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"Good morning."

I opened my eyes upon hearing the angelic voice, wondering if there was, indeed, an angel laying beside me. There was Chrissy, looking brighter than ever. Her golden hair and sea-colored eyes glowed softly, along with her soft smile and skin. She held the dark blue blanket bashfully over her chest with her right hand as she gazed at me, her left sneaking across the blanket to rub my chest.

"You look like an angel." I whispered sincerely, returning her soft smile.

"So do you." she whispered back, her eyes sweeping over my body before she reached down and covered me to the waist with the blanket.

"You're much more beautiful, I assure you." I chuckled, reaching out to stroke her face as her hand came to rest atop my ribs.

Her smile widening, she moved closer until her body was pressed completely against mine. I allowed a low groan to escape from deep within my throat, and wrapped my arms around her as I pulled the blanket to our shoulders. My body felt wonderful with hers pressed to mine, and I couldn't help but allow my hand to travel slowly up and down her back.

I stopped, however, and furrowed my brows. I sat up, keeping the blanket pulled to my waist as I rolled Chrissy over onto her stomach. She held her arms close to her upper body, keeping herself hidden as I slowly pushed the blanket to the small of her back.

"What is it?" she asked in concern at my seriousness.

We'd had so little food throughout the two months or more that we'd been here. Last night was like a feast, yes, but we were still very thin. Chrissy, however, seemed to be in the worst condition. Her back bone seemed to stand out more than usual beneath her skin, and I could count several of her ribs just from the back.

"You're skin and bones." I whispered, lightly running my right index finger down her bony back.

"I know." she replied as though it wasn't a problem. "But, you know there's hardly a scrap of skin on you that isn't scarred?" she paused for a moment. "I can count more ribs than I should be able to on you as well."

I looked down at my ribs, realizing she was right. I'd hardly taken notice of my own body. It did bother me a bit that I could count a few of my ribs, but it didn't disturb me as much as Chrissy's condition. Not really knowing what to say, I placed my hand at the base of her neck and splayed my fingers between her shoulder blades, then slowly stroked her spine.

"Lay with me." she whispered.

I quietly eased myself beside her and pulled the blanket to our shoulders, then turned her over on her side so she would be facing me as I drew her close. I felt her smile against my chest as she tucked her head beneath my chin and snuggled comfortably against me.

"Mr. Norrington." she whispered, her smile widening against my chest.

I drew back a bit, raising my eyebrows at her. "Mr. Norrington? I haven't been called that since I was just a lad."

"That's who you are when you enter our bedroom, or whenever you're spending time with your family. Your admiral mask, or society mask, which ever you prefer to call it, fades away, and you're just Mr. Norrington. Not the 'Scourge of Piracy', not the firm, aggressive admiral, just Mr. Norrington; loving, kind and gentle husband, and wonderful father to our adopted son."

She paused there and widened her smile, then gently pulled one of my hands to rest on her stomach atop the blanket. "I think you're soon to be a father of another child, too." she whispered, putting her hands back on my chest.

I smiled gently, and my already soft eyes grew softer. "You think we've been successful?"

She nodded. "Yes, I think I'm pregnant. We'll find out for sure in a few weeks."

I gently stroked her face, then closed the very small distance between our faces and captured her upper lip in a long, tender kiss. When I pulled back, I couldn't help but gaze at her face before pressing mine to the base of her neck, relishing at how soft and warm her skin felt.

A clap of thunder sounded softly in the distance, and I lifted my head quietly to look out the small opening. The sky was completely overcast, the clouds gray and heavy with rain. Another clap of thunder sounded, causing Chrissy to raise her head and look out the opening as well.

"It's going to rain…long and heavy." she mumbled, then laid her head back down and relaxed against me.

I allowed a sigh to pass my lips before pulling the blanket to our necks, a cold breeze causing me to shiver as I wrapped my arms around Chrissy to keep her warm.

"James?"

"Hmm?"

"Didn't we fall asleep with one blanket?" she asked in confusion.

I furrowed my brows. "Yes."

"But, we're laying atop a blanket, and there's another wrapped around us. That's two blankets." she said slowly.

I pulled back a little to look at her face, realization hitting me. "You don't think..?"

"Yes, it's possible. Oliver could have heard us, thinking someone was hurt. He could have walked right in on us, then came back to cover us up once we were asleep." she whispered in horror.

"Darling, I think we need to get dressed."

When we made it to the main part of the cave, we found that Oliver was already up and about. He was in the process of putting his shirt on when he noticed us, and quickly pulled it over his chest and down, the piece of cloth falling just a bit past his hips.

"I apologize. I didn't realize you two were up yet." he rushed.

I looked up at James, then squeezed his hand reassuringly as I led him to the fire. "That's alright, Oliver. Have you begun cooking breakfast yet?"

"No, Ma'm. I've been watching the sky…it looks as though there's going to be a bad storm." he said quietly, glancing at us rapidly from the corner of his eye as he prepared breakfast.

"Are you alright, Oliver?" I asked when he kept dropping things.

"I'm fine." he rushed. "I don't like thunder, or storms in general. They make me skittish."

In another attempt to get breakfast started, Oliver tried to build a spit over the fire. His hands were simply shaking too much, and the sticks fell to the floor with a light clatter. When this happened, he just sighed heavily and covered his face with his hands. This is when I decided to intervene.

"Oliver," I said quietly, easing myself beside him on the floor. "We woke up with an extra blanket this morning. Did you see us doing our…night activities?" I whispered in haste, my face turning crimson.

"I didn't see anything!" he nearly shouted, his head snapping up as his eyes flickered between mine and James's gaze. "I woke sometime during the night, and you two weren't in your bed. I got up and walked down the tunnel, and…" he paused as his face turned scarlet. "I saw your backside, Sir." he mumbled to James as he covered his face. "I realized what had been going on and I ran as quickly as I could to give you your privacy. I came back later and covered you with a blanket, once the two of you were asleep. I didn't see anything, I promise! I didn't even look! I closed my eyes as soon as I knew you would come into my sight, then tossed the blanket on you."

By the time he finished, I was trying not to laugh. It seemed as though he wasn't shaken by what he'd seen, but by thinking we would be furious with him! I glanced up at James, who wore an amused expression, then smiled as I pat Oliver on the shoulder.

"What are you cooking for breakfast?" I asked casually.

"I didn't--What?" he asked, confused at the sudden change in subject.

"I said, what are you cooking for breakfast?" My voice was laced with amusement.

"Uh…Well, something that hasn't gone bad yet. Our food supply is alarmingly low. I had planned on going fishing this morning, but then I saw the sky. Like I said, storms make me skittish. Even just looking at a dark, cloudy sky makes me stand on edge. Cowardly, isn't it?" he finished with a chuckle, shaking his head.

I smiled softly, then pat his shoulder again. "You're not cowardly, you've shown us that with your life story."

He mumbled something, so quietly that I wasn't able to catch it.

"I'm sorry?"

"Hmm? Oh, nothing. I wish I could have gone fishing this morning."

My smile returned. "That's alright, Oliver. Is there any fruit left? Anything that hasn't gone bad?"

"Oh, we've a few coconuts, and a pineapple or two. That's about all. I told you, our supply is alarming low."

"Hmm." Was all James said.

"Is something the matter, Darling?" I asked quietly.

He still remained in thought for a moment or so more, before snapping back to reality. "Hmm? I'm sorry. No, nothing is the matter."

Perhaps he'd managed to catch what Oliver had said? Certainly it couldn't be bad? I would have to question my dear husband later.

After an awkward moment of silence, Oliver spoke up again. "Well then. I'll get any good, unspoiled fruit that I can find."

"Relax, Darling. He'll be back." James soothed as he rubbed my shoulders.

I continued staring out the bamboo and vine covered entrance of our cave, looking for any sign of Oliver. "But he's been out there for two hours! It's been raining quite heavily for one hour of that time."

I only heard James sigh in defeat, probably not knowing what to say.

"Why wouldn't you let me gather the food? I know this island as well as I know you, possibly even better." I whispered. "He could be scared out of his mind out there."

"I don't want you out there. He's younger and much faster than both of us. He'll be fine."

"What is it that you're afraid of?!" I hissed. "Ever since the accident with our first baby, you've been completely over-protective!"

"That's just it!" he hissed back. "Davis is probably back on the island, probably has been for weeks!" he sighed, trying to calm himself. "Look, that wasn't the first time he's taken me hostage before. Before that I had a few of my men with me, and believe me when I say he's heartless, and a grudge-holder." he shook his head, his voice becoming softer. "You've no idea what I've seen him do to men, women and children. You've no idea. I will not give him the chance to do any of those things to you." he whispered. "Even if it means sending someone else out while I hide you under my wing." he said, almost in shame while he hung his head.

I sighed, then gently lifted his chin and looked directly into his eyes. "Why didn't you tell me? We could have avoided this argument." I said gently, stroking his cheeks.

"I don't like discussing that man. If you only knew of the things he's done!" he gritted out. "He attacked a ship I was on, earlier in my career. It contained my men and a few of their families. I was hurt pretty badly, not worse than a few months ago, but I was forced to watch as my men were tortured, and attacked. But, their families!" he shuddered, pulling me close to him. "It was horrible. That's why I won't let you out of my sight for any longer than a few minutes. I'm not going to lose you, and I'm certainly not going to lose another baby." he whispered, placing his hand on my flat stomach.

I smiled softly at him, and wrapped my arms about his neck. "You worry too much, you know?"

He narrowed his eyes as he gazed at me.

"With good reason, of course. But still."

I pressed myself tightly against him, just as I had last night, and laid my head on his shoulder. He didn't hesitate in pulling me even closer, until there was no space left between us.

"I still have that bad feeling." he whispered.

"James! Chrissy!"

We both looked up to see Oliver running for us at full speed, dropping small berries and such from his gatherings. He was soaked to the bone and hardly able to breathe as he pushed through the irritating bamboo and vines that kept the entrance to our shelter covered. Carelessly, he dropped the bag of fruit on the cave floor as he fell to his hands and knees, trying desperately to fill his lungs with however much air he could grasp.

"Oliver! Are you alright?!" I nearly shouted in concern as I fell to my knees beside him.

"P-Pirates! They…They were…running from…something." he panted. "Possibly…ot-ther pirates. They…I think someone followed me…they may be here…any minute! We have to take…take a risk and…go through the tunnels…they may lead out…somewhere far from here. We can't stay…I know that much." he said regretfully through breaths.

"James?" I questioned.

His head snapped up at the sound of shouting, and he glanced desperately around the cave before looking back down into our eager, nervous gazes. "Grab however much food, bottles of water, and supplies that you can. We'll toss them in a blanket and go as far as safety will allow us to in the tunnels."

"But, I've never been down those tunnels, James! There's no telling…" I started.

At the sound of shouting, he gazed eagerly and seemingly regretfully at me. "We've no other choice. It would appear that the tunnels are our safest decision."

With a quick nod, I stood. "To the tunnels."

HEY!! OVER HERE!! Alright, I'm sorry if any of the characters were out of character towards the end of the chapter. The last bit of my day at school was a bit rough, and I got a bunch of homework at the last minute. So, after being annoyed at recieving homework I don't understand, and other annoying complications, I hope I was able to get the last bit of the chapter in-character and able to make it make sense. Hey, you know how you could make the end of my day a bit brighter? With reviews! Please review! Thanks! I hope you liked this chapter!