Author's note: Yes, its me again! Here's a new piece, inspired by a story idea my brother (who was my inspiration for the Norry twins) gave me. As always, Will, Miss Kiss-of-Death, and all the rest belong to the mouse.

Will stood at the helm of the Black Pearl, reflecting. He'd grown used to being in charge in his ten years as captain of the Flying Dutchman, but being first mate under Jack wasn't the worst thing he'd ever had to do. After all, ever since Jack had found out about his own son almost a year ago, he'd mostly left the Pearl to Will's care while he gallivanted around on Jonas' ship, no doubt driving the poor boy crazy. Jack had even taken Liam on as a cabin boy when he was old enough, so Will had a chance to make up for the nine years of his son's life that he'd missed. Liam had dealt with absent parents more in his life than he deserved; Elizabeth had died giving birth to she and Will's twin daughters, Jacquelyn and Jocelyn, when he was only ten.

He seemed to be turning out well, despite all this; he was now fifteen and one of the best tars aboard the Pearl. He scanned the deck and found his son crouched near a makeshift table made from a board and a barrel, playing cards with the thirteen-year-old Norrington twins. Jack seemed to make a habit of picking up everyone's whelps, Will mused.

That thought brought him back to why they were taking the Pearl out anyway. They were on their way to pick up his five-year-old daughters from one of their mother's aunts in Portsmouth. When he'd been left with the girls and Liam after Elizabeth's death, he'd soon figured out that he knew nothing about parenting infants. He'd managed to track down Elizabeth's Aunt Marjorie and convince her to raise the girls for him. Liam he'd brought back with him and left with the former commodore's wife, who assured him she'd treat him the same as her two boys. Jack had taken Will on as his new first mate after Joshamee Gibbs had retired, so he was frequently back in Tortuga to see his son in the years before he was old enough to join the crew.

He hadn't been nearly so lucky with his daughters. All he had of them was a mental image of two infants, one blonde and fair, the other dark-haired, and what he gleaned from Marjorie's letters. He didn't want to let the girls' childhoods slip by him the way that Liam's had, so he had arranged for them to come and stay with the Norringtons, who had two young girls of their own. Secretly he wondered how the girls were going to react to meeting him and their older brother. They'd been less than a year old when he'd left them with Marjorie, and this time around there was no Elizabeth telling them about their father, just a woman who had known their mother when she was small.

He tried to shake the worried feeling; they were his daughters, and they would all get to know each other soon enough.

Across the deck, Liam, Jim, and Tom sat engrossed in their game of Brag. Tom had a lousy hand, so he decided to distract the others with talk. "So, Liam, what are your sisters like?"

Liam stared at his own hand, equally unimpressive, and frowned. "I can't tell you for sure, I haven't seen them since they were babies. All I really recall is that Jackie has dark hair and Joss has blonde hair. Aunt Marjorie's letters say that Jackie is the leader, which makes since, since she's the oldest."

Jim was smiling at his hand. "Its too bad they're so young… twins and twins sounds like a good match." Liam answered him with a cuff on the shoulder. "Hey, I was just joking."

"Maybe while we're joking I should make a comment on your little sister? The older one, what's her name? Oh yeah, Annie…"

Both twins glared back at him. Tom spoke up, "Okay, okay, we get your point. Time to show 'em, whadaya got?"

Liam put down two jacks, an ace, a ten, and a five. "Jacks or better."

Tom put down his hand, facedown. "That beats me. What about you, Jim?"

Grinning, Jim laid down two kings, two queens, and an ace. "Two pair."

Both the other boys cursed mildly. Liam gathered the pile of money in the middle and pushed it toward Jim. "God, Jim, you're gonna beggar me."