Elizabeth was sat on the deck of the pirate ship; she wore a white gown, with blue edgings to it. In front of her was a little boy about two years old. Her stomach was swollen to the size of seven months of pregnancy.
Jack smiled watching his wife and child on the deck of his ship.
Elizabeth Sparrow smiled happily as she played with the child.
Life had been pretty easy for them recently, he had his crew, and they were travelling around together like a true family.
Elizabeth smiled, if you told her years earlier that she would be with a pirate she would have scoffed at the idea, and even more at the concept of being a mother whilst travelling the seven seas.
Mrs Sparrow smiled, Happiness on the seven seas, she thought to herself that life could not get better than this.