[Log with James Norrington]

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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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[And, just as obviously, James would never call on her at this hour. Not if things were as they usually were -- but usual had gone out the window sometime the night before, when he'd lain awake tormented by Yurippe's words. And Alexia's words. And Arthur's words. Why did everyone think he was in love with Jack Sparrow?

Was he?

Since he wasn't technically on duty as long as he remained aboard Beckett's ship, he'd had access to some of the rum stores -- but he hadn't really started drinking until after his worldhop.

He wasn't so drunk that he couldn't stand up straight, but he also wasn't entirely in control. And that was the state Alexia would find him in, when she got word that there was a visitor here for her.]