"Jack, it's going to be prefect!" Katherine exclaimed as she tightly held on to his hand. She lowered her voice to a whisper. "Suppose Emma might come!" The sea breeze caught her loose ends.

"I don't think she will." Jack shook his head. "She'll be caught on sight."

"But Jack," Katherine gave a sly smile, "she's at boarding school." She looked back out to the sea. It was calm today. "Its prefect." Jack looked at her.

"Yes, it is."

"Will!" Elizabeth whispered harshly trying to wake him up. "Will!"

"What?" He woke with a start and looked at his wife. "Is it time?"

"No." Elizabeth laughed, rubbing her round belly. "Could you get me something to eat?"

"Elizabeth." Will moaned and turned the other way, and in a short time he turned back, and saw his wife pouting. "Fine." He got himself up and started out the door.

"Bisect please!" Elizabeth called after him. She was in her last month of pregnancy, and Will was terrified. He wouldn't admit it, but he was. He was scared that he would lose her, for women her age having a child was dangerous. He stayed up most of the night watching over her, now. Will walked back into the room with two bisects, and walked over to the bed and handed one to Elizabeth and kept one. He lay on the bed next to her.

"What names have you been thinking about?" Will asked her, and took a bit into his bisect.

"I like William and Abigail." Elizabeth finished off her bisect.

"Prefect." Will smiled. There was a silence, for a moment.

"I received a letter from Emma." Elizabeth stared at his bisect.

"You did?" Will's eyes widened and he was excepting the worst.

"She's fine, Will." Elizabeth saw the worried look on his face. "She's thrilled to become a big sister. She's also going to in time for the wedding." Elizabeth smiled happily. There was another pause.

"Anything else?" Will shrugged.

"She's thinking about getting married to Davy." Elizabeth squealed. Will sat up quickly, and his expression went blank. Elizabeth's smile faded. "What's wrong?"

"Elizabeth, she's fifteen." Will slowly said.

"Yes?" Elizabeth asked, looking hungrily at the bisect in his hand.

"She's so young." Will sighed.

"Katherine's fifteen." Elizabeth pointed out.

"Yes, but she'll be sixteen on her wedding." Will sighed, again. He thought for a moment. "Is there a reason she wants to get married?"

"William Turner!" Elizabeth's eyes broke from the bisect in his hand, "our daughter is not one of those girls! She's respected in society!" Will gave her a look, and Elizabeth just smiled. "She's at boarding school, remember? Besides," She went back to her frown, "she's been there for nine months..." her voice faded, and she shook her head, "no, Will Emma is not a mother. She's smart, and in love." She gave him a pleading look.

"I don't know." Will sighed. "She's young, she doesn't understand."

"Will, we were pretty young." Elizabeth reminded him. Her attention turned back to the bisect.

"Can I just see my daughter first?" Will asked.

"Yes," Elizabeth took the rest of his bisect, "you may."

Emma smiled the air fresh. She would see her family soon and see her brother's and best friend's wedding. Tomorrow she would. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and soon someone wrapper their arms around her waist and rested their head on her shoulder.

"Happy your going to see your family?" Davy whispered in her ear.

"Yes," Emma sighed, "but I have to wear a dress. I'm not sure I'm ready for that."

"Did you ask your parents about...?" His voice faded.

"Yes," Emma nodded, "I think we'll have to wait until we're there." Emma turned to face him. "You know you have to act like a gentleman from England?"

"Don't I always?" Davy smiled and kissed her.

"Alright you two lovebirds!" Pearl yelled. "Help with the ropes a storms comin' on!"