Clara stood by Johnny’s grave, holding Rose. The little girl was now three months. Cutler stood behind her, and Jack stood back with the rest of the crowd. She couldn’t cry, for she had cried nearly all her tears, but there was still a few left in there somewhere. She stood there until everybody had left, then slowly turned and walked towards the carriage. Cutler handed her in, then climbed in himself. Instead of sitting across from his wife, as he normally did, he sat next to her, and she cried those few tears that were left into his shoulder. He put his arm around Clara, and patted her shoulder.

“There there, you’ll be alright.” He didn’t know what else to say, so he just hugged her.

Clara was still holding Rose, so she hugged the baby tightly to her chest. When they got home, Clara went up to feed Rose, and Cutler went into his home office. Norrington was there waiting for him.

“What can I help you with?”

“Sir, I think you need to see something important.”

“I shall come as soon as I am available.” It was here that Norrington did something he wouldn’t normally do.

“Sir, you need to see it now.”

“Alright, I’m coming.” Cutler told his wife where he was going, then took his coat and left. He and Norrington rode down to the fort, and Norrington led him to a room. Cutler was about to enter when Norrington stopped, and gestured for him to listen.

“That pirate!” That was Gillette.

“I agree with you. She needs to be, disposed of.” Mercer was in on this too.

“But how will we do that? Lord Beckett’s always around whenever she’s concerned.” Not Lieutenant Groves!

“We’ll find a way. But we need to bring his head back where it belongs. In the Company.” Oh, no. This wasn’t happening. What were they going to do? He was about to enter, but Norrington stopped him.

“No, milord. That will only rile them up, and they will be sure to kill you. Please, stay.”

Cutler nodded, and stayed. He didn’t want to listen anymore, so he gestured that he would like to leave. Norrington nodded, and the two men left. As soon as they were out of earshot, Norrington turned to Cutler.

“I thought you might want to know that was happening, sir.”

“Of course, I always do. Now how do we protect Clara? Did you hear them?”

Norrington looked away.
”Yes, I heard them sir. To protect her she needs to leave here.”

Cutler thought about this for a moment, then nodded.

“I’ll ask her younger brother to take her in. I’m sure he’ll agree.”

“May I ask his name, sir?”

“Oh, I’m sure you know him. Will Turner.”

This shook Norrington. He still hadn’t gotten over the way Will had stolen Elizabeth from him. But nothing prepared him for what Cutler said next.

“Or I might have Sparrow take care of her.”

“No sir. Have Turner. He’ll take better care of her.”

Cutler nodded.

“I had thought so much. I’ll send for him in the morning.

Oh my gosh. I just discovered a major loophole in my story here. Why do I have James Norrington, when in fact, he was killed? If ANYBODY, has a suggestion, please please tell me.