[Log with James Norrington]

[carriesparasol]

Alexia was spending the evening relaxing in her study and reading one of the many books held within. Deep below the Wolsey manner she knew that her husband and every other wolf in the pack was shackled, suffering the ill affects of the full moon. Night hours had become like the day to her, living with the pack, but even if they hadn't, she wasn't sure if she would be able to sleep knowing what was happening just below her feet. Being that it was rather late, Alexia was dressed rather plainly as she sat in the study, her legs propped up by a second chair. Now in her fifth month of pregnancy her stomach certainly had a bump-like quality and her ankles had taken to swelling quite often. Propping them up was her best source of comfort. Obviously, she was not expecting and visitors at this late hour...

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[carriesparasol]

See? The idea of you having affection for him is not impossible after all. There are aspects about him that are admirable. Those are they things you most likely found attractive.

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I killed him.

[It sort of needs to be said.] I took the heart. He had it stashed away.

[carriesparasol]

Did you know that would be the outcome for him?

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I knew that Jones was hunting him.

[carriesparasol]

But did you think he would actually find him?

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Sparrow went running after him.

[Where is that coffee? He needs something to clutch at.] Idiot. I told him not to. He still thought he had the heart.

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[Ah, and here comes Floote with coffee for James, tea for Alexia. She thanks him and he's on his way again.]

It seems to me that he made his own choices. He choices might have varied had he known he did not have the heart, but I do not think it is fair for you to say you were the one who killed him.

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That's kind of you.

[And he clearly doesn't believe it, thanking Floote before taking his coffee.]

Stupid, bloody -- pirate.

[carriesparasol]

It is natural to grieve, of course. Give yourself some time, but try not to blame yourself.

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Grieve.

[He laughs bitterly.]

That's just it, isn't it? The one bright spot in this entire ridiculous situation, that he can't destroy my life anymore than he has already.

[carriesparasol]

I do not know if I would call it a bright spot. While he will not be here to make things worse, he will also not be here to make things better. It all seems very boring to be at a standstill like that.

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He does not have a habit of making things better, Alexia. I think you would have seen that.

[James sighs, massaging his temples before taking another sip of the coffee.]

The man will not give me a moment's peace, even after he is gone. I wouldn't be surprised if he came back from the dead, just to harass me.

[carriesparasol]

Is something like that a possibility in your world?

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I've seen undead pirates in multiple varieties, now. I'm beginning to doubt anything is impossible.</i?

[carriesparasol]

Hm. It would probably be best not to bet on such an outcome, though.

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I don't really expect him back, Mrs. Maccon.

[A little sharply.]

[carriesparasol]

Very good. It would be a perfect waste of time for you to do so even if it were a possible outcome.

For now, once you are able to make peace with all of this I suggest you continue with your work and your life. Try not to let thoughts of Mr. Sparrow muddle things for you.

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Yes. [So dry it burns.] Thank goodness I would never do anything like that.

[carriesparasol]

[Please. Nothing burns this lady, but excellent try, sir.]

As I said, the mind does funny things from time to time, despite our best efforts.

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Yes.

[Having failed at any sort of burnination, James just sort of... deflates.]

What is wrong with me?

[carriesparasol]

There is nothing wrong with you. You are simply human.

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With a penchant for self destruction, apparently.

[carriesparasol]

A habit you will simply have to work on.

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Put like that, it sounds simple.

[carriesparasol]

Things simply put rarely are.