Captain Jack Sparrow did not attack passenger ships—but other pirates did. The scent of burnt wood and flesh reached his nostrils long before the Pearl found the wreckage. The ship was gone now, leaving only shards of burning wood atop the water and a few straggling passengers shouting as they were pulled down along with it. Jack took off his tri-cornered hat and tipped it in honor of those who had died. Suddenly there was desperate screaming on the other side of the ship. The crew rushed to ready a line to pull the injured woman on board while Jack looked around wildly for Will—he knew that the boy had been found in a similar state by Elizabeth's ship.

"I'm here, Captain." Will said softly, wrapping an arm around his lover.

"I didn't know if this would bother ye or not." Jack turned to the younger man to find his brown ups wide and haunted.

"If we save one person then we have passed along the kindness that was bestowed on me." Will whispered as the woman was pulled on board and laid out on the deck.

Once on her back it was obvious that the woman was heavily pregnant. Her pained screams made it obvious that the shock of the ship being attacked had put her into labor. The crew turned to their captain for direction but it was Will that spoke up.

"Get her dress up and her stockings out of the way. Can anyone understand the language she is speaking?" Will asked, running to get clean water and cloth.

"Nay Will, she is just babbling, the shock and pain seems to have pulled her somewhere else." Mr. Gibbs answered as he did Will's bidding.

Will knelt at the woman's side and began cleaning the blood from her face and neck.

"You're safe now; you're no longer in danger." He murmured as he dabbed the cool water across her brow.

Jack watched in awe as the woman calmed and steeled herself to give birth. Gibbs hastily splashed water over his hands and readied himself to catch the child. Will continued to speak to the woman softly as he rubbed her back and shoulders. After what seemed like en eternity to Jack, Mr. Gibb's placed a squalling babe at the woman's breast. She smiled happily as she nurse, but then Mr. Gibb's noticed something. She was still bleeding and it wasn't stopping. Weakly, the woman nodded at his incredulous face and handed the child to Will.

"Is she dead?" Will whispered, clutching the babe to his own chest.

"Aye lad. She had just enough strength left in her to birth her babe." Gibb's sighed, pulling a sheet over the woman's prone form.

"How long to Port Royal?"

"Port Royal? About a day and a half if we sail full speed."

Will turned wide, pleading eyes to his lover. Jack sighed softly before calling out the order to sail full speed towards Port Royal. Jack then turned the corpse of the woman on his deck.

"Mr. Gibbs, someone will have to pump her teats for milk if we want the babe to survive until we get to Port." Jack hooked at arm around his lover then and steered them towards their cabin.

"You want to keep the babe, don't you Love." Jack asked as he closed the door behind them.

"I always wanted a family, Jack. It's something I thought I'd have with Elizabeth, but then I met you and I realized that Elizabeth wasn't what I wanted at all." Will smiled ruefully. "But a family is still something I wanted."

"What is the child?"

"A lad, Jack. A son."

"And I know there's only one name a Turner man will name his son." Jack smiled crookedly.

"Yes, William Turner. William Sparrow Turner." He gazed at Jack hopefully.

"Aye lad, tis a fine name." Jack's voice was chocked with an emotion that Will had never heard and it gave the younger man hope.

"But since the only shortened versions left for my name are Billy and Willy, I'm going to call him Liam." Will explained, laying the child on the bed.

"What will he call me?"

"Captain, poppa—that'll be your choice."

"Poppa, I like the sound of that."