At Chez Roux:

Abberline *to Perhan*  I am ready.  *smokes all the way without exchanging a word with his companion.  In the bar of Chez Roux, he leaves Perhan*  Order for me, too.  I will soon be back.  Just take anything that is strong enough.  *slowly he walks up the stairs and to the door he knows belongs to Daphne's room, and he knocks on it*

*A pretty young maid comes down the hall, sees Abberline, smiles – she’s seen him before and always has thought how handsome he is, how lucky his wife is*  Mr. Abberline … are you looking for Daphne?  She’s not here.  I thought I heard her on her cell phone, saying she was going to talk to Sergeant Godley.  *looks sympathetic*  It’s a shame about her sister, isn’t it?  *smiles brightly*  How have you been?

Abberline:  Not here?  Oh, I am fine, just fine. *mutters to himself* except that the bloody bitch set me up and now she's vanished ... Just you wait, Daphne, I'll get you for this ... *then he remembers the maid*  What sister?  If you mean Salome, she was a cousin.  *Then it's suddenly Manouche, filling up his mind, and his heart starts to beat faster, he can see her, back at her home on the sofa*  No, you are not dying!  You can't be dying, not you!  *but he feels a sudden surge of fear.  He snaps back to reality seeing the maid staring at him, trying to act as calmly as possible*  Can you get me a glass of water, please?  *when she's turned around, he goes on talking to Manouche, not caring that he's talking aloud*  If you are dying, you are killing me and nothing matters to me anymore ... If you are dying, I want to die with you ... *and he leans on the wall, feeling her desperation mingling with his own, and their shared heartbeat, slowly calming down* 

At Rartigillichal:

Manouche *sobbing, still lying on the sofa, suddenly feels her heartbeat grow calmer, and she feels a wave of comfort sweep through her, making her feel stronger … she stops her tears, and she lies very still … and her eyes fill with tears all over again, this time relief, as she senses Abberline’s voice, and she tries to answer, hopes he hears her, speaking out loud, her voice impassioned*  Oh blimey, Fred, I were hopin’ ye’d hear me … we won’t die, luv … if yer still ‘ere, I won’t give up.  It’s worth fightin’ for, th’ shared heartbeat … *she sits up slowly, feeling much better, and a thought occurs to her*  Chiana … Chiana … bloody ‘ell, a healer!  *thinks of Abberline again*  We ain’t done yet, Fred, mate.  Yer daughter may be able t’ help.  Please don’t harm yerself, I need ye … I’ve got t’ do some readin’.  *she jumps up, dashes up the stairs to her office, looks through books, finally finds one on crystals and other items used by various healers and alchemists.  She flips through it, thinks again*  Not sure, Fred, but it’s worth investigatin’.  An' Fred, I swear t' ye, Kat's not gone.  *blinks away tears*  Cheers, mate, ye’ve given me some hope … *she reaches in her shirt, pulls out a small pendant of amethyst that she always wears, presses it against her heart, hoping its soothing quality will work on her and Abberline both.  She drops down on a large floor cushion, opens the book, starts to read*

On The Brave:

Grace *looks worriedly at Kat, then to Ichy*  We’ll be in Deppville in a few minutes, I reckon.  I’ll get one o’ the crewmen te help ye carry Kat up on deck an’ then we best get ye a cab te take ye … *stops talking, not entirely sure where Kat should be taken to.  She’s clearly not well, but Grace doesn’t believe it’s a medical problem so the hospital won’t be able to help much* … I reckon Bournemouth House is the best place fer her.  *Looks at Ichy with sympathy*  I know it were ye who came lookin’ fer her an’ not Abberline, but Bournemouth House is still her home an’ her kids are there.  *She leaves the brig and goes up on the bridge; she watches Deppville coming closer and closer … too much has been going on for her to feel like it’s coming home; Kat is a mess, she’s not entirely sure how well things are between her and Donnie.  They’ve both said that they’ve forgiven each other for everything that has happened, but how is he to trust that she won’t take off again?  And even if she understands the kiss, it still breaks her heart to think of it – and despite concerns for Kat, she keeps seeing the vision ... *

Donnie *walks up behind her and puts his arms around her waist leaning his head on her shoulder*  What are you thinking about?

Grace *smiles a little*  Nothing, luv.  Jus’ glad te be back is all.  *The Brave reaches the dock and Grace watches as the crew steers the ship in place and secures it; turns to Donnie*  Will ye go help Ichy carry Kat up on deck and ashore?  I’ll get Thomas te fetch a cab fer ‘em.

Donnie *knows that something is on her mind, but doesn’t say anything; kisses her on the cheek*  Sure, of course.  *Goes to the brig and together he and Ichy bring Kat ashore.  Moments later a cap arrives and takes Ichy and Kat to Bournemouth House.  Donnie returns to the Brave after helping Ichy and Kat; looks at Grace*  Are you ready to go home?  *Hesitates*  Or would you prefer to stay here?  *Pauses*  Alone?

Grace *meets his gaze and allows him to see the tears forming in her eyes*  I’m comin’ … I promise ye, I’m not mad at ye.  I jus’ keep seein’ that bloody vision an’ it hurts, savvy?

Donnie *looks at her desperately*  I don’t know what to do.

Grace *smiles a little*  I jus’ need a bit o’ time.  *Touches his face*  We’ve been through a lot, we can make it through this one, too.  *Donnie nods; there doesn’t seem to much else to say right now.  They go ashore together and find a cab to take them to Arwen.*

At Chez Roux:

Abberline *feels himself calmer, but the sensation of Manouche's presence is gone for now.  To his own wonder he can clearly see her in his mind, she's reading a book on the floor, lying on a cushion in her cosy room, and involuntarily his lips curl to a smile.  He forgets Daphne and returns down the stairs to the tavern, where Perhan is waiting for him with a drink ready.*  Where do you go when you don't want to go home?  Or do you have a home?

Perhan *looks at him carefully, relieved to see that he looks a little calmer, less feverish.  He hands him the drink he ordered for him*  Not sure where you’d like to go, but there are options.  You could stay right here for a time, if there’s a room available.  As for me, I do have a home .. *grins* … I have a Gypsy wagon right at the edge of town.  It’s decent size, you’d be welcome to stay there if you like.  And if you want some privacy … I have a new girlfriend, she’s got an apartment just outside of the Court.  I could probably stay with her.  *takes a drink*

Abberline *thinks about Chiana, and again feels the bitter sensation of guilt and shame and love, all blended together, and he pushes the glass away, it falls and breaks*  I don't want to stay anywhere.  I lost my wife ....  I want her back so badly .... *and though he bites his teeth, he feels that his eyes are filling with tears, streaming down on his face, and he can't stop them, and he can distinctly hear a voice from afar, telling a small boy that boys don't cry, and he grits his teeth and brushes his face with his sleeve, muttering embarrassed*  I've been drinking too much ...  *and then he feels that he has to confide in someone and the words just come pouring out*  Look, it all started the wrong way.  I loved another, someone I could never be with, but I could not stop thinking of her ... She had a better man.  And then, Kat lost her memory, and I took her in because she had no one else to take care of her.  After all, she was the mother of my son.  I just could not leave her at the hospital. She didn't remember anything before Fiji ...  And she was in love with me ...  I never knew that.  It was just a brief encounter, and I was still married then.  And then she became pregnant, and she fled, and I found her at the hospital ...  And I asked her to marry me, mainly because of the child, or that was what I was saying to myself.  But it wasn't so simple.  I don't think I can live without her ... Maybe we don't suit each other, but ... She is so confusing, she is a mystery to me, with her blend of weakness and strength, she's at the same time fragile and tough, and she irritates me and she makes me mad, she tells me she loves me and then she runs away ... she baffles me and she fascinates me ... and I don't think I am suited to live a harmonious family life with a meek wife ... and it irks me that she is a pirate, but at the same time, that's what makes her so irresistible to me, she is a free spirit ... and what is most amazing, of all the men she could have, she chose me.

Perhan *grabs a few napkins from the table, bends down and picks up part of the broken glass; a waitress comes over and finishes cleaning it up, he nods his thanks to her.  He turns, listens sympathetically to Abberline’s story*  Inspector, I already know a lot of your story.  I’ve heard much from Manouche and Alifi, and I’ve seen some on my own.  *grins*  Fortune teller, you know.  *he takes another drink*  You and Kat go back an’ forth like this all the time.  Perhaps that’s your lot.  The trick of it all is, how do you maintain through the ups and downs?  If the two of you must go on this way, how will you not let this pattern pull you apart?  So far, you’ve both done admirably.  But this new situation, it’s different … Manouche has always insisted that no matter what happens, Kat loves you with all her heart, that you mustn’t doubt that.  And we all know you love Kat.  You’re both very different types of people, but it’s usually been my experience that if there’s enough love and determination between two people, they find a way to make it work.  *he finishes his drink, sets the glass down*  It sounds to me like you’re ready to go home.  My offer still stands, you can consider my door open anytime.  But to my way of thinking, you would be best off home, with your children.  Who knows, Kat may be back there by now.  I didn’t see The Brave come into port, but word went ‘round that Grace sent Mrs. Abberline home, to Bournemouth House.  Why not go see if she’s there, an’ talk to her?  You two may come through this just as you always have.  *a thought comes into his head, of the rumors about Kat and Abberline and their frisky behavior at the hospital; he can’t help but grin at the thought.  He finds a cigarette, quickly lights it, offers one to Abberline*

Abberline:  I don't know.  *he feels embarrassed for having opened up for this guy whom he doesn't know well*  There's Marta and Candy and Chiana, and I can't just let them see me like that ...  *he accepts the cigarette*  Maybe I'll spend the night at my den at From Hell Court.  And I wouldn't want to intrude upon you and your girlfriend.  Kat and me, we don't do much talking, she doesn't like that ... *his eyes dreamy* … but she did say to me that she loved me, quite a confession from her.  But it was then, she's changed now ... Thanks anyway, but I am going my way ... *he gets up and tries to find his wallet*  I am sorry, I can't pay ... *and he walks away from the table, out of the tavern back to From Hell Court*

Perhan *watches him go sympathetically*  See ya, Inspector.  *shakes his head, looks at the barkeep*  Ross, one more, please.  *he lowers his eyes, murmurs very softly under his breath, a Rom good-luck chant for Abberline.  Looks up, nods as Ross sets another drink in front of him*

At la Maison de Paradis:

Ava: *walking to the hallway and picks up the phone, she dials their home number and the phone begins to ring* Hello George it's me.

George: *picking up the phone*  Hi babe.

Ava:  George did you not read my letter I left you on the kitchen table next to a muffin

George: What muffin *looks at the table only the letter remains* I swear babe listen I am really busy

Ava: *sighs and presses her back against the wall and falls down slowly* George you’re always busy now I have good news.

George:  can’t it wait babe look I am really busy.

Ava: *fighting back the tears* no it can’t, you’re turning into him *wipes the solemn tear that rolls down her cheek* I want you to come down to the hospital this instant I need your DNA that's if you want to be a family.

George: *hearing Ava sniff he feels as if his guts have been wrenched out*  Ava babe I am sorry I will come straight away. *sighs*  I am sorry.  I love you.

Ava:  I love you too bye George I will be waiting.

George:  Bye.

Ava *puts down the receiver and picks herself up, she wipes the tears away and picks up Sam. She takes him to the window to look outside, Sam looks up at Ava he smiles at her and puts his head on her chest. He gives Ava a little baby sigh and they both gaze out of the window watching the children playing pirates. Ava sees little Brian playing by himself, she looks at him and then Sam and she smiles; he was such a nice little boy he would fit well in to the Jung house hold.*

At Tropical Breeze:

George *heads back down to the basement to talk to his business partners*  My fine gentlemen this meeting has been adjourned I have important matters to attend to so would you kindly leave until I come back. *They all stand up* but before you go which one of you ate my muffin. *they all leave and George hides the evidence away*

*After a short time of tidying up George leaves the house for the hospital. George feels guilty about speaking to Ava like that but he hasn’t had that drug rush in such a long time, it makes him feel powerful.*

At Arwen:

*It’s been a few minutes since the cab dropped them off, but Donnie and Grace are still standing a few feet away from their little home and just gazing at the house.*

Donnie *still with his eyes on the house*  I guess we should go in …

Grace *also looking at the house*  Aye, I s’pose we should …*still, neither of them move; both thinking that something as simple as opening the door could trigger a bomb of some kind.  Grace throws her bag over her shoulder, takes a deep breath and walks towards the house*  Right, well, I’m exhausted an’ I want te sleep in my bed an’ not in the backyard …

Donnie *picks up his bag as well; glances at Grace*  Maybe we should check and see if anyone has tried to break in?

Grace *stops in her tracks, looks back at him*  A grand idea, luv.  *They go around the cabin checking every window and the doors, but there are no indications that anyone has forced their way in.  Grace walks determinedly up to the door, unlocks it; then hesitates a bit before pushing it open.  Nothing happens.  They both breathe a sigh of relief*  Bloody ‘ell, this sort o’ thing really messes with yer nerves, don’t it?

Donnie *following her inside*  Yeah …

Grace *steps into the living-room; her gaze falls on the couch … that’s where … she shakes the thought out of her mind and continues upstairs; dumps her bag on the floor and practically falls onto the bed.  Looks tiredly at Donnie as he enters the room and puts his bag on the floor*  I don’t know about you, but I feel like haven’t slept fer a week!

Donnie *sits down on the edge of the bed next to her; smiles a little*  Why don’t you take a little nap and I’ll straighten the place up …

Grace *takes his hand*  I’d rather iffen ye stayed ‘ere … *she scoots over, making room for him*

Donnie *lies down next to her and puts his arms around her holding her close; kisses her hair and whispers*  I love you so much.

Grace *softly*  I love ye too.  *She closes her eyes and quickly falls asleep*

At Tortuga:

Alphonse *having docked The Corpse Bride at Tortuga, proceeded to spend all his time on the ship, a little uneasy about leaving it and wandering around alone.  Why did Raven have to take off like he did?  Granted, he’s just a boy, but he was good company, and Alphonse felt more secure having him around.  Finally, he decides he’s being ridiculous; he’s here, he may as well explore.  Silly to just turn around and go home.  He leaves his ship, turns to look up at it once more, feeling very proud of it – except for that silly name – and then he turns to walk toward the village.  He sees two women coming toward him, and nods politely*  Ladies …

First woman *looks at him, eyes wide, then scowls; swings her hand back, slaps him hard*

Alphonse:  Oww!!  *brings his hand up to his face, stares at her, incredulous*  Madame, what is the meaning of this!  *he turns to her friend*  Perhaps you can explain—

Second woman *glares at him with equal disdain, slaps him as well.  They raise their noses in the air haughtily and continue on their way*

Alphonse *rubbing his cheek*  What in the world … *he shakes his head, turns, starts again for the village.  A woman approaches, holding the hand of a little girl, skipping along beside her.  Alphonse forgets the slaps, and smiles at the charming little girl*

The mother *stops as she sees him, frowns*  You!!  *she slaps him*  That’s for my sister!  How dare you trifle with her!!

Little girl *scowls up at Alphonse, swings her foot back and kicks his shin*  Bad man!!  *the child and her mother leave Alphonse groaning and hopping on one foot, clutching his shin tenderly*

Alphonse *calls after them*  What are you talking about, what sister?!  Are you mad??  *he shakes his head, frustrated, then continues on toward the village, this time keeping his head down and trying not to look at anyone.  He puzzles over what’s going on.  The last time he ran into treatment like this, it was because he was mistaken for ……… *  Ohhh.  *he stops in his tracks, eyes wide, surprised as the answer comes to him; then he hears some men laughing and talking all at once.  He follows the sound, soon comes to a horses’ trough, surrounded by the laughing men.  He pushes through them, sees a familiar figure splashing about in the water.  He looks down at him, shakes his head, smirks*  Cousin Dean … I should’ve known.  *he reaches out a hand to help Dean Corso out of the trough*

Corso:  Stop babbling and help me out of here, you bloody fool!  What the hell are you doing here?  *smirks*  Wouldn't have guessed that you go for places like this, dear cousin.  Not quite up to your standards, eh?  I think they didn't even have any napkins at the bar I ate supper in.  *he looks darkly at the crowd*  All right, folks, the show is over now. I've had enough of Tortuga for a while.  *He scowls at a lady who is laughing heartily, recognizes her as one of the wenches he had fun with yesterday, he swings his hand back and slaps her hard*  I think you deserved that.

Alphonse *frowns, grabs Corso, pulls him away from the wench*  Stop it!!  Rolling around in pig sties, slapping women like a common thug, what would the family think??  *he lowers his voice, tersely*  Besides, you’ll only make the women angry.  And you know what happens when you … *his voice trails off as several wenches who saw the slap gather around ominously; he looks at Corso sternly*  Now you’ve done it.  Mass retaliation.  *he and Corso stand close together, back to back, as the wenches move closer, their eyes flashing, some clenching their fists.  Alphonse braces himself for a beating, then looks past them, sees something that gives him hope.  He points, shouts out*  Well, I’ll be!  Look who’s coming, it’s Jack Sparrow!!

Jack *sauntering leisurely toward the group, a wench on each side, rolls his eyes*  CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow … *he stops short, eyes widen as the other wenches spin around and glare at him.  He puts on a charming smile*  Ah!  Ladies!  How good to see you all again!  I was just talking about you … er, one or two of you … to … *he hugs the woman on his right* … to Annie here—

Woman *scowls*  SCARLETT.

Jack:  Oh!  Apologies, luv.  *glances nervously to woman on his left, hugs her quickly, speaks to the crowd again*  That it, I was telling Annie here—

2nd woman *glaring*  GISELLE.

Jack *looks at her in astonishment*  Really?  Are you sure, luv?  *Giselle nods menacingly; Jack glances around, as if looking for something*  Well … what the bloody hell happened to Annie??!!  *he looks at Scarlett and Giselle, grins nervously as he carefully removes his arms from their waists, moves back a couple of steps*  Must’ve fallen behind.  *the wenches cry out in furious unison, start to go for him; Jack yells*  AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!  *turns and runs, the crowd of women after him in hot pursuit*

Alphonse *looks at Corso smugly*  No need to thank me for getting you out of that mess.  Since you’re faring so well for yourself, you don’t need me anymore.  I see you have the 12th Commandment at your disposal.  Seeing as how you’ve now single-handedly rendered Tortuga as yet another inhospitable locale for all Corsos … *he flinches as another woman walks by, glares at both of them, then continues on* … I guess I’ll head back home, on my beautiful new boat … er, ship.  *he turns, starts to walk away, back toward the docks*

 Corso *rolls his eyes*  Isn't that cousin of mine a hoot.  You don't know how much I have to suffer from his bad behaviour towards ladies.  But Dean, he is just incorrigible.  *he smiles a smile that makes him look like a mischievous boy, the smile that makes women melt*  But I really don't mind being slapped by adorable, breathtakingly beautiful young women like you ... *he spreads his arms apologetically*  I really would like to compensate for him.  Anyone who finds the wallet of Dean Corso will get a tour in the 12th Commandment.  The pantry is stuffed with strawberries and champagne and fluted crystal glasses and *he winks* rum.  Lots of rum.  *what say you?  *He looks expectantly at the woman, who gets a calculating shrewd look*

The woman *hesitantly*  I might know who took it ...  Champagne, you say?  And real glasses?  *Corso smiles reassuringly and offers his arm * I was so sure you were Dean ...

Corso *quickly*  Oh no, we may look alike, but there is one great difference between me and him.  It's that rogue’s glint in his eyes you can tell us apart from.  And I would never ever hit a lady, whereas Dean, he has no manners, he's a brute, pretending to be a gentleman.  I am not pretending anything.

The woman *looks at him, right into his brown innocent eyes*  Aye.  Black Betty has the wallet.  I saw 'er.