The Luckiest Man Alive

Part 2: Luck Runs Out

A/N: Thanks Freak and Proud

(Two Days Later)

Jack and Ana walked quickly down the streets of Port Royal hoping to go unnoticed. Ana stopped suddenly putting a hand to her stomach as pained seared it. She doubled over in agony trying to catch her breath.

"Ana?" he asked putting a hand on her shoulder. She stood up after a moment giving him an almost undetectable nod.

"Nothing… It was nothing, I'm fine." He nodded putting his arm around her right shoulder and the couple continued to press their way through the town towards the Turner's house.

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Something strange crossed Elizabeth's face when she put her hand on Anamaria's stomach. She could tell something was wrong but tried to hide it plastering a smile onto her young face.

"May I?" asked Will coming up beside his wife.

"What am I? A rum bottle being passed around?"

"I'm sorry Ana," he said.

"No, it's fine. Go ahead if you'd like." She said putting a hand on her hip. Then she mumbled something under her breath, something along the lines of: "Just feel me up why don't you." As soon as his touched hers another sharp pain inflicted her worse than before making the pirate cry. Will jumped back thinking he was the one hurting her.

"Ana love? What's wrong wit' you?" asked Jack and in-between she managed to answer back.

"I don't know Jack. Hurts like bloody 'ell."

"We should get her to a bed," suggested Elizabeth.

"Lead the way." He picked up the body of the pained woman following the Turners up the stairs and into a vacant room. When he got there he laid her on the bed.

"Jack," she started but only succeeded in crying out when the pain hit her again. He clutched her hand, hoping to reassure her when he knew she needed it most.

"Estrella!" Elizabeth called for the maid. Estrella came rushing into the room.

"Yes miss."

"I need you to send for the doctor. It's a dire emergency." The maid hurried off to perform the task leaving the four of them in the large room.

"Downstairs, Ana, was that the first one you've had?"

"It's the second," Jack answered in place of the dark skinned woman.

"Third. The first was just before we docked."

Elizabeth looked at her with sympathy. She had known something was wrong and she doubted there was anyway to fix it.

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Jack and Will had been thrown out once the doctor came, so they sat downstairs passing a bottle of rum between them.

"Aren't you worried at all?" Will asked after taking a second swig of rum.

"No. One reason mate. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow luckiest man alive."

"And what if your luck runs out Jack?" the pirate captain only smirked chugging down a large bit of rum.

"Worry about your own fortune lad. You'll have your own to think about in a good 7 months." The blacksmith sighed knowing Jack was convinced by his own words.

"Jack." The two men turned to see Elizabeth standing there. She didn't seem to be very happy. Something must have gone wrong. Only when Jack saw the way she avoided his gaze did he know that something was terribly wrong.

"What is it Elizabeth?" Oh God, she couldn't be.

"Jack. The doctor has to cut her open to take the baby out. If he--"

"Is Ana okay?" he asked frantically.

"She's passed out. But if we don't cut her open neither will survive Jack," she focused on the ground not wanting to make eye contact with the man.

"I want to stay with her." She looked up at his chest, that being the closest she could get to his eyes.

"Jack you shouldn't its--" before she even got the chance to finish he had pushed past her making his way upstairs to the room he had been in not more than an hour ago.