I do not own Pirates of Caribbean, Disney does. I only own the characters who weren't in the movies. You know, the ones I made up. I also do not own Ambassador Alexander Swann, Isabella Swann, or Count Philip Rochester, who belong to Vilofied.

"Aye! You heard me right, Admiral." The pirate captain said smugly as he shrugged out of the filthy marine coat...a marine coat stained with blood, which meant one of my men was dead somewhere aboard my ship...or in the depths of the sea. "If you value your life, surrender now."

My right hand twitched, trying to reach for my gun without being noticed, but to no avail.

"Try it," The captain said, drawing his own pistol and pointing it between my eyes, "And I'l blow your intelligent little brains all over this nice, clean deck. As a matter of fact, I want you and your other two officers to give me yours and their weapons. Boys!" The captain called over his shoulder, "Assist these fine men in relieving themselves of their weapons."

To my dismay, and Theodore's and Andrew's, three men, also dirty and dressed in marine uniforms, came forward and pat us down after removing our obvious swords and pistols.

"How long have you been under disguise on my crew?" I asked the man that was patting me down.

"Ever since I heard news of what you did to Davis." he said bitterly.

I furrowed my brows and flicked my gaze to the captain, who still had his pistol pressed between my eyes.

The captain laughed, his laugh sounding very much like he was trying to breathe after someone had slit his throat, and pressed the pistol harder between my eyes. "You donn't even know who I am, do you boy?"

I studied him for a moment, but came up with nothing.

Noticing the blankness on my expression, the captain chuckled. "Captain John Davis was my brother, of which your murdered. I'm George Davis, otherwise known as 'Ghastly George'. Sound familiar?"

Upon examining the man further, I found that his eyes were the same shade of dark brown, nearly black, just like Davis's had been. His hair was a black, the only difference from his brother other than his tangled black beared, and he wore the same smugness on his lips as Davis had when I'd practically been thrown at his feet, bruised, battered, and bleeding. The nickname was also familiar, and was given to him well, for his victoms were usually left in a ghastly state, and usually found dead when he was done with them.

"Ah. I see! Now you know of whom you're speaking with!" George cackled. "Now then. Well done, Mr. Sparrow!" he went on to say. "You made this plan much easier by simply bringing the man to me!"

With shocked and very, very, enraged eyes, I turned to look and Jack, who seemed to shrink in size upon meeting my gaze.

He looked away from me and to George, not even offering a hint of a smile. "It's Captain, mate. Captain Jack Sparrow." he muttered.

George seemed very amused at Sparrow's actions, and stepped forward with a chuckle deep in his throat. "Oh, now is Captain Sparrow still upset over the fact that I scared him into a deal? Well, in your own words, Sparrow. Pirate." Flicking his eyes back to me, George took the pistol from between my eyes, and promptly punched me in the face, knocking my hat and wig off of my head and into the sea, exposing my cropped, slightly lighter brown hair. "Already feeling better." he mumbled.

I watched with pure fury and hatred as the man turned to my crew, who all wore a mixture of shocked, enraged, and some, scared expressions. I wanted to lunge at him, but one of the pirates dressed as a marine pressed a bayonet to my throat, just daring me to move.

"Gents!" he called out to my crew, his arms open as though he was expecting someone to hug him. "If any one of you wishes to live, you'll put your weapons down and remove your red coats. However! Those of you who wish to not commit treason against the crown and join my crew, will be shot and fed to the fish. That being said, who wishes to join my crew?"

I felt both surprised and betrayed when most of my men gave up their weapons and removed their coats before walking to the other men that had disguised themselves as marines.

"Is that all?" George called out.

Not a man moved that still wore a red coat.

"You can't do this!" I shouted in anger. "Those are good, innocent men! You can't just shoot them out of pleasure!"

George rounded on me quickly, though his eyes held amusement. "Oh, I believe I can."

"Take them prisoner." I suggested hotly. "Lock them in the brig, use them relentlessly as deck hands, but don't shoot them in cold blood and serve them to the fish."

George stared long and hard at me, thinking, wondering what to do. Finally, he turned to the men that had surrenedered and joined his crew. "All of you Navy rats that have joined my crew will show their loyalty to me by bounding the remainder of Navy men and tossing them in the brig. Anyone that refuses will face the consequences. Oh and while you're at it, I need three former Navy rats to bound their former superior officers around the wrists with rope."

I found myself thrown brutally against the railing of the starboard side, and my arms pulled painfully tight behind my back as ropes suddenly knawed at the skin on my wrists.

"Admiral, do you have children?" George asked once I was turned around again. "Don't lie to me. I heard quite some time ago of the adoption."

"Then why bother in asking?" I growled.

George smirked. "I just wanted to make sure."

George's heavy boot landed hard in my groin area, causing a pained gasp to pass my lips as I crashed to the deck on my knees. Was I ever to have more than just one child that was actually my flesh blood, now that that event had occured? I didn't have much time to think on that subject due to the fact that I was grabbed roughly beneath the arms and dragged across the board that had been placed between our ships, my legs still tightly together, trying to ease my pain.

Shortly after, I found myself being thrown into a very dark, damp cell. Two other bodies were flung atop mine, followed by others that landed very near me.

"Apologies, Sir." Theodore said once the cell door had been closed. "They threw me atop you, along with Andrew."

"Not to worry." I choked out, still in pain in...that certain area.

I closed my eyes and curled up in a ball, some of the pain having left, but not all of it, and began thinking. I began to think of my family, my loving wife, my sweet daughter, and my young son, who would inherit Norrington Manner and the miles of land with it. I began to wonder if I would ever see them again, ever hear their voices again.

"Sir?"

I turned my head slowly toward the direction of the voice, and found it was one of my men in the cell next to mine.

"My name is Adams, Sir." he said quietly. "I wish to thank you, Sir. I have family as well; three children and a wife. Maybe...Maybe we can get out of this. Perhaps we can see our families again. We have to try."

I couldn't help the small smirk that pulled at my lips. "I've not given up yet."

Melody was crying relentlessly. I couldn't blame the poor girl, though. It was raining very badly outside, along with thunder and lightning.

"Shh little one. You're safe. Mummy has you." I soothed as I cradled her against my chest. "It is just a bad storm. You'll be alright."

"Is there anything I can do?"

I looked up upon hearing the sweet voice, and found Isabella standing in the doorway of the nursery. She'd come to visit a few hours prior to the horrible weather, and didn't wish to leave while it was so heavy.

"I'm afraid not." I said tiredly. "I've tried everything. I tried to breast feed, but she didn't want it. I offered my finger for her to gum, and got the same result. She doesn't need to be changed, and cooing and singing hasn't worked. I don't know what is wrong." After a few moments of thinking, my voice became laced with panic. "Oh, Bella! What if she is ailing? Where could I find a doctor in such weather?!"

"Calm down, Cherie." Isabella smiled. "Panic won't help. Let's just think for a moment. You've tried to feed her?"

"Yes." I answered.

"You've tried to allow her to gum on something?"

"Yes."

"Her diaper isn't dirty?"

"No." I replied, shaking my head.

"Perhaps she just can't sleep. It is very common for new-borns to find it difficult to fall into a normal sleeping pattern, especially with weather as bad as this."

I eased myself down in a chair near my baby's bassinet, and wrapped the light pink blanket a bit more smuggly around her. "Perhaps you are right." I whispered. "It is fairly common."

I swallowed hard, for I felt very weak, and tired. My last coughing fit had taken all of my energy from me, and I discovered only a few hours prior to Melody's crying that I've lost a lot of weight. I'm certain I looked very frail to anyone that looked at me...and I felt that way, too.

"Mum?"

When had Oliver appeared in the room? How long had he been standing in the doorway after Isabella had come to my side?

"Mum, are you alright? You're very pale." he said as he crossed the room, not stopping until he'd reached my side as well. "You really should be in bed, Mum, you're still weak."

I smiled gently at my son. "I am alright, Oliver. I want to stay awake until Melody falls alseep."

"No...he's right, Cherie. You do look very pale. Perhaps you should go to bed." Isabella said, concern also in her voice.

I looked back and forth between Isabella and Oliver, my expression twisting into one of concern as well. "I can't just go to bed and hope she'll stop." I said softly. "I have to soothe her pain...I can't think of myself while she's apparently uncomfortable about something."

"I'll stay up with her." Isabella smiled. "You need rest. It helps more than you think. Go on to bed, Cherie. I'll not rest until she does."

I reluctantly allowed Isabella to take my crying Melody from my arms, and was slightly surprised when Oliver lifted me. "I can walk." I told him.

"You're weak." he answered simply. "I don't want to risk the chance of you falling down."

He eased me on my bed with care, and even pulled the covers gently to the base of my neck.

"Must you treat me like a child?" I jested in a soft whisper.

He smiled lightly at me while he stroked my hair back from my face. "I'm only doing what you did for me when I was sick." he paused for a moment. "Besides, you need someone to take care of you for a while. You've been doing that for us for too long."

I chuckled, but did nothing more as he continued to stroke my hair. "I miss him so much." I finally whispered.

"I know." he whispered back. "He'll be here soon, don't worry."

I sighed. "Where is my James?" I said, voicing my thoughts. "Where is he? Why must he do these things?" I said, becoming more upset.

"Shhh Mum." Oliver soothed. "This isn't good for your health. You must relax."

I felt my body shake as tears rolled down my cheeks. Oliver laid down beside me and pulled me against his strong, slightly larger frame, enveloping me in a warm embrace as he placed a kiss on my forehead. He began to whisper things to me, but I didn't hear them, for I was too upset and lost in my own thoughts. Something felt very wrong, and I couldn't help but worry over my James as sleep finally overtook my weak and tired body.

So, James and his men have been taken hostage by the deceased Davis's brother, and Chrissy grows sicker still. Could it get any worse for them? Review and you'll find out! Please review! Thank you!