Hello! So yeah, I forgot the Disclaimer~ I do not own POTC, otherwise I would be in the movie and have Jack and James all to my selfish self~

*Handsom= paid cab driver

*Song by Vienna Teng

Already two days out at sea, and poor Elizabeth became sea sick, how she didn't get sea sick before was mystery to Weatherby. He may of not been a seaman, but he felt just at home at sea as well as land. Of course he'd prefer land to ocean any day, for the land didn't sway, and when it did, it didn't last very long.

James came to stand beside Weatherby, his green eyes watching the older man, he held very high respect for the governor of Port Royal. For he had many conversations with Weatherby, and from what he said, he was very smart.

"We will be in Port Angels in a couple of days, Sir" he said, carefully watching the older man's reaction.

Weatherby nodded and smiled "Yes, I can't wait to see Annabelle again, it's been far too long, now I truly feel bad for those that are single parents" Weatherby replied, Elizabeth was still so much of a handful. He had to teach her things that he would sometimes become so embarrassed that he would have to leave Elizabeth to her own thoughts.

Oh how he truly missed Annabelle, sometimes he would just sit in his study and look at the painting, imagining his dearly beloved home. Now she was in holding distance. He could just hear his wife's musical voice.

James noticed that the Governor was reminiscing on something, probably Mrs. Swann, he walked to the side of the ship, the water was very choppy and the wind had picked up. A good recipe for a storm. He just hoped it would a relatively small storm.

He turned around and saw Elizabeth exiting the room only occupied by the Governor and his daughter. He smiled as his large strides brought him close to Elizabeth "Feeling better Miss Swann?" he asked.

Elizabeth nodded a little "Yes, I do believe I am" she replied with a small smile. Which made James' heart flutter a little, he didn't know why. "It is a lovely day out isn't it Lieutenant?" she asked as she looked up at him, her chocolate brown eyes, they were so innocent and full of trust.

James looked down, his own green eyes were gentle and sweet. "Yes, Miss Swann, it is very lovely, but I must warn you, there might be a storm brewing, something this perfect can't last very long." Well that ruined the mood instantly, as Elizabeth's cheery look instantly turned into a sour look.

"I hate storms, but maybe it will push us closer to land?" she questioned.

"Maybe, storms are usually a hindrance but they have been known to speed up the process." He agreed, "Is your Father always daydreaming about your Mother?" he whispered to her.

Elizabeth smiled and laughed "Yes, I can't wait to see Mother, I miss her, but sometimes Father just goes into his study and stays there. I worried about him, but Father is smart and came out after a while." she told James.

James nodded, "My own Father was like that when my Mother died, he retired from the navy a year later" he told Elizabeth.

"I am sorry for your loss Lieutenant" Elizabeth replied, while looking at him with a heartfelt look. James smiled and patted Elizabeth's head.

"It's okay Miss Swann" he replied with a smile of his own "They are together again, been for about fifteen years now" he told her.

Elizabeth nodded, by this time Weatherby had finished day dreaming and headed over to the two. "Don't you just love the smell of the ocean?" he asked.

James nodded, he loved the ocean more than anything else in the world. It was home to him. Sometimes he wondered why wasn't he born a fish instead? He would be a wonderful fish, just swimming in the ocean, enjoying the entirety of how beautiful and big it is. "Yes, it is beautiful, nothing quite like it in the whole world" James replied, the Caribbean water was full of life, he had even seen a dolphin or two.

"Yes, I have to admit, the heat is something incredible but it is a nice change" Weatherby replied "But this water, is so warm, and clear in the bays, I love how calm it is here" he said.

Elizabeth watched the two men, they both saying what they liked about the Caribbean, she couldn't find much about what she liked about it, it was too hot and too sticky. She missed England, she missed her Mother.

She walked away from the conversing men to look over the railing, in the distance she could see clouds, they looked ominous. The hair on the nape of her neck stood on end, and she shivered. All together this was not a good feeling.

Not but two hours later the storm hit, and it hit hard. Thankfully was not a hurricane but this was as close as it'd get before it became a hurricane. Elizabeth and Weatherby were stopped up in their shared room. Weatherby was sitting in a chair, by a table, while Elizabeth hid under the covers, cowering because of the ocean's mighty strength.

Elizabeth poked her head out from under the covers "Father, I am scared" she said, as she shivered. Weatherby looked as his frightened daughter, he was trying to be strong. But the ships constant movement, made him a little faint. But seeing Elizabeth terrified he got up, on shaky legs mind you, and went over and sat next to Elizabeth and sat next to her, drawing her close he looked down at her.

"Don't be scared Elizabeth, this water won't hurt us" he assured her, even when they heard the wood groan under the pressure of a large wave hitting against the side of the ship, making the ship shiver. "What was that song that Annabelle always sang to you when you were scared?" he asked, mostly to himself. "Ah, that lullaby, pardon my horrible singing voice" he told his sweet daughter. He cleaned his throat and began to sing to Elizabeth.

little child, be not afraid
though rain pounds harshly against the glasslike an unwanted stranger, there is no danger
I am here tonight

little child, be not afraid
though thunder explodes and lightning flash
illuminates your tear-stained faceI am here tonight

and someday you'll knowthat nature is so
the same rain that draws you near me
falls on rivers and land
on forests and sand
makes the beautiful world that you'll seein the morning

little child, be not afraid
though storm clouds mask your beloved moon
and its candlelight beams, still keep pleasant dreams
I am here tonight

little child, be not afraid
though wind makes creatures of our trees
and their branches to hands, they're not realunderstand

and I am here tonight

for you know, once even I was alittle child, and I was afraid
but a gentle someone always cameto dry all my tears, trade sweet sleep for fears
and to give a kiss goodnight

well now I am grown
and these years have shownthat rain's a part of how life goes
but it's dark and it's late
so I'll hold you and wait'til your frightened eyes do close
and I hope that you'll know...

everything's fine in the morning
the rain'll be gone in the morning
but I'll still be here in the morning*

He looked down at Elizabeth, and she was half way awake. She smiled at him "Father, you sing worse than Mother" she told him with a small smile, she kissed her Father's cheek and then settled against his side. He smiled, of course he couldn't sing as well as Annabelle, she had the voice of an angel, he… well he croaked.

He laid Elizabeth down on her bed, and he got up and stumbled to the front door to peer outside. He instantly regretted it, for cold ocean spray to hit his face. And the outside looked like a watery hell. James this time was by the door "Governor!" he exclaimed.

James doubt he could feel anything right now, other than pain. His uniform was soaked, and he could only feel the cold, the spray was like icy needles on his skin. When he saw the door open, he instantly went to them, they didn't need to know how cold it was, "Governor!" he exclaimed. He saw Weatherby's shocked face, about how cold it was, well surprise! It was freezing cold "Governor, please go back inside." he pleaded, Weatherby instantly agreed and went back inside. James instantly regretted the sudden absence of heat.

It made him want to go back into the warm cabin, but that would be cruel to leave his crew out in the cold and he enjoying the warmth. He clenched his teeth and then turned around and helped the nearest person to him. He hated how bitter cold the ocean was, he knew the oceans wrath, and it was a terrible thing sometimes. It only made him love it even more.

The storm lasted three more hours. By the time it subsided, everybody was exhausted. James felt like his limbs were made of heavy rocks, and his eyelids were so heavy. He looked around, he knew he wasn't the only one that felt like that. Everybody retired to their cots (Room for James) except for four people, who were resting during the whole ordeal.

James was glad to get to his room, the warmth greeted his chapped lips and cheeks. He sighed as he removed his coat and shoes, placing his sword in a holder next to his bed. Bed, how inviting it was. He looked around, paranoia was present, seeing nobody, he ungracefully fell on his bed, which made a small groan because of his weight. He didn't care. He pulled his legs up. Soon he was out cold, a light snoring was emitted from his lips as his lips were parted, and his eyelids closed.

He dreamt, he was sitting on a chair, one leg crossed over the other, and a book resting in his lap, he couldn't make out the title, but the cover was one familiar to his calloused hands. There was a table beside him, and it was sunny out. On top of a table was a tea cup, he could smell his favorite tea waffling from the cup. Taking a drink he looked up, to see a woman that he had never seen before. A sense of familiarity over took up, like this woman was something very special to him.

He could feel a smile tugging at his face. As he sat up in his chair and set the book aside. "Good Morning" he greeted the faceless woman, but he could tell she was smiling as well.

"Good Morning to you, sleeping beauty. You know, you are so adorable when you sleep Admiral" Her voice purred in his ear. James could feel his heart flutter, he reached up and tenderly touched the woman's hair, it was wet and smelt clean. She must of just gotten out of a bath. He grabbed a hold of the girl and planted a kiss on her wrist and then her neck. The woman wiggled a little as he could feel the heat radiating off her cheeks.

"I love it when you blush" he replied in a husky voice. The woman was able to wiggle away, and smile back at him.

"James, you are such a tease" she said while gently slapping his chest, she then sighed as she leaned against James, which he then pulled her down into his lap. Her face then contorted as she then called "Lieutenant! Lieutenant! Wake up Sir!"

James was cruelly awakened by a young man. "Gillette, what is wrong?" He asked, his voice groggy from lack of sleep.

The young man named as Gillette was gently shaking his commanding officer awake "We see land sir, would like to think you would like to call it" Gillette said with a small smile.

James groaned as he sat up. His hair was a little frizzy, and his body sure didn't like to be woken up "How long was I out?" he asked.

"Three hours Sir" Gillette replied.

He was asleep for three hours? It only felt like three minutes, and what about that weird dream? It was so fresh in his mind. He swore he could see her face in the dream, her hair, what did it look like again? As the seconds ticked by, his dream was fading fast.

After a minute, it seemed like it had faded, yet it was still fresh in his mind. He stood and fixed his effects, "Thank you Gillette" he said, the boy nodded and left. James looked into his mirror, there were bags under his eyes. He needed to sleep more.

James came back out, as was expected of him. He hid a yawn behind his hand as he strolled to the side, and there enough, there was land, he just hoped it was Port Angels.

"Gillette, is that Port Angels?" he asked, the man that appeared next to him nodded. "Thank God, I want something other than gruel" James joked.

Elizabeth and Weatherby accompanied the two. "Port Angels, I can't believe it, Elizabeth, we will be able to see your mother again much sooner" Weatherby exclaimed.

James stepped in "Ah, I am sure the storm delayed their ship, they are still due in a few days". He hated to kill the joy in the older man's joy, but he didn't want him to be worrying about her either.

Elizabeth smiled, this meant she could explore Port Angels, they had time to kill.