Author's Note: So, I really enjoyed At World's End. Especially the reunion of Willabeth. After months of my family torturing me and saying that it would be Jack and Elizabeth, I finally got my wish. And since I enjoyed it so much when I went to the 8:00 showing on Friday, I'm going to go re-see it tomorrow with my family. And we are definitely going to stay through the credits! I'm kick myself for missing the ten year reunion of Will, Elizabeth, and their son. Anyways, enjoy! And please read and review!

"I do not think I can keep doing this." The words slip across the air like a ship across dead seas. The morning fog is barely lifted off the piercingly blue water and the soft sounds of slumber still fill the cabin. Her body shakes as the cold draft slips under the heavy wooden door. Her hair hangs in front of her face, the golden locks settled haphazardly across her head.

"Momma," a soft voice calls for the bed she vacated only moments ago. Her breath catches in her throat. Embarrassed to be caught, embarrassed to think her daughter might have heard what she had said, she turns and tries to smile at the six year-old. Her daughter's small hand pushes her golden brown locks away from her face, the key around her neck glittering in the sunlight that has danced its way through the not-so-water-tight boards. The key that has not left her neck since she was old enough to hold her head up alone.

The key to her father's heart.

"Momma, what can't you keep doing?" Her inquisitive mind questions but her mother just shakes her head and slips back into the bed. Her cold toes search under the heavy covers for warmth and her daughter giggles when her icy fingers slip into hers.

"Nothing, Emma Sophia. Nothing at all." The answer seems to satisfy her and Emma Sophia settles her head in between the two flat pillows. Her eyelids droop and it seems that sleep with overcome the girl, but Elizabeth should have know better as the girl immediately bolts upright when a new thought invades her mind.

"Momma, how much longer until William and I see our father?"

"Two years, one hundred and two days, eighteen hours, and five minutes." Elizabeth reveals quickly.

"Momma?"

"Yes?"

"That's a long time." Elizabeth chooses not to respond. To everyone, including herself, it seems like a long time to wait until she can feel his touch, his hot breath tingling on her ear, and his lips on hers. But having to wait forever, until the successor to Davy Jones ferried her to him would be longer. Never carrying his child, no matter how alone she felt, would be torture. And never getting her long awaited wedding night that she had been denied once and almost a second time would be worse than any fate the East India Trading Company and the British Crown could deal to her.

Her wondering mind seemed to sooth her daughter's questions and Elizabeth began to let sleep wash over her too until she felt a small tug on her nightdress.

"Momma, will I have to wear a corset when I meet Father?" A small laugh escaped across Elizabeth's lips and her eyes dip down to meet her daughter's own. Just like her father's eyes.

"No, Emma Sophia, I think we can leave that piece of clothing on the ship."

"Good."