Pirates of the Caribbean 2: The Lost Girl

Ok, I could never think up good titles! It's a Jack Sparrow story mostly. If you read this, PLEASE LEAVE A REVIEW, GOOD OR BAD! There's no point writing if no one's reading, is there? Lol, enjoy!

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Elizabeth Swann held her newborn baby daughter close in her arms as the boat swayed softly. Will opened the door of the little cabin and walked in, sitting on the floor with his wife.

He noticed the tears in her eyes and held her close. "It'll be ok." He said soothingly.

"No, it won't." Elizabeth muttered. "Will, what are we going to do? You know as well as I do that the malaria is contagious. And if both of her parents have it, she'll most likely catch it too!"

"We don't know if we have it." Will said reluctantly.

"Will, we both know the first thing you catch is a fever. I've already begun to feel chills. Two men have died in our crew because of it. Our baby has to get out of here!"

Before Will could reply, there was a sudden shout.

"Quick! We're under attack!" Voices ran out from the top deck. Will jumped to his feet in the little room, and as Elizabeth rose he pushed her back down.

"Stay here with our baby. I'll go help."

Elizabeth, although she would rather go and fight, sat back down and nursed her new baby. She laid her head back. Her fever made her want to fall asleep, but she knew she couldn't with her baby. As though answering her mother's thoughts, the child opened her eyes, and Elizabeth quickly fell in love. The eyes where so blue, not even the ocean could compare to them. Elizabeth had already thought of a name for her baby. It suited her beautifully. The name, when translated into Latin, meant 'a pearl'. That was what she was. A wonderful, perfect pearl.

Elizabeth's head snapped back as she listened to the noises on top deck. Clanging and crashing sounds seeped through the doorway. Then a voice.

"Can't an old friend drop by then?"

Elizabeth closed her eyes and, in spite of herself, giggled.

Will's voice then rang out from the upper deck. "When friends drop by, Jack, they usually don't bring their crew armed with swords."

Elizabeth could practically hear Jack grinning. "Where's your bonnie lass, then?"

"Downstairs."

Elizabeth heard two sets of footsteps come down the stairs into her room. The door swung open, and Jack Sparrow staggered into the room and dropped down next to her.

His eyes widened, only for a second, as he looked at the newborn girl. He then grinned at her. " 'Lizabeth. Baby."

"Hello Mr Sparrow." Elizabeth cocked her head, taking in all she saw. True, he did still walked like a drunk, and he still had his drawl, but the smell of brandy was gone. His clothes where patched neatly, and everything was washed. His shoes where obviously now polished painstakingly, but the beads and dreadlocks where still the same.

"Captain, love, Captain Sparrow. And I suppose you're going back to Port Royal now?"

Elizabeth slumped down on the wall. That was the last thing she wanted to do.

"Miss Swann – Mrs Turner?" Jack asked again, looking at her with raised eyebrows.

Elizabeth's head suddenly rose, and a small smile began to form at her lips. "No. But you are, Captain."

Jacks brow instantly knitted. "Beg 'pardon?"

Elizabeth shifted positions so she was kneeling. The baby, startled about the sudden movement, gave a small cry and then fell back asleep.

"Oh please, Captain. Take her back to my father, and tell him that I will be while, I don't know how long. I have malaria, Jack, Will and I both do, and the crew have caught it as well. It's not a safe place for a child … could you just take her back to my father?"

Jack looked up at Will, mystified. "Listen 'Lizabeth, you are obviously not feeling well. Having malaria could make you…not right in the head. Now, just think 'bout what you're askin' me. You want me to jus' wander up to the Governor, while all of his army is lookin' for me, and tell him, here's your daughter's baby, she want's you ta' look after it. Great, bye. Now, you think that's the best approach? No."

"So you won't do it?" Elizabeth's face dropped. "Please, Mr Sparrow?"

"It's Captain, love, and I really can't. 'Onestly, if I could help you out, I would. I think I've proven that to ya. But seeing as though it's impossible – "

Jack stood to leave. He reached out his hand towards Elizabeth. But instead of shaking it, she grasped the outstretched hand and pulled herself up to face Jack.

"Captain Sparrow," She began, attempting to smile again, "I'll write you a letter, right now. It will explain that you are my messenger."

"Love, they'll have me dead before I'll be able to step onto the bay, let alone give them a letter – "

"In that letter," Elizabeth said, raising her voice above Jack's, "It will entitle you to take your pick of any one piece of silver in our house."

Jack raised his eyebrows, suddenly silent. "Anything?"

"Anything." Elizabeth repeated.

Jack considered this offer for about two seconds.

"Alright then." Jack took the sleeping baby from Elizabeth's arms and stared at it. "What do I do with it again?"

"Just … look after her, ok?"

Jack cocked his head at it, trying to figure out the best way to hold this foreign object.

"Does it have a name?"

Elizabeth smiled softly. "Margaret. Meg for short."

"Alright then." Jack said loftily, finally deciding to sling Meg over his arm. "Let's have the letter."

Elizabeth walked over to the little desk in her room and pulled out a quill and paper. She scribbled quickly, trying to ignore the sudden chill that had come over her. She then stuffed the letter into an envelope and handed it to Jack.

He swiftly stuffed it into his coat pocket.

"Good day then, 'Lizabeth. Will." With that, he turned and walked out of the cabin.

"What that the best choice?" Will asked uncertainly to Elizabeth.

Elizabeth looked away from her husband and shook her head.

"No. It was the only choice."

Jack took Meg up to his ship. Gibbs stared at it in horror. "What's that?" He asked in a whisper.

Jack held up his free hand. "Now, before anyone says anything, I'm getting silver out of the Swann household for this – "

He was broken off as the baby began to scream. Not just softly, but so loud that no one could here the waves anymore.

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH IT?" Jack bellowed over the child's screams.

Anna Maria walked up, and took the baby from Jack and sat down on the floor. She then pulled off the top of her dress and began to breast feed Meg.

Jack's eyes shifted over to Mr Gibbs. They backed away slowly from her, and turned.

"How does she do that?" Jack muttered to Gibbs.

Gibbs shrugged. "Well, since her baby died from malaria, I guess she still has milk in her."

Jack gave a shudder.

For two days they sailed. When they finally reached Port Royal, Jack set off to find the Swann house. No one gave him a second glance. He had pulled up all of his dreadlocks into a hat, had removed the beads and combed through his beard. He had also put on simpler clothes. He had his gun with him, (of course) but all of his normal weapons where left on the ship.

Jack sauntered drunkenly up the path, and rapped on the Governor's door. A maid opened it, looking flustered. "Yes sir?"

"Would I be able to have a few words with the Governor, please?" Jack asked, the baby on his hip.

The maid looked on the verge of tears. "Sir, the Gov'ner's died. He died from malaria. I'm terribly sorry, but we are all in a bit of a flap. Sorry, but we can't help ya."

She went to close the door, but Jack shoved his foot so it wouldn't properly shut/ "What do I do with this then?" He demanded, giving the baby a shake.

The maid's terrified voice sounded out from inside. "I don't know, sir. But I do know I can't help ya. Please, could you shut the door?"

Jack swore loudly and turned on his heel and walked back to the boat. There was no talk about it; the child must go back to her mother. But Elizabeth's words rang through his head. Please, Mr Sparrow… I have malaria, Captain, Will and I both do, and the crew have caught it as well. It's not a safe place for a child … Just … look after her, ok?

Jack groaned as he looked at the baby. Meg stared back at him. Her blue eyes blinked, with her long lashes perfectly framing them.

Jack swore again as he jumped back onto the boat. "Bloody woman." He muttered. Everyone turned to look at him. "What's it still doing here?" Gibbs grunted, glaring at Jack.

"Change of plans." Jack snarled disgustedly, handing Meg to Anna Maria. "We're keeping her."

Everyone stared at their Captain. Jack met their accusing looks. "What are you all looking at? Gibbs, go sail this boat out of here. Mr Cotton, get your parrot to stop chewing the rope. Anna Maria, look after Meg."

"After who?" Gibbs asked, horrified.

"The baby, obviously. Anyway, never ask questions to your captain. And the rest of you… just go! Come on, let's sail this boat!"