my sister?"

We both nodded.

"Well, she was born prematurely, and was sickly from then on. She only lived a month after her birth." he paused, searching for words. "That's why I'm feeling so much for you two…I know what it feels like to lose something so little, and dear. The other thing is the pirates. My mother was murdered by them when they raided the port."

"What of your father?" Chrissy asked gently, rubbing his back when he began to look pale.

He laughed bitterly. "He left us shortly before my sister was born. He was alcoholic, and his marriage to my mother was arranged, because their families were so poor. I guess they thought they could share the money they got. He never cared for us…our home was just a place he could stay. My sister and I were just accidents from when he was drunk. That's what told me before he stormed out of the place."

"That's horrible!" Came the whispered reply of my wife. "How could anyone be so cruel?"

"Where were you born, Oliver?" I asked, trying to lighten the tension a bit.

He dragged his gaze up to me. His were dull, and his face was very, very somber as he replied, "Tortuga."

Both Chrissy and I froze. How could such a kind, decent young man like this be from Tortuga?!

"Oliver, how do you know so much about childbirth?" Again, I was trying to lighten the tension.

"After my father left, my mother…my…" he shook his head.

"It's alright, Oliver. You can tell us." Chrissy encouraged.

He sighed, then nodded. "My mother began working in a brothel…and eventually became a whore to support my sister and I. She really didn't want to, but she couldn't really do anything else!" he cried. "It didn't take long before she was pregnant again. When she gave birth, I pressed my ear to the door, even looked through the keyhole. I was just a little thing…I was curious. One of her so-called friends took that baby in, so it wouldn't be so difficult for my mother to support me.

"A few years later, the pirates came. You know the rest. I became a cabin boy. Now here I am. I don't know how to read…how to write…I only know how to use a sword, and how to defend myself if need be. I know what you're thinking. How am I so decent, when I came from such a wicked place? My mother came from decent parents…she was decent. She taught me how to be decent, and said it was the only thing we had to be proud of…my knowing how to be a gentleman, even with all of the things going on around me."

When he finished, he became very still, and very quiet. He drew his legs close to his body, and hid his head in his arms. We could tell he was trying to hide tears. My wife drew even closer to him, and gently pulled him into and embrace. He didn't object…he allowed her to hold him…even tucked his head beneath her chin.

"You're a good lad, Oliver." she whispered. "You've been very strong."

"You remind me so much of her." he barely managed to say through his tears. "Loving, and kind…even in the situations on the ship…even with all of the chaos that was all around you."

I realized it then, why he'd wanted so badly to help us…why he'd grown so close to us so fast. He was trying to prevent things from happening to us that had happened to him, and his family. With this realization, I crawled over to my now crying wife, and the lad, and put an arm around each of them.

If anyone tried to harm this lad, they'd have to go through me. He became part of my family right then.

Yay! Alright, this chapter pretty much speaks for itself, so I don't really have anything to say. Well, I guess it's safe to say that Oliver is like their son, now. Yippie! Please review! Thanks!