There was forceful banging on Admiral Norrington's bedroom door. Shaking the sleep from his head, he turned to the sleeping figure beside him. He thought for a moment. But before he could get word in edge wise the banging was threatening to wake his wife.

The admiral stood reaching for his shirt, slowly and achingly (She demanded nothing less of the naval officer than she did her former pirate husband), he made his way to the door.

"Yes?" he asked testily donning his shirt which he didn't bother to button up.

"Admiral! I'm not interrupting anything am I?"

"Get to the point Gillette," the admiral yawned.

"Sir," The young major lowered his voice. "He has resurfaced," Norrington's senses snapped to an acute tone, but he responded by giving his friend an odd look

"Sorry, didn't quite catch that," he yawned again.

"Sir…."

"Gillett it had better be important," Norrington looked to his wife who was stirring in her sleep, noticing his absence. He had to get back to her before she grew alarmed and actually woke.

"Sir,"

"Whatever it is, it can wait till morning,"

"But sir,"

"Get some sleep major," Norrington yawned again.

"Sir!"

"Good night Gillett," Admiral Norrington closed the door on his friend. Tired he took off his shirt (hoping to fool her) and slipped between the covers next to her. He touched her shoulder and instinctively she rolled into his arms. He always felt like he mattered when he was holding her.

"James, you're shaking," she whispered.

"You were awake the whole time…?"

"Mullroy shakes the doorknob before banging….Gillett bangs….and Murtag bangs down the door…." She yawned snuggling closer to his warmth.

"Oh shush, go back to sleep," he said to her.

"You're shaking, how can I?" she answered, he felt a soft smile curl on her lips, pressed against his chest.

"Shhhh…I'm here, go back to sleep…." He yawned harder this time.

"S'cold," she moaned pulling herself closer to him. He responded by doing the same thing tightening the blankets around them. She never ceased to amaze him. She might not've been Elizabeth, but he loved her nonetheless.

She woke up to an empty spot that morning. Men…what is it they find so damn committing that they can't stay in bed with their lovers, or wives long enough to wake with them? Always the first out of bed. She sat up and rubbed her head. Her legs ached, and her head joined in them, and she felt sick. She looked up to the large mirror that was in the room. She couldn't be…could she? Only six months into a marriage…and already? She shook the idea from her head…now there was one thing her old husband couldn't do to save his life. Give her, or anyone for that matter, children. Not that he was a eunuch, he just wasn't well…you get the point.

James paced his office….how in hell could this happen? This wasn't even logical! Probable! Possible! Yet there the man sat; his eyes boring into him. His best friend in ages was staring back at him! HIM! The admiral! James sighed.

"Commodore," the pirate drawled.

"Captain, the title as is, for the past nine months has been Admiral," James corrected his best friend. Captain rolled his eyes.

"Admiral," he drawled longer than necessary. "You aren't going to hang me, are you?"

"Mr. Sparrow, you're dead,"

"Admiral,"

"How did you do it this time, Jack," James asked sitting atop his desk top looking the pirate over. "What did you do?"
"Well I talked my way out of hell, mate," Jack grinned for effect. "And did it laughing, too,"

"Mr. Sparrow, you're dead, I watched you die, and shot you myself, how the bloody hell are you alive?" James demanded. Jack's cool gaze met his eyes.

"Does your wife know that? Commodore? That you murdered her husband and your best friend. Or does she know only that he was the victim of some tropical fever?" Jack asked angry. James' eyes narrowed.

"Mr. Sparrow…I'd advise you stay away from her,"
"You can't keep me from her James, there's a part of her that still loves me, and neither you nor I can stomp that from her," Jack calmly stood; he looked around the office taking in the view.

"Mr. Sparrow,"

"Nice office," he said before turning to leave. "Although," he turned to duck his head into the office. "Being dead does have its advantages!" he smiled before sauntering off. James sunk behind his desk, rubbing his eyes. This was not supposed to happen!

She smiled softly to herself. Ryan, her brother who happened to be a doctor had confirmed it earlier that day. A mother. Something she had given up hope on being long ago. And her child will be born into privilege. She can afford to give it the life she always longed to give her family. She smiled leaning into the plush seat closing her eyes to the warm early summer sun. A mother…

Jack sauntered down the streets. James had told him to stay away from her. Told her she was off limits, told her that he would ignore his presence here in Port Royal or any other place for that matter if he stayed away from her. Jack was a man of pride, and when he left her here, his pride and joy, he'd come back for her. No one loved Jack Sparrow and blew him off for a naval officer. But still the aministy was hard to pass up. Nonetheless. Captain Sparrow had his ways of being known when he wanted to with out actually being seen.

James rode home on Ink. His favorite thoroughbred, the black as ink horse trotted up, showing off his good looks. A wedding gift from his wife, to whom he was returning. His lovely, beautiful wife…his rare Caribbean flower; she was enough to make any man happy, just peel away the hard layer of strength, and revealed is the delicate nymph. Nyad, he'd always called her. According to Greek Mythology they were the most beautiful sea fairies in all the land. And now she was his…so many years of dancing around her, jealousy growing to near insanity, and then madness, which eventually led to murder, and then claiming her. But at a terrible price. His best friend.

Still dazed confused, and a little bit tired, she looked to her beloved husband who sat across from her. She loved his dark hair. The way it wafted in waves over his shoulders when he let it down for the night. The way it felt when she tangled her fingers in it. She tilted her head. This was love.

"Is something the matter?" James asked her finishing his tea. She shook her head. The only challenge to becoming a mother at this point was how to tell him. James stood nodding to her. She was exceptionally quite, generally she'd be babbling on about how Elizabeth was fretting over Will's workaholic streak. Or what other gossip she had. But now she had a proud smile over her face, and couldn't help but stare distantly into space.

"James," she said cautiously. He looked to her.

"Yes,"

"I don't talk about Jack much," she said. He sighed.

"No you don't, you miss him though,"

"Yes, but that's not it,"

"What is?" he asked his heart pounding against the wall of his chest. She couldn't know, could she? This fast?

"There was one thing we always wanted but could never get," she added.

"You were pirates, what couldn't you get?"

"A family," she answered. "That's why we built the house, we had planned on filling it with children, lots of children," she nodded.

"Oh," James nodded, so she was musing on having a family. "I was just thinking that'd be lovely one day," he tried to comfort her, when he knew dammed well he wasn't interested in children at the moment, wasn't ready to be a father, not just yet.

"Then that one day, is today," she smiled standing with him. She took his hand and kissed his cheek, close to his lips. He looked to her oddly.

"You mean to tell me?" he asked. She nodded. Him a father? He couldn't be, could he?

"Oh, James, isn't it wonderful!" she asked. So that explains her proud smile. There was a clatter of over turning furniture, and a split second later the door to the study burst open and a very flustered Elizabeth ran through the doors.

"Elizabeth?" She looked her friend over.

"Oh, Isolde, I'm so sorry,"

"Sorry, about what?" Isolde looked her friend over.

"Didn't you hear?" Elizabeth looked to James.

"Hear about what?"

"Jack is alive,"