Part 61

At Malachi’s house:

Corso *is sitting by the fire with a brandy and some chocolate chip cookies, reading a book and thoroughly enjoying his life in the comfy armchair looking at the last embers of the fire, not caring a bit about Malachi's resigned looks and rolling of his eyes when he came with Manouche and chose a nice little guest room and browsed the cupboards of the kitchen. He takes the book on magical pendants and rings and remembers that he's still not returned the things to O'Malley. Maybe there is a way he could keep that heart and soul pendant, it reminds him of something he's seen before but doesn't recall where and when. This time he's trying to find something on the Frances ring. What baffles him is that someone could own such a treasure without being aware of its true value. It must have brought a lot of disasters for those wearing it and not knowing that it brings misfortune to the bearer ... Oh these laymen who know nothing of magic ... *

Malachi *sitting opposite on the couch, smoking a cigarette, flipping through a magazine. He sets the magazine aside, reaches for his glass of brandy, looks at Corso* So, what’re you reading? I take it you never heard from Daphne. My connections came up empty … nobody seems to know where she is.

Corso *lifting his gaze from the book* No, I haven't heard anything. I guess I'll have to start looking for that gentleman admirer myself *looks at him searchingly* Unless ... unless you can provide me with some clues, I am sure that she's told you much more than you want to give out. Now I know that's part of my trade too, and very smart, but why would you keep such information for yourself - unless it's someone you know? *grins* Perhaps a close friend with a jealous wife? I need to get that ring.

Malachi *shrugs* Why would I worry about telling you about someone else’s scandal? You don’t care about that sort of thing any more than I do. That’s one thing I’ll say for you, Corso, you don’t judge. ‘Course it’s hard to be judgmental of others when you’ve got that Tom Hanson on your tail for dallying with his wife. What’s she see in you, anyway? I hear you were her prisoner for awhile. *laughs, takes a drink, looks at him* Why do you want that ring so bad? If you told me, I’ve forgotten … it’s impossible to keep track of all your little schemes.

Corso: She was perfectly willing, so Hanson should take it up with her and not me … and *grins* I like strong willed women with handcuffs, her problem is that she can't decide whether she wants this quiet boring family life with a bunch of kids hanging around or something more wild .... *takes a drink, eats a cookie, looking at Malachi* What if we do some trading, you tell me what I want and I'll tell you about that ring, all that I know about it. I am not interested in scandal or gossip, I just want to lay my hands on that ring.

Malachi *eyes him carefully* Tell you what … I just may know where it is, and I just may be able to get my hands on it. But I need to know what you plan to do with it. Is it a matter of selling it and we split the profit? If so, you need say no more about it … at least, not till I come up with it. If I’m unable to get it, then I may tell you where I think you can find it, and you can have a bash. Is it a deal?

Corso *shrugs* I have to be satisfied with that, I guess. I don't want to keep that kind of object myself ‘cause I think they are mostly harmful, especially this ring, but there are plenty of those who think otherwise and are willing to pay high prices. So yes, I intend to sell it once I find out how and why that ring was made and what its history is. So, where can I find it?

Malachi: I’d rather not say, because I may be wrong. Let me look into it. I’ll probably know before you leave here in a coupla days if I can get it. Like I say, if I can’t, then I’ll tell you my guess on its whereabouts. Savvy? *he pours another glass of brandy, holds bottle out to Corso*

Corso *holds out his glass for Malachi to pour him more brandy* I'm perfectly content with that. Now for some important things: when is the dinner going to be?

Malachi *frowns, puzzled* Dinner? What the hell are you talking about? You want room service, check in at Chez Roux. *sets bottle down on table* And pour your own damn brandy, I was just passing you the bottle, you twit! *shakes his head, lights another cigarette*

Corso *rolls his eyes* Yes, I am used to room service and servants and I really do miss my study in the castle. So you got no food here, eh? But I guess you druggies don't get hungry with that stuff of yours *shrugs, takes the bottle and pours himself brandy in the glass* I have to say that you seem a little out in this kind of place. *takes his book again* You don't have to have any special knowledge of that heart and soul symbolism? Could it be something alchemical? You are versed in that stuff. And as it involves blood too, and that fourth combining them must be a catalyst. *leafs on* This symbol pops up in many places, and I know I've seen it somewhere recently but I can't recall ... Perhaps a tattoo? *pulls near a second armchair and is about to lift his feet on it when he sees Malachi's annoyed and warning gaze, and he kicks his shoes off * What are you staring at? I intend to spend a few peaceful days here and get ready for that inevitable thrashing ...

Malachi *sniffs* Calling me a druggie is no way to receive any cooperation from me, so keep a civil tongue in your head. I didn’t say there’s no food, there’s plenty of food … just don’t expect me to make it for you, savvy? Help yourself … *looks pointedly at the few remaining cookies* … just like you already have. *grins* You must have that sneaky brain working overtime trying to figure out how to get back in Portsmith's good graces. It's just as odd seeing you outside the environment of that study in her castle as it probably is for you to see me in this house. *pauses, thinking about Corso’s question* I’m not real sure about the heart and soul … and the blood. I … I remember Marchand being after all components to use them to control the soul box. But … the soul box disappeared a long time ago, hasn’t even been an issue. So I guess I haven’t given any of that much thought in months. *remembers Kat’s tattoo, decides not to share that little factoid just yet; maintains his poker face, waiting to determine how the information can be used to his benefit rather than Corso’s*

At Bournemouth House:

Godley *having eaten a good meal at home decides it's time to see Abberline and heads for Bournemouth House, and despite seeing that the door is not locked, rings the bell, not wanting to intrude upon the pair ... *

Abberline*to Kat* Wait, someone's calling ... *he goes downstairs and opens the door, smiles as he sees Godley and for one moment Godley is almost afraid that he's going to embrace him* Where have you been? I have been missing you.

Godley *casting a suspicious glance on him* Now have you? *he goes to the living-room and sits heavily down in an armchair looking at Abberline, who seems to him peaceful and composed, and the remote look that he had for years in his eyes seems to be gone. They family seems to be good for him* In fact, I sailed with Manouche back to Deppville from a mission, it's a long story and I will tell it later. I just wanted to drop by to see how you are doing. Manouche is back. *looks at him searchingly*

Abberline *leaning against the wall, lighting a cigarette* I know she's back.

Godley *looks at him even more suspiciously* She said that she was feeling uncomfortable with you .... She told me a long story … about you and her ...

Abberline: And what she told me at Chez Roux, is that it? I hope you were able to comfort her, and I regret I never had a chance to tell her that she will have always a place in my heart, as a true friend, and I am sure that that is the way she sees it too. I don't want to lose her friendship and I am sure that she felt better after having a talk with you. *after a short pause* We were looking at the room for the baby with Kat, and I had a vision of Chiana playing on the floor and she looked adorable ... I just can't wait.

Godley *puzzled* Oh, that's fine, fine. I am glad that you and Manouche can stay friends, she is also waiting impatiently for the baby. And how is Kat?

Abberline *smiles again warmly* She is fine too, she's upstairs in the baby's room. I think she wasn't entirely satisfied with the wallpapers …

Kat *While still looking at the wallpaper, she' s oddly dizzy then everything goes black as she slips to the floor.*

Kidd *Opens her eyes, stumbles with difficulty to her feet flinching suddenly, pales and places her hands to her stomach. Manages to get to the door. Uncertain as to the whereabouts of Abby, she calls out* Abberline!!!!

Abberline *starts, drops his cigarette and looks at Godley, they both go upstairs, and his eyes are wide in shock as he sees Kidd, holding her stomach* Kat? *Unsure if he can approach her, he stops*

Godley: You better call the ambulance right away. How is it with you? *grabs hold of her and takes her to the bedroom* Speak to me?

Kidd: Abberline, iffen I 'ad the strength and me sword I 'd run ye through. No ambulance! Somethin's 'appenin' and I be needin' Manouche. *Glancing with uncharacteristic sympathy towards Abby.* No worries mate. Ye daughter be safe though it seems she be wantin' te speed thin's up a bit, eh? *Cringes* Get Manouche!

Abberline*nods, turns, goes to Raven knowing that he's the fastest way to get Manouche* Raven, your mother needs help, please fly and get Manouche as soon as possible, she is the only one who can help! *without waiting for an answer he goes back to Kidd*

Godley: But the hospital will be …

Abberline: No, hospitals can't help ... I sent Raven after Manouche, she will be here soon.

Manouche *outside, approaching Bournemouth House, having decided she wants to face Abberline, apologize for her behavior at Chez Roux in hopes that he won’t be uncomfortable with her, that they can be friends. Stops at the door, hears the loud commotion inside. Tries the door, sees it’s unlocked, lets herself in, calls out* 'Ello, mates, is it all right if I come in? Wh-where are ye? ...

Abberline *runs down the stairs, face pale, agitated* Manouche, thank gods, you are here … I sent Raven for you … it's Kat, you got to help her. *takes her by the arm and almost drags her up the stairs to the bedroom*

Manouche *eyes wide, follows him, they dash up the stairs, into the room. She looks, nods* Ahhh ... Kidd, mate. 'Ere, let me help ye ... *she comes over to Kidd, takes her arm, helps her lie down on the bed.* Now jus' relax, luv, I'm sure yer sound. *she slides Kidd's shirt up, gently places her hands on her exposed stomach; feels little ripples of activity, and she knows it's the healer baby, and she knows she's safe and recognizing her, Manouche, and responding to her touch. She blinks tears away, smiles, looks at Kidd* N-no worries, luv ... lil' Chiana is fine ... *her voice trails off as she feels something strange; her eyebrows go up as Kidd's stomach swells beneath her hands* By th' powers ... *she wants to laugh, unbelieving. She turns to look at Kidd, then at Abberline and Godley, smiling broadly* It would appear th' lil' lady is impatient ... she's speedin' up her own gestation period, as it were. She ain't comin' jus' yet, but ... *looks back at Kidd* I'd say, in about thirty seconds, ye've jus' advanced another several months in yer pregnancy, mate.

Abberline and Godley *both stare at her without a word and then they both turn almost at the same time to look at Manouche, who is grinning broadly*

Godley: Well I never ...

Abberline *looks once more at Kidd, then he wipes his forehead with his sleeve, his mouth half open, feeling suddenly very faint, unable to say anything, afraid that he will drop down*

Kidd *Wincing in pain* Blasted inconsiderate of 'er. It be bloody uncomfortable!!

Manouche *laughs* Ahh, I know … er, at least, I ‘ave some idea … but … it goes with th’ territory, as it were. Not much t’ be done about it. Look at it this way … th’ pregnancy’ll be shorter. Lotta women would envy ye that, luv. In th’ meantime, there are things ye can do … stretches, lots o’ rest, an’ prob’ly certain additions to yer diet, all ought t’ help get ye through it. *she lightly presses her fingertips on Kidd’s swollen belly, feels something, turns, looks at Abberline, smiles* ‘Ere, mate, yer daughter would like a word … *holds her hand out to him, to help him see the beautiful vision from Chiana, as they did before, in the hospital* Take Kidd’s hand with yer other hand, then ye can share 'er vision … *she catches Godley's eye, winks*

Abberline *takes her hand and after a short hesitation reluctantly Kidd's hand, closes his eyes and concentrates. .*

Manouche *holds his hand, presses her fingertips against Kidd’s belly, again sees the beautiful, tranquil vision very similar to the one she remembered from before … True Dreamer and her sister, Raven, Gili, Kat, Abberline, all once again joyous and carefree … Chiana’s wish, Chiana’s goal for her family. Manouche experiences something else … the feeling of a mild, sweet breeze, an autumn breeze … she glances at Abberline and Kidd, who are enraptured by the vision, and she knows that they’re not feeling this, it’s intended for her alone, as if a ray of Indian summer has burst through the ceiling and is beaming down on her. She has no idea what it means, but it’s beautiful, and she savors it, is grateful for it, and she silently thanks Chiana, smiles gently as she feels a little ripple of response from her*

Abberline *stands dazed till the vision fades and it feels to him like lights going out and it leaves him empty, he gazes at Kidd and feels a rising resentment towards her* I don't trust you. If you do anything to my daughter, I'll swear ... How can I go on like this, knowing that the dark side always exists in Kat, and it is the one who hates me and never forgives ... *and he turns around and leaves the room, goes out and lights a cigarette with trembling fingers*

Manouche *watches him, surprised, then looks at Kidd and Godley* Ahh, I’ll try talkin’ to ‘im. Kidd, mate, jus’ lie still fer a bit, relax … ye’ll be fine, I promise ye. *smiles at her, gently brings her shirt back down over her stomach, leaves the room, finds Abberline, standing, smoking a cigarette. She approaches him carefully* Ye ‘ave nothin’ to fear from Kidd, mate. She’s … she’s not so much dark as … protective. Savvy? She may still ‘ave a distrust o’ ye. But she would never harm Kat’s baby, not this baby that Kat loves an’ wants so desp’rately. An’ as long as Kat loves ye, an’ as long as ye love Kat an’ treat ‘er tenderly an’ lovin’, as a husband should … then I’m pretty certain ye’ll ‘ave nothin’ to fear from Kidd. *smiles at him*

Abberline: I don't want Kidd, I just want to have Kat and the baby unharmed. I don't like it at all. How can you know that she won't harm her? And what happens when Kat stops loving me, when she gets enough of me?

Manouche *raises eyebrows* Blimey … what makes ye say that? Kat seems devoted t’ ye, as far as I’ve seen. Once th’ baby comes, whatever would make ‘er leave ye? I reckon her love fer ye will only increase. Any woman who’s ‘avin’ a baby, an’ who loves th’ father, an’ the father loves her … she ain’t goin’ to want to leave. M-many women dream o’ that very situation … *voice trails off, she looks back toward the bedroom, then back to Abberline. She blinks away a tear, smiles slightly* S-sorry, mate. Let’s put it this way … there’s never any guarantees in life, ye said that t’ me yerself. Do yer best fer yer family, be kind an' patient, an’ hope fer th’ best. Ye can’t do any more than that, savvy? Who knows, per’aps if Kat has enough time in which she can realize that she’s safe an’ loved, an’ she has a lil’ daughter dependin’ on her … she may ‘ave no more need fer Kidd, an’ ye may never see Kidd again after that. Remember, luv, Kat’s had a rough time of it fer years … lonely, on ‘er own, afraid … give ‘er a safe, secure world, an’ Kidd may not be needed anymore. *shrugs, grins* Jus’ a theory, of course. Pop psychology, as it were.

Abberline *smiles* Now you are giving me advice once again ... I don't know why I think about that, maybe an instinct. *looks at her sharply when her voice trails off* Do all women dream of a husband and children? She's after all a pirate, how long do you think she will be content in my house with me? *shrugs* Nothing is for sure, I know. I am just nervous with Kidd. She will be forever keeping an eye on me, and whatever I do, it will never be good enough for her. I am tired of that.

Manouche *laughs* Aye, Kidd’s like a built-in mother-in-law o’ the worst kind, ain’t she? I reckon it’s somethin’ ye’ll just ‘ave to accept, as part an’ parcel with Kat. At least fer th’ time bein’. *pauses* I can’t really say that all women dream of a husband an’ children. Don’t know why I said that. I’m a bit head over heels about this baby, so I s’pose she’s makin’ me feel more sentimental than usual. Malachi always said that were me biggest failin’ as a pirate, me sentimental streak. *grins* That must’ve given ye quite a turn, seein’ Kidd all of a sudden. Jus’ do th’ best ye can, mate, count to ten when need be, an’ … well, fer what it’s worth, ye an’ Kat can always call on me. I'll make ye th' same promise I made Willy an' Madame ... I swear I'll do everythin' I can t' bring that baby into th' world safe an' sound.

Abberline Not a dream of yours? Nor of any pirate. You wouldn't dream of a quiet peaceful family life .... *gives her an intense look* I hope you take no offence, but I wouldn't want my daughter to grow up to be a pirate ... And I don't want to have Kidd in my house. *after a pause* I trust you completely, Manouche, with the life of my daughter ...

Manouche *slightly hurt by his words, gives him a sad smile* Don’t be too quick to assume anythin’, Inspector. Pirate I may be, an’ I ‘ave no regrets on that’un … but a quiet peaceful family life would decidedly appeal t’ me. Some o’ me happiest times were days an’ evenin’s spent with Mr. Blake an’ Raven. That life may very well appeal to Kat as well, if ye give ‘er a chance, once th’ baby’s ‘ere. She’s always ‘ad a powerful wanderlust, an’ bein’ a pirate, like meself, she ‘as to get out on th’ open sea on occasion … we wither up an’ die without that, mate. But wait an’ see. *sighs* I’m afraid I don’t know what else t’ tell ye about Kidd. But I assure ye, y’ can trust me.

Abberline: I do, I do trust you ... That's what I would have told you at Chez Roux if you hadn't fled ... *gives her a meaningful look* ... but I think you already know that ...

Manouche *smiles* Aye, I reckon I do. Apologies fer that, luv … it were foolish o’ me to run th’ way I did. I weren’t quite meself at that particular juncture, savvy? I’ve been feelin’ much better, since I got away fer a bit, an’ moved into me new home. *looks back toward bedroom* Reckon we should be seein’ to Kat … er, Kidd? We left Godley alone with ‘er, he may be a sight confused by all this!

Abberline: Yes ... I wish I could skip all this and be back after she's born ... *going up the stairs, after the pause* Aren't you going to invite me to see your new house?

Manouche *follows him* Oh, aye, 'course yer all invited t' see it, anytime ye like. Per'aps I should plan a proper housewarmin'. *grins* I reckon Commander Portsmith weren't too happy that they did a spread on me new house in 'er favorite magazine ... she'll prob'ly try to find a way to arrest me over it. Ah well, at this point, what's one more charge, ay?

At Chez Roux:

OMalley *enters the establishment heading straight for the bar; she takes a seat and orders rum from the barkeep. She drinks in silence while pondering over F Connolly’s strange reaction when she succeeded in lifting first the acorn and then the heavy branch. He hadn’t reacted like a proud trainer; he seemed displeased with it somehow. If he didn’t want her to use her powers, why would he encourage her to practise? Why not only teach her to stop using them? And if he’s still afraid of her powers, why would he let her go to a crowded place like Chez Roux by herself? It didn’t add up. She considers asking him directly when he joins her, but reckons that if he’s hiding something, he won’t be truthful about it anyway. Hell simply come up with a story; tell her he was surprised at her quick progress or something along those lines. Which could be the truth … even if he isn’t entirely trustworthy; he did still come all the way to Deppville to help. She decides to pretend like she hasn’t noticed anything and just keep an eye on him.*

F Connolly *arrives at Chez Roux and joins OMalley by the bar; orders a scotch*

OMalley: Did ye ave a nice walk then?

F Connolly *drinks* Aye, I did have a very pleasant walk. You have some nice areas around here; wonderful plant-life … excellent opportunity for you to practise the craft. Actually, it would be even better if you bought a place and had your own garden and greenhouse.

OMalley *frowns* typical landlubber. I’m quite content on me boat – ship, as it were. If I be needin’ ‘erbs an’ such, I’ll find ‘em in the forest or buy them at the market.

F Connolly *nods* Alright, your choice. Speaking of being landlubber, I’ll be taking a room here. The thought of sleeping on a ship doesn’t really appeal to me.

OMalley: Suit yerself …

F Connolly *glances at her* I suppose that’s why your Donnie has kept his apartment; to have a place on land … a steady home, so to speak.

OMalley *frowns; feels anger rising and at the same time worries that maybe he has a point; fights to restrain the urge to draw her sword on him and puts great effort into restraining her powers; mumbles under her breath* None o’ yer bloody business.

F Connolly *studies her as she calms herself down; suppresses a smile as nothing happens* Of course not. Well, I suppose it is best that he stays at his own place instead of the two of you living in sin. A man and woman shouldn’t be living together, and especially not sharing a bed, when not married.

OMalley *takes a deep breath; turns and looks straight into his eyes* Listen, an’ listen bloody careful. I’m not Catholic; I be Lutheran, an’ not even so much that … more pirate than anything else … not so big on confessions an the like. Yer ‘ere te teach me about me powers, not te give me any moral lectures. Save ‘em fer when ye get back te yer church, savvy? *drinks the rest of her rum and rises from her seat* Now I best be leavin’ before I suddenly ferget everything ye taught me today.

F Connolly: Easy now, just expressing an opinion.

OMalley: Perhaps in the future, ye best keep some o them opinions te yerself. Enjoy the rest o’ yer evenin. *Leaves Chez Roux and heads back towards the docks*

F Connolly *orders another scotch before retiring to his room at Chez Roux*

On The Brave:

Corso *leaves Malachi's house at dark, annoyed at his arrogant host who refused to make him a proper dinner, and he remembers the meals the Commander used to serve, and her magnificent wine cellar.. she really knows how to live.... but he longs after his study more than anything else, he has been away from his books for long and he is worried about them, because the Commander doesn't value them as much as he.. He heads towards the docks protected by the twilight, he's just a slowly moving shadow, he boards the Brave and knocks on O'Malley's cabin door* O'Malley? Are you there?

O'Malley: *Having just returned from Chez Rouz; opens cabin door* Dean Corso ... jus' the man I been wantin' te see. I reckon ye're 'ere te return the pendant an' the ring.

Corso: Glad you missed me *grins* Oh yes, the ring .. What pendant are you talking about? *clears throat when he sees her expression, smiles apologetically* Just a joke, don't take it that seriously. *pushes past her into the cabin and takes a chair, slumps in it, lights a cigarette* I hope that brute of yours isn't here? I have something to tell you of magical trinkets and their dangers. Yes, I do have both the ring and the pendant. That ring is just worthless, but the pendant... May I suggest that you better not keep it yourself. You got anything else than rum to drink?

O'Malley: *glares at him* Make yerself at 'ome...*takes a chair and sits down* No, Donnie ain't 'ere..*lowers eyes* he's at his apartment last I 'eard. *Rises, looks in the cubboard* Scotch more te yer linking? *Pours two glasses as Corso nods; hands him a glass and takes the other.* I didn't think the ring would be worth much, more o' sentimental value, so I'd like it back jus' the same. What do ye mean, not keep the pendant meself? Why not? *Suddenly remembers; grins* Oh yes, best tell ye before ye get too carried away with the magics o' symbols...that story Father Connolly told ye about me dad, well, not entirely true. Yer friend tipped him off, as it were. *Turns serious* I reckon the good Father likes tellin' stories...*remembers she's talking to Corso* Ye were sayin' about that pendant?

Corso *takes the glass and sips, nods satisfied* Good stuff. Where do you smuggle it from? So he cheated me, eh? *shrugs* That happens, but I don't think that all he told was just tales. I would guess that there is a core of truth, knowing these men of church rather well. *grins* Being a good Catholic myself, that is. Pulling a leg is easier when you haven't to lie about everything. I don't mind. So, the pendant still is magical, whatever he says, and it is a dangerous object to possess - especially for one who has powers out of control. You ever happened to pass near the Stone Circle at Chateau Blanchefort? It is tuned in a very special way and it can spot all kinds of... let's say vibrations....and summon forces that should not be disturbed. You and this pendant would work like a lightning rod, draw these powers to yourself. I am now very serious. Did your priest tell you that?

O'Malley: *studies him as he talks; not entirely sure what to believe* Exagerated things, was what he did, so aye, there were some truth in it, I reckon. Aye, I did pass by the Stone Circle on me way back from yer office. *Decides to keep a few things to herself and doesn't mention how she felt slightly dizzy walking past it.* I didn't pick up on anything from it. It jus' so 'appens that I am beginnin' te gain control o'er me powers, but I reckon it takes more than one day o' practise. So it's dangerous...an' if I decide not te keep the pendant, I s'pose yer more than willin' te get rid o' it? Or do ye 'ave some use fer it yerself? I know yer type, Corso. Ye don't do anythin' unless ye see some profit in fer yerself...so ye might as well tell me, otherwise I may as well 'old on te it an' perhaps make a profit meself.

Corso: Allright, I am telling you the truth now. I really do think that you should never use that pendant and keep as far from it as possible, and safest would be giving it away. Or do you want to end up as a wraith, or a victim of that accursed box. Yes, it belongs to the soul box, and it is still hidden here somewhere in Deppville. Do you want the Guardians to wake up once more and haunt you - or take you with them to be one? So, I can take that pendant but I don't want to keep it. I can hide it till the time that someone comes forth and claims it for destroying that damned box. *looks at her very seriously, drinks his whisky, puts the glass down, he reaches into his bag and takes the ring.* Here, take it. I understand that the news of your father were not good news, but this ring will be a good thing to remember him by. So, what do you think about that pendant? *rises up to leave* Oh, and one more word. I know when people are hiding something from me... Watch out for that Circle or it comes and gets you...

O'Malley: *takes the ring* Cheers. Now as fer me connections te the soulbox, they are very limited, barely there. Me dad tried te open the soulbox and became a Shadow, but what I inherited from him, 'as more te do with his skills as a shaman. Ye may say that ye don't want the pendant, but leavin' it with the man who used te work fer Portsmith doesn't really appeal te me either, savvy? *Sighs* Aye, I'll stay away from the bloody Circle, I 'ave no business on Portsmith's property anyway. An' no worries, I 'ave no intention o' using the pendant fer anything, but I reckon I can keep it jus' as safe as you.

Corso: No, you don't understand now. You can't keep that pendant yourself, cause you have a connection to it. You must let me store it for you in a safe place. I have no need for it myself as I told you, I just don't want any more spooks in Deppville. Let me take it. *looks at her very seriously* You have to understand that it is much more than a simple pendant. Believe me, you are already connected to the soul box and your shamanism doesn't take you far. If you leave the pendant to me you can concentrate on your newly acquired skills.

O'Malley: *eyes him suspeciously, wondering which instincts to trust; sighs* Alright, ye can keep it safe. *Before Corso can say anything* But if ye put it te use yerself, ye'll 'ave te answer te me, Manouche, Kat - or Kidd dependin' on the day *grins; then turns serious again* an' a whole lot o' other people. Savvy?

Corso *nods* I told you, I wouldn't dare to use it myself. And you forgot Abberline, Hanson and Captain Carver from your list, I believe *and he remembers his promise to Manouche* Oh well. I am used to being threatened all the time. I'll best be leaving now.

O'Malley: *grins* Someone ought te teach ye 'ow te make friends. Thank ye fer returning me ring.

Corso: You're welcome. *leaves the ship, grins, now he knows exactly what he's going to do. He goes straight to the Office*

At the Wonkas’ factory:

*Late at night, dozens of red motor bikes pull out of the Wonka factory and drive around Deppville, stopping at every other telephone pole found. An oompa gets off and seals a long page to each pole, then drives off*

Dear People Of Deppville,

Willy Wonka

*at the same time, Willy and Madame stand out front right by the doors, holding hands tightly*

Madame *worried look in her eyes, turns her head to him* Willy, are you sure this is right? *Willy nods, looking at the town silently. She sighs, turns back* Now would be great to use a line like "It's okay"

Willy *pauses* So you want me to lie? *A tear slowly falls down Madame’s face, she looks down, shakes her head. He looks at her, then back* We're under threat. It's no longer safe.

Madame I know...

Willy *looks down, then turns to her, lifts her head so she looks up at him* It'll be okay.

Madame *small smile as she sees the compassion in his eyes* I thought you said you weren't going to lie.

Willy *smiles, cocks his head playfully* Who said it was a lie? *Madame’s smile grows, they kiss, then turn back as the first oompa arrives back at the factory*

Oompa *parks his bike, hopes off, jogs to Willy* It's done.

Willy *nods* Go in. Shut it down.

Oompa *doesn't move, pauses* Everything, Master?

Willy *doesn't look at him, but nods* Do as I say. *Oompa tries to find solace in Madame's face, but gets nothing. Overcome with fear, he walks in to complete the task. Madame sighs again*

Willy *squeezes her hand* Ready? *Madame nods, follows him as he walks in, the doors shut behind them for an unknown amount of time*

At the Security office:

Portsmith *calls Charlie who's reading a motor mag at his desk, he rolls his eyes and puts the mag down, this time he isn't having the tattered t-shirt but a white sleeveless shirt that looks a lot like underwear, it shows his tattoos on his tanned well-trained arms and he has a thick gold chain on his neck, and he casts a glance at the mirror in Portsmith's room and runs his hands through his thick dark brown hair, and smiles very pleased at the reflection, and for a while Portsmith is distracted by this little show, then she coughs* Charlie!

Charlie *turns slowly around* Yes?

Portsmith* Mail this. He's got to get it personally.

Charlie*looks at the address* Mike isnt' going to be happy about this. Mike says he won't ever ring the bell of that house.

Portsmith: Mike is not here for being happy, he's for doing his work. I am sure he'll be a lot less happy when I fire him. What's wrong with him? Afraid of one pirate, he is?

Charlie: He didn't say anything about pirates but he said there's a crazy death metal chick there who promised to bite his head off.

Portsmith: He's telling you stupid tales to avoid working. I don't have time for this. If he doesn't do his work then you have to haul your ass there to take it yourself. It is very important. It is evidence.

Charlie *at her words about his ass, Charlie casts a glance at the mirror again to take a look at his new tight low-cut jeans which he slashed at the knee* Okay ... *he goes to the corridor and stands there with the letter, thinking to dump it in the mail box when Constable Crane emerges from his office, as self-important and formal as always in his black old fashioned coat, heading for the door, and Charlie gets a bright idea.* Hey, Crane, the Commander said she got a job for you. Some sort of evidence, she said. *He gives Crane the envelope, and for once hastily retreats before Crane has time to decline*

Ichy *looks at the envelope - it is to Inspector Abberline at Bournemouth House, and he can feel that it contains more than a letter. And why would the Commander send him anything. Evidence of what? Reluctantly, but knowing that it's wrong but sensing there might be some danger to Kat hidden in the envelope, he opens it and to his amazement finds some photos. He sees Kat in the foyer, putting her hand in a small coat's pocket and taking something out of it. The next photo shows what she took - two identical rings. And in the next one she goes out. Puzzled, Ichy looks through them once again, and then he scans the photos, and prints them out. He writes a short note to Kat, encloses it in an envelope with the copies. He knows that Kat won't listen to him but he hopes that she will now believe him better, that now he got evidence that really she is being watched. He still can't understand what is the meaning of those rings and why the Commander sends the photos to the Inspector. He thinks of not posting the photos to the Inspector, but he knows he doesn't dare not to deliver it. He takes them and leaves them at the post office*

Dear Kat,

I have now evidence that you are watched. I don't know what this all means, but Commander Portsmith sent these photos ti Inspector Abberline. If you need my help after getting this letter, I will be at Chez Roux,
Yours forever,
Ichabod

At From Hell Court:

Malachi *walks into the Court, past his usual tavern, then enters the building where his old apartment is. He climbs the stairs, approaches the apartment, knocks on the door. He smiles as it’s opened* Fancy meeting you here.

Alifi *returns his smile* I figured I would be seeing you about now. *she holds the door open, he comes in* I appreciate the use of this place.

Malachi: Well, it’s not really mine anymore, since I moved into Manouche’s old house. I mean, I’ve got it paid up through the end of the month, then I suppose they’ll want to rent it out to someone else. *he looks at her* So you have ‘em?

Alifi *smiles, reaches in a pocket, pulls out two rings, the rings that Kat had brought to her, feeling she was one of the few people in Deppville she could trust completely* Here they are. I'm counting on you to do the right thing with them, Kat trusted me.

Malachi: No worries, I know what to do. Actually, I'll be helping Kat.

Alifi: Good. Why on earth is everyone so worked up over them?

Malachi *shrugs as she hands them to him* Damned if I know. ‘Course, one of ‘em’s a fake …

Alifi *points to one* Yes, that one. Excellent work, I must admit … but you can’t fool an old Gypsy when it comes to antique jewelry. *smiles mischievously*

Malachi *grins* Y’know, angel, you would’ve made a great pirate. *He puts the fake ring in one pocket, puts the other one in a small envelope, places in a separate pocket.* Is there still something to drink here?

Alifi *nods, goes to kitchen, returns with bottle of brandy and two glasses.* I don’t suppose it’s as good as what you’ve been drinking at the house … Mr. Blake was a connoisseur, he was always buying the best. The best they could afford, anyway. *she pours out two glasses, hands one to Malachi, holds hers up* I’d like to toast Mr. Blake …

Malachi *nods* To Blake. He’s a good man. *clinks his glass against hers, they drink*

Alifi *drinks, then looks at him* IS a good man? Then you believe he’s still—

Malachi *sighs* I don’t know. I guess I tend to go along with Manouche’s feeling on it … I don’t know what’s happened to him, but I have this feeling he’s still alive …

Alifi *looks at him carefully* But you think it might be worse … that he may be …

Malachi: A vampire. The thought did cross my mind. *he drinks slowly*

Alifi: I’d like to thank you for being so kind to Manouche. And I don’t just mean helping her when Mr. Blake was in trouble, and I don’t just mean how comforting you’ve been to her since he disappeared.

Malachi *looks at her* Well, what do you mean?

Alifi: You know. You could’ve taken advantage of her, and you didn’t. She was very vulnerable that night, she would’ve done anything you wanted.

Malachi *frowns* Ahhh, hell … that was no big deal. And don’t look at me like that! I was just being practical, savvy? It would’ve been ridiculous … she was too drunk, she probably would’ve gotten sick all over the place … Why should I have to put up with that? I thought it was more important she just go to sleep, and I told her so.

Alifi *smiles* Yes, very practical. *she takes another drink* So just what do you plan to do with the rings?

Malachi *grins* Well, I figure I could have a little fun with Dean Corso … send him on a wild goose chase with the fake one. It’ll be fun to see how long it takes him to find out it’s worthless. After that, he’ll have to figure out that there’s another one that looks just like it, and that it’s the one he wants. That won’t be so easy. Yeah, this should be good for a few days’ laughs, at least.

Alifi *laughs* You’re a scoundrel, Malachi, and it’s glad I am that I know you! *she looks around the room, nodding* Maybe I’ll take this apartment. I’m not quite ready to return to Fiji just yet …

Malachi: What’s keeping you here?

Alifi: Manouche. It’s a combination of things. I’m worried about her … at the same time, I know she has some good things coming her way, even beyond her recent good fortune. I … I want to be here to help my little bird …

Malachi: Why don’t you stay at her place? She has tons of room, I’m sure she would love to have you.

Alifi: I probably will soon … but right now, she needs to live there alone. It’s actually helping her heal. I won’t interfere with that. But the time will come when it’ll be good for me to be there, close by for her. Just not quite yet. *smiles mysteriously*

Malachi: H-how is she, Alifi, honestly?

Alifi: She’s doing fairly well. She’s hurting, she misses Mr. Blake very much. But this place she’s bought for herself, it’s having a great healing effect on her. She loves it, it’s like her own world, like it’s been there for her all her life, she just needed to find it. And she’s also taking comfort in the things that are good in her life … her dear friends, like yourself ... the children she knows … Raven, the Wonkas’ triplets … and she’s grateful that she can look forward to helping Kat and Inspector Abberline deliver their wonderful daughter. She’s also recently gotten closer to Sergeant Godley, and that’s a great comfort to her, as well. He said she’s like a daughter to him, made her very happy.

Malachi: Well, that’ll get Godley a lifetime supply of Manouche’s croissants! *finishes his brandy, sets glass down* Why don't you go ahead and take this place? I know the guy who runs the building, I’ll talk to him. He’ll be relieved, he wasn’t wanting to have to find someone else to take it. Or … *thinks for a minute, looking around* … We could do a swap. You could take Manouche’s house, and I could come back here. I wouldn’t mind, honestly. Sometimes I kinda miss it, it’s close to the action. *winks at her* Gotta keep my contacts handy. You know the line, keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.

Alifi *laughs* Words to live by! It’s up to you, dear, this is a comfortable little place, I would be perfectly happy here. *she looks at him, grins* Are you sure you’re not just making that offer so you can get away from your house guest?

Malachi *raises eyebrows* Didn’t fool you for a second, did I? *laughs, lights a cigarette* Nah, Corso’s a pain in the butt, but he’s no big deal. Anyway, he has to be out by tomorrow. *looks at her* My offer is good, so think it over. You know Manouche will be happy with either of us in that house.

Alifi: It’s a lovely little house. *smiles at him* Very generous of you, dear. I’ll think about it.

Malachi: Okay. I’ll still go ahead and talk to the owner of this place. *smirks* It’s a pretty good little building, even if it is in the center of the most sinful part of town. *he goes to the door, turns, looks at her* I’m glad you’re gonna stick around for awhile, beautiful.

Alifi: Took the words right out of my mouth.

Malachi *grins, comes back to her, kisses her on the cheek, then walks back to the door, leaves the building, walks outside. He leaves the Court, heads toward the city centre, and he’s surprised to see Manouche, standing near a telephone pole, reading something. He approaches her, she nods slightly, acknowledging his presence, but unable to take her eyes from the notice fastened to the pole. Malachi frowns, reads over her shoulder*

Dear People Of Deppville,

Malachi *doesn’t know what to say, puts his hands on Manouche’s shoulders comfortingly. She reaches up, places a hand over one of his, still staring at the flyer*

At the Security office:

Corso *walks past Charlie, who raises his eyes for a brief moment from his new mag, but he has no time to react when Corso goes straight to Commander Portsmith's office and closes the door.* I'm here, Commander.

Portsmith *barely noticing him* So I see. *she is holding a paper and she looks concerned as she reads* I hope that nothing bad hasn't happened to Willy. This doesn't look good, not good at all...

Dear People Of Deppville,

Due to secretive reasons, I, Willy Wonka and my wife have decided to close down the factory for an unknown amount of time. No one will walk in or out. No calls will be made nor letters written. I pray that this will not last long, but due to the present circumstances, I'm unaware. My sincerest apologies to those that are hurt. We made no intention of doing so. I'm sorry.

*she looks at Corso* So what is it you want now? Don't believe for a moment that I don't now what you have been up to.

Corso *smiles triumphantly* But I believe you don't know everything what I have been up to.

Portsmith: Spare me the details, Dean, and get out. I've got more important things than you.

Corso: As you wish, Commander. I was wrong in thinking that you might have been interested in the soul box pendant, but ... *shrugs, turns to go*

Portsmith *sharply* Now wait, wait, what pendant.

Corso: Wouldn't you like to know. *grins* This is not a safe place to discuss a matter like that. Pity that we aren't at the castle, I could show you something interesting.

Portsmith *rising up* All right, but it better be good or I'll kick you out immediately and feed you to the dolphins.

Corso: Believe me, you won't be disappointed. Have I ever given you reason not to trust me?

Portsmith *gives him an icy stare on her way out, Corso follows her and they both disappear into her new shining black SUV*

On The Brave:

O’Malley *sits in deep thoughts drinking the rest of her scotch. She’s not entirely sure it was the right choice to let Corso keep the pendant, but what if he was right? What if the pendant was dangerous to keep? On the other hand, maybe Father Connolly is right and the connection to the soul box is so small it’s insignificant. If that’s the case, Corso only told her it was dangerous to make her want him to keep it. She lets out a sigh* Oh bloody ‘ell! *Fetches the rum bottle, pours a glass and downs it instantly. She puts her hat on and starts towards Manouche’s house. Halfway there, she remembers the news-article and heads for the river, trying to find her way in the dark*

At Rartigillichal:

Manouche *sits outside the main house, another fire burning. She loves spending evenings this way, the fire, the beautiful summer night, the stars, the peaceful solitude, the sound of her river rushing by. She takes a drink of the brandy she’d poured for herself. She listens, hears a sound coming from near the river. She’s been hearing things like this quite a bit lately, always at night … but this time it sounds different. She stands up, walks a little closer to the river, listens carefully, wondering … an intruder? A wild animal? A fairy? She swallows … a vampire? ….. then she hears a bump, followed by a familiar voice* Bloody ‘ell!! *she grins, thinks to herself, O’Malley. She calls out* This way, mate! Yer almost ‘ere!

O’Malley: *glares reproachfully at the branch she almost tripped over; approaches the fire* Ye ought te put some lights up, mate. People could fall into the bloody river tryin’ te visit ye. *Takes a seat by the fire; looks at Manouche in seriousness* I need te ‘ave a word with ye, luv. *Sighs* Best start at the beginnin’…me mom passed away recently an’ some boxes were sent te me. *Thinks for a moment* No, I need te start earlier…me family ‘istory is a bit messy. On me mom’s side there’s witchcraft an’ until them boxes, includin’ me mom’s journal, were sent te me, I thought all me special talents came from that. But as it turns out, some o’ ‘em comes from me dad. The journal didn’t tell much about who me dad was, so I hired Dean Corso te do a little investigatin’ fer me. Paid ‘im handsomely too! Te make a very long story less long, Corso located a priest, Father Connolly, who were a friend o’ me mom’s an’ he’s now in town helping me practise…learn te use my powers when I see fit instead o’ ‘urting people when I lose me temper, as it were. Accordin’ te the priest, me dad is now one o’ them shadows protectin’ that bloody soul box. I didn’t worry too much about it, because he told me that there’s barely any connection te the box. But then Corso showed up tonight te return some things an’…well, he convinced me te let ‘im keep a pendant…a pendant shaped like a heart with the word “SOUL” inscribed on it. *Looks at Manouche helplessly* I didn’t feel comfortable leavin’ it with him, but he kept sayin’ it were dangerous fer me te keep. I thought o’ consultin’ with Connolly about it, but something about him ain’t quite right either…*sighs* I don’t know who te bloody trust anymore…*tears form in her eyes* Everythin’s a mess…Donnie ran off after I accidentally used me powers on him, can’t blame ‘im fer wantin’ te get away from me, but…’e was all I ‘ad! I ‘ave no one te turn to at this point. *Stubbornly dries her eyes* Sorry, luv, shouldn’t burden ye with me problems…ye ‘ave yer own te worry about an’ I only came te warn ye that Corso ‘as that pendant. *Smiles* I like yer new house…

Manouche *passes her the brandy bottle, listens to her rambling tale, then slowly smiles* By th’ powers, O’Malley, I’ve missed ye! Ye always ‘ave a good story on ye. *holds up glass to her, drinks, then smile fades* I’m sorry t’ hear that about yer dad, luv. I’ve spent more’n enough time around them Shadows, an’ their Leader as well, an’ they make fer most disturbin’ company. *gazes into the fire* I think I always suspected ye ‘ad a power or two … I always had a feelin’ about ye. No worries, jus’ learn to control it, make it work fer you an’ not th’ other way ‘round, savvy? Ye can do it, mate. *smirks* Aye, I reckon I can jus’ imagine how handsomely Corso insisted on bein’ paid! Ah, well, he’s a self-servin’ twit, but I don’t believe he’s dangerous. *pauses, takes another drink* I ain’t sure, but I’m layin’ money that th’ pendant from Corso is a red herring, as it were. He’s keen on his tricks an’ drama, to keep everyone around ‘im jumpin’. However, if yer worried about it … *turns, looks at her* … ye can leave it with me. Ye might say I ‘ave a most regrettable connection with th’ Leader, an’ that cursed box as well. One more trinket on me person won’t make much of a difference at this point, mate. *smiles a sad smile* As fer Donnie … what’re ye waitin’ for, luv? Go find ‘im. Explain about yer power, what ye ‘ave, that yer workin’ on learnin’ to control it, an’ make him see it’s a part o’ you, as much as them blue eyes o’ yers that he’s been known t’ wax poetic about. I went through th’ same thing with me Mr. Blake, regardin' me own, ah, unique qualities an' magic … we went ‘round about it several times, but he came t’ understand … after that, everythin’ were right as rain between us … *voice trails off, she gazes back into the fire, takes another big drink of brandy. Is quiet for a long time, then murmurs* I’m glad ye like me house, luv. It’s where me heart is these days, to be sure.

O’Malley *gladly accepts the bottle, takes a drink; smiles* I tried te suppress me powers fer years, but as ye said, they’re part o’ me … even Donnie made that point. Aye, I reckon that Corso were jus’ feedin’ me a story … *frowns* might ‘ave held me ground if ‘e hadn’t started te yap about Portsmith’s stone circle. That particular connection I ‘ave no doubts about, I’ve felt it. A Celtic thing I reckon. *Takes another drink* I was ‘opin’ ye’d offer te ‘andle the situation, I don’t know that much about the soul box, jus’ the buzz o’ the street so te speak. *Smiles* Aye, I s’pose I shouldn’t give up on Donnie jus’ yet, he ne’er did say it was a permanent leave. I’ll go ‘ave a talk with him tomorrow … been a very long day, me ‘ead needs a rest first. Putting magical powers te use an’ restrainin’ them when a bloody priest starts te give yer moral lectures is very exhausting. *Smile fades* I ‘eard about yer Mr. Blake, I am most sorry fer yer both. *Hands back the bottle* If yer ever in need o’ a witch or shaman … *smiles* or pirate, ye know where te find me.

Manouche *takes bottle, smiles slightly* Cheers, mate … I’ll remember that. Bring that pendant by ‘ere tomorrow if ye like, I’ll take it off yer hands. An’ good luck with Donnie, I know he’ll come back to ye if y’ just explain. Sweet dreams, luv … an’ watch yer step. *She watches O’Malley walk away from the fire a little unsteadily, into the darkness near the riverbank. She hears a loud splash, followed by “Blast!” and grins, knowing she managed to step into the water where it was deeper than she thought. After that she hears nothing more, and knows O’Malley has found her way and is headed back to town. She turns back to gaze at the fire, drinks more brandy from the bottle, thinks quietly for awhile; looks up at the sky, admires the moon peeking through misty clouds. Then she stands, taking the bottle with her containing the remaining rum, heads in the opposite direction from where O’Malley went, upstream toward the little waterfall on her property. She has a sudden need to stand under it, knowing the rushing water will clear her head. She’s become fond of this little ritual before bedtime, seems to make her sleep better .. *

At the Wonkas’ factory:

Madame *sits in the baby room, rocking Jacob to sleep. The lights are out and she stares out the window, all the sudden she feels a hand grasp her shoulder* It's not Willy is it?

Dark Shadow *raspy voice* No. We ain't makin' no plans are we? *Madame shakes head, looks down at Jacob, whose sleeping* Good. *pauses, looks down at Jacob* Your boy is asleep. Put 'im back. *Madame doesn't move, rubs his cheek softly* Now.

Madame *a tear falls down her face* Why are you doing this to us?

Dark Shadow *smirks* You can ask your husband that. *places a gun next to Madame's head* Now move. *Madame gets up, puts Jacob in his crib, walks out, the gunman follows, she goes to turn around to take one last glance at her children, but two more men stand by their door and shut it quickly, more tears fall, she stares at the gunman that followed her*

Gunman *points the gun toward the master bedroom* You should get some sleep. Stop your crying.

Madame *places a fist over her heart, looking at the floor, speaks very softly* No words can describe a mother's tears. No words can heal a broken heart. *looks up at him* A dream is gone ... but where there's hope .... *turns, walks into the bedroom and shuts the door*

Gunman *turns the two gunman by the baby room, points to one of them* Go get Paul. Tell 'im to bring Wonka and then guard the master bedroom door. *Man nods, then runs out*

Man 2 *looking down at the floor*

Gunman Whats wrong wit you?

Man 2 *looks up* It ain’t right boss. They're her newborn children.

Gunman She's lucky I didn’t kill them an' her.

Man 2 Just show a little bit of sympathy, boss.

Gunman *points gun at him* You softin' up on me an' I'll kill you too.

Man 2 *sighs, shakes head* No boss.

Gunman *lowers gun* Good. *looks up in time to see Willy, the first man, and another man named Paul walk in* 'Bout time. *Paul leads Willy to the sofa and has him sit, then guards the master bedroom door, the first man goes back to his station as well* How's the sweet life, Wonka? *Willy says nothing, looks at the floor. Gunman sits across from him* Your wife be one emotional bird.

Willy *looks up at him* What did you do to her?

Gunman *laughs* Nothin'!

Willy *looks over at the baby room, sees the two guards* That's why.

Gunman *looks over, then back* The guards?

Willy *nods* She can't even see her babies. *looks at him* Horrible.

Gunman *smirks* You did it, Wonka.

Willy I did nothing.

Gunman Wrong *stands up, looks down at him* You did. *Willy shakes his head. Gunman punches Willy, then grabs his face so he's looking up at him* Forgettin'? You'll be rememberin' soon enough. *throws his face to the side* Now go shut your wife up.

Willy *stands up, checks his nose, which is bleeding profusely, glares at the gunman, then walks in to the master bedroom before he can do anything, sees Madame who walks up quickly, stops her from touching his nose* I'm alright.

Madame *cries* Willy this is ridiculous. Why is he doing this?

Willy *walks to the bathroom* Because I ruined his life.

At Bournemouth House:

Kat *Awakens to find herself alone. She rises and crosses to the dresser and stares blankly into the mirror. Fully aware there will be no vision to come. She already knows what her future holds. Placing her hands on her stomach, her tears flow freely. Speaks to her babe* Ye know as well, my lil luv. I be a pirate. I could ne'er be the cook, 'ousekeeper nor the lady that 'e would 'ave me be. The freedom of the sea e'en now calls te me. My ship, my crew wait at the ready lustin' for treasure yet te be found. 'e wants to take all that away fro' me and chain me te a life that I wouldna survive. Love be not 'nuff. *She returns to the bed and gives in to grieving for what can never be*

Abberline *returns home from the Security Office to find two letters, one addressed to himself and one to Kat, he rips open his letter and three photos fall from the envelope. Kat with the missing rings. He looks at them and frowns, then he goes upstairs to see Kat and finds her lying on the bed. He's not yet used to her suddenly far advanced pregnancy and feels uncomfortable about it. He's about to ask her about the rings when he sees that she's been crying. He sits at the bedside before her* You have been crying? Has something happened?

Kat *Looks at him sorrowfully, places her hand on his face.* I love ye Abby. I be ne'er said those words te no other man. Most like ne'er will. But I be a pirate through te the bone. Naught will change it. We be too different. I canna be what ye need me te be, much as I wish it could be. It be not possible. In the end ye'll 'ate me. The vision I spoke of 'fore was of you with Chiana in yer arms sittin' in that big chair by the fireplace with Raven at yer feet. Ye all were laughin' and 'appy. Ye were a family. But Abby I wasn't there. That's the future Chiana 'elped me see. *Tries to wipe her tears away*

Abberline*stands up and looks out the window, lights a cigarette* I am not a fool. I have seen this coming. A vision like that could not come from Chiana, she needs us both and I need you .. and .. and .. *still looking away from her* So your vows count for nothing, and you say that you love me, but you don't. If you really loved me, you would not want to leave me. If you loved me, you wouldn't need that bloody ship of yours. Yes, I know that we are different, and now you think I am trying to smother you and make you into another Victoria. I can take it you being a pirate, but not that the sea is the one you love. Not me. Though I knew it ...

Kat: I do love ye and I don't want te leave ye. I knew ye'd not understand. I canna be what ye want me te be. I canna give up the sea entirely, it's bein' a part of me. Ye say ye need me, tell me why. *Reaches out, touches him* Why is it ye want te cut me off fro' the sea. Why must it be all or nothin' with ye. *Sadly* If ye ask it of me, I'd give up the Apparition, though my soul would wither away te naught.

Abberline *turns around* I believed that we would stay together and raise our children together, and live like a family. I just want you to be my beloved wife, and I need you to be with me, is that too much for you? *looks her in the eyes* You said that you would give up the Apparition for me, for us, for our children. But it seems you can't. It is a place of choice for you, Kat. I don't think that you can have both. And I won't let the sea take you.

Kat: Ye say ye can take me bein' a pirate yet ye would deny me the sea, my ship and my soul. Yer love comes at great cost. Ye would leave me nothin'. *Stares vacantly. In a listless voice* I want te be alone. Please go.

Abberline: How can you say so? Raven, Chiana, me - are we nothing to you? I hate your ship. And I won't let you leave me. You can't do it to me. Think about it. You said that only love matters. I'll leave you alone, for a while. And I want you to think what really matters to you and then I want to hear you telling it to me. *kisses her softly on her mouth, and as he is about to leave, he remembers the letter, puts it on the table and leaves, troubled*

Kat *Despondently, watches him go, sinks to the bed, murmurs.* So be it. *A change slowly comes over her.*

Kidd *Leaps to her feet, breathing hard* No, I will not allow it! *Spies the letter that Abby had left, takes it ripping it open. Reads it and scans the copies of the pictures. Curses loudly. Leaves the room, descending the stairs, finds a pen and paper in the desk and writes her own note to leave for Abberline. She places it upon the foyer table and departs the house to return to the privacy of her beloved ship.*

Abberline,

I will not allow ye to destroy Kat. The little fool would choose to die inside slowly over time to give ye what ye want. But I will nay let her. The decision be now mine to make. Yer time’s up, mate. It be over.

Kidd

Abberline *in the living-room, looking at the pictures of Kat taking his rings, but he's not really interested, he reads the letter included, he reads it many times, but he doesn't really get a word of it, he smokes a cigarette, thinks about Kat and himself, and then he can't wait any longer, he's about to go upstairs to her, when he sees the note left by Kidd. He reads it very carefully, twice, and he returns back to the living-room, lights a new cigarette, stares at the empty fireplace.* It be over … *He reads the note again, slowly crumples it, lights a new cigarette.* So be it ... *