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Standing in the small dingy cabin in which her husband was roomed, Annabelle clung tightly to her twelve year old son.

"Be careful, and by no means do anything that will put you in danger," she pulled the boy back to face her, smoothing his tangled auburn hair and looking into his dark brown eyes. "And no rum."

Jacob chuckled behind them. He winced promptly as the movement strained his chest; and his hastily wrapped broken ribs. Annabelle scowled at her husband before turning to Joseph again.

"We love you, remember that." she finished, kissing the boy on his forehead and allowing him to make a goodbye to his father.

After a few moments, Henry Teach entered the room. He gave the boy a smile that was neither sinister, nor truly kind as he wrapped an arm around Joseph's slight shoulders.

"Come m'boy," he said jovially. "I have much to show yeh in this wonderful land in which we've boarded."

Joseph hitched up the breeches he'd been given, along with a rather large shirt and a dark green vest, and walked out silently with the pirate captain. After the door was shut and the latch reset, Annabelle rushed to Jacob's bedside, hurriedly telling him what the captain had in mind. The first thing he commented on was her dress. Roisin and Lily were asleep on the other side of the room, so they had to hold the conversation in hushed tones.

"I hadn't expected you to be dressed so nicely." he commented, chuckling.

"Shhh, never you mind," Annabelle replied, though she could not help but smile a little at the comment. "I've something to tell you…"

"So, he wants you to-to sleep with Jack to get information on his father?" Jacob finally asked when she finished explaining what the captain wanted from her.

"Essentially…yes," Annabelle replied, feeling slightly ashamed for some reason.
Jacob shook his head, his face contorted in anger. "After all we've been put through with that good for nothing son of a-"

"I think I can persuade him without putting my honor on the line again," Annabelle quickly cut him off. "He already trusts me; I just have to manipulate it."

Jacob looked at her curiously for a moment. "Are you sure you can do it? You've always been such an honest person; you're a very terrible liar, Anna."
Annabelle nodded. "I have no other choice, Jacob."

"One last thing," Jacob said, adjusting himself carefully on his sham of a bed. "You say Teach said Jack's father was Joseph Teague? The only pirate of the name Teague holds the name Edward. I wonder if he might be mistaken."

Annabelle held her head in her hands before looking at her husband once again.

"Let us hope not."

It was rather late when Teach and his men returned to the Beast's Heart. They were all rather loud, though it shouldn't have mattered, everyone was awake by that point. The dawn of morning was just coming over the ocean horizon, leaving most of the sky a fading navy color.
Henry Teach and Joseph stumbled through the door of Jacob's cabin, and Annabelle could tell immediately that her son was drunk.

"I explicitly told you no rum!" Annabelle snapped, rushing forward and grabbing her son by the arm, yanking him away from Teach's reach.

"Ah, don't m'lady…t'was my fault. Me men sort of forced it upon 'im," Teach slurred leaning against the doorframe in his intoxication. "But it wasn' all bad, was it son?"

Joseph shook his head limply 'no', a smirk on his flushed face. His chocolate eyes held a twinkle that'd never been there before.

"What does he mean, Joseph?" Annabelle asked, glaring down at the boy reprovingly.

Joseph's face turned an even darker red, and he avoided his mother's gaze. "Nothin', Mum…"

Annabelle grabbed his arm roughly, leaning down and pulling him to her. "I said, what does he mean? You'd better expl-" her nose caught a whiff of something permeating on her son's skin. Perfume.

"You didn't," she stared between her son and Teach in horror. "You let him…"

"It wasn' all us, dear. 'E volunteered, to be honest with yeh."

"He was drunk!" Annabelle cried, her hands flying to her face in shame. She could feel the heat radiating from her cheeks.

Teach raised an eyebrow at her, straightening up. "Don' worry, Lady Montel, tha' family of yours won' be in the company o' pirates much longer. We've finally found a headin' to follow. It seems Jack Sparrow is headed toward Port Royal."

He began to make his way out of the room, but before he was completely out of earshot, he called back to them.

"I daresay we payed too much for 'er, don' yeh think, Joe?"