That's What You Get

Disclaimer: Neither of us own any of the Pirates of the Caribbean characters, places or objects.

A/N: Sorry this took so long, I was away for three weeks. But I am keeping you up to speed on my "author's page".
Anyway, enough about that, in this chapter you can look forward to more arguing between Jack and Natilra, a trip to Tia Dalma's and the arrival of a new character. We hope you enjoy this chapter.

One of the crew had once been a physician and he had checked her out.

" She's pregnant," he told Jack, Rike and Turner.

" If you hadn't noticed, I'm standing right here. But how!" she exclaimed, a frown firmly in place. But then she saw the sparkle in Jack's eye. "Captain Jack Sparrow, if you even open your mouth I'll plug you full of holes, mark my words." Jack held up his hands in surrender and retreated. "How far along am I, would you reckon Emiel?"

"Seven months, roughly."

"Seven months...? How long have I been gone?" she inquired, avoiding Jack's eye.

"Yeah, it must have been at least six months," the Whelp answered, nodding slowly. Natilra sighed and rubbed her hands down from her eyes to her chin. She then rubbed her eyes with her thumb and fore finger in to the bridge of her nose, which she then holds.

"Something you want to tell us?" Jack asked, a bit too sharply.

"No, Jack, there isn't!" she snapped back. "What interest could you possibly have in my personal life, boy?"

"If you are going to be having a baby on my ship, then of course it interests me!"

"How many ruddy times do have to remind you IDIOTEN?! This is my ship! And I will..." She collapsed against the door-frame, closed her eyes tightly and vented deeply through her nose. "I'm sorry, Jack. I'm a pregnant teenager, my emotions are running a bit high."
Before Jack could forgive her, Gibbs burst into the captain's cabin.

"Jack, we're here."

"Lower the boats!"

N&R

"I'll just stay here and... you know... rest!" she said, rather unconvincingly.

"Why do I feel that you are trying to avoid coming with us a little too much?" Jack inquired playfully, his eyebrows rising sedately.

"I really don't know!" she replied lightly but with a hint of desperation. "I'll just go and–" Before she could finish, Jack had clapped an arm around her shoulders and steered her over to one of the ladders.

"Now," he said in a tone that gave Natilra an ominous feeling. "I'm not going to move until you're in that boat."

"Fine! But if she kills me, on your head be it." She clambered down the ladder to a height from which she could drop into the boat easily. "Maybe that wasn't such a good idea," she said, placing a hand on her stomach.

"Are you OK?" Jack asked in an oddly concerned tone as he jumped down behind her.

"Yeah, I'm fine." She was smiling at him softly but then an evil glint entered her eye. "Apart from the fact that I'm being dragged off to Hers against my will." Jack laughed, slipped an arm about her waist and led her to the prow. It would take them roughly half an hour to reach the hut, so Natilra settled back into Jack with a smile illuminating her features. Rike, however, was in the other boat.

"Why is Jack afraid of the open ocean?" Turner asked of Gibbs.

"Well, if you believe such things, there's a beast that does the bidding of Davy Jones. A monstrous creature with giant tentacles that'll suction your face clean off, and drag an entire ship down to the crushing darkness. The Kraken. They say the stench of its breath is..." Jack's second-in-command shuddered in horror. "Imagine, the last thing you know on God's green Earth is the roar of the Kraken and the reeking odour of a thousand rotting corpses... If you believe such things," he said, trying to sound slightly re-assuring.

"And the key will spare him that?" Will was, justifiably, disbelieving in his tone and expression. It looked as though he had picked up a thing or two from Natilra.

" Well, that's the very question Jack wants answered, bad enough even to go visit her."

"Her?" Rike inquired with a laugh in his voice.

"Aye," Gibbs answered with a dark look.

"Looks like we're here," Rike observes casually as Jack starts to rise up out of the boat and onto the jetty of one of the shacks in the swamp.

"No worries, mates. Tia Dalma and I go way back. Thick as thieves. Nigh inseparable we are...were...have been...before..." Jack's falsely bright tone had completely evaporated by the time the sentence escaped him entirely.

"I'll watch your back," his first-mate assured him.

"It's me front I'm worried about." Gibbs then turned to William Swann.

"Mind the boat." He, in turn, rounded on Ragetti.

"Mind the boat." The one-eyed pirate faced Natilra.

"Mind the boat."

"Fine!" she cries brightly. "I'll mind the boat." On the platform outside the front door, Jack turned to look down on her.

"No you won't. Natilra, come join me, please."

"OK, OK. So much for that idea." She whipped around, so that she was nose to nose with Pintel. "You know the drill, mind the boat." And with that she climbed quickly up behind the others, until she was stood directly behind Jack.

"Jack Sparrow!" Tia Dalma greeted him warmly enough.

"Tia Dalma," Jack responded, ever so slightly, warily.

"I always knew the wind was going to blow you back to me one day." Then she turned her charms on the Whelp. "You, you have a touch of destiny about you... William Turner."

"You know me?" the confused boy asked.

"You want to know me," the African-looking woman flirted.

"There'll be no knowing here. We came for help and we're not leaving without it. I thought I knew you."

"Not so well as I'd hoped. Come." Tia Dalma was just about to sit, when she saw Natilra.

"You!"

"It's delightful to see you again, you flirtatious old manipulator! I always told Dav-id that you were bad news."

"He'd be dead, if he had listened to you."

"Oh, for he's so alive, now! He would have been a better man, if he had heeded me."

"Ladies, as interesting as this conversation is, I would appreciate the help we came for." Jack stepped in just before things turned nasty.

"So what service may I do you? You know I demand payment," Tia asked, tearing her eyes way from her old nemesis.

"I brought payment." Jack indicated to Pintel to bring forth a covered cage. The clothed is whipped off to reveal: Jack the Monkey.

"Look!" Jack said with relish and shot the monkey. "An undead monkey! Top that." Tia opened the cage and the monkey ran into one of her back rooms, in this one a pair of black boots can be glimpsed lying on a bed.

"No!" Gibbs cried in anguish. "You've no idea how long it took us to catch that.

"The payment is fair." Suddenly, Natilra gasped in pain and clutched her swollen abdomen. "Here, let me get you something for the pain."

"I don't have payment, though," the girl said anxiously, having forgotten that this woman had every reason to poison her.

"Don't worry, it's free. I can't have a negative aura coming from you which might effect my services." Natilra nodded and took the proffered cup. She drank the contents down in one. Nothing happened for a moment, and she was about to thank Tia, when, all of a sudden, a worse pain flooded through her. Natilra screamed and collapsed to the ground as something did flood out of her.

"Natilra," Jack gasped in concern and scooped her up in his arms.

"Can you deliver it?" Rike inquired, taking his sister's hand.

"What do you mean?" Turner asked. Before anyone could enlighten him, Natilra screamed again.

"Is there a bed where I can lay her down?" Jack asked as the woman in his arms writhed. Tia nodded and led the way through a green curtain to another back room. There was a bed bedecked in white and green, which Jack laid Natilra upon. The two men then retreated to the doorway.

"TIA DALMA!" Natilra yelled in utter fury. "I hate you! You have your revenge, I can tell you that for sure!" Tia laughed.

"This is not my doing."

"Not the fact of the birth, no." She was spared from contractions for the moment and as such was able to speak rationally. "But you induced the LABOUR!" Natilra broke into incoherent mutterings from this point on.
Twenty minutes later, as a particularly crippling contraction hit, Natilra cried a single word for all to hear.

"JAMES!" Jack turned away and went back to his crew and the Whelp.

An hour after her waters broke, Natilra gave birth to a boy. Tia cleaned first the baby and then his mother before handing Natilra her son.

"I'll go deal with Jack and William Turner," Tia said gently and turned away.

"You do understand why I did it?" the younger woman asked.

"Yes, I understand. I still hate it."

"But you don't hate me for it anymore?"

"This" - Tia indicated the room and baby - "washes the slate clean, in my eyes."

"I agree." The 'voodoo' lady then walked back into the main room.
Natilra looked down at the gorgeous little bundle.

"What are we going to call you then? Peter? No, how about Charles? Nah, that doesn't work either. I know, Alex. Alexander Norrington, that sounds very grand. I can't wait to see your father's face when he sees you."

N&R

"A woman. He fell in love," Tia said, vixen-like.

"Yes, he was a dang fool!" Natilra chipped in bitterly from the doorway of the birthing-room. Alex was slung across her chest in her bandanna.

"Shouldn't you be in bed?" Rike asked suspiciously.

"Honestly. I think I'm old, and wise, enough to know what I'm capable of."
"I heard it was the sea he fell in love with," Gibbs said, returning the conversation to the real topic.
"Same story, different versions, and all are true. It was a woman as changing, harsh, and untameable as the sea. Him never stop loving her." At this point Natilra interrupted Tia's story.

"He was so upset and angry." It was meant as an aside but Tia coincidently paused, so everyone heard it.

"But the pain it cause him was too much to live with, but not enough to cause him to die," Tia continued, trying to cover the other woman's words.
"What exactly did he put into the chest?" asked Turner, who was either possessed of selective hearing or had better reason than Tia Dalma to ignore her.
"Him heart," the hostess answered.
"Literally, or figuratively?" Ragetti asked anxiously.
"He couldn't literally put his heart in a chest. Could he?" Pintel sounded like the voice of reason until his doubts and belief in superstition drowned it.
"It was not worth feeling what small, fleeting joy life brings, and so him carve out him heart, lock it away in a chest, and hide the chest from the world. The key, he keep with him at all times," Tia informed them with an evil glint.
"You knew this." The pup rounded on Jack; part scandalised, part resigned.

"Of course he did," Rike said with a laugh.
"I did not," Jack responded indignantly. "I didn't know where the key was, but now we do. So all that's left is to climb aboard the Flying Dutchman, grab the key, you go back to Port Royal and save your bonnie lass, eh?" He turned to leave but his attention was once again grabbed by the mistress of the house.
"Let me see your hand." Jack brightly held out his right hand but Tia Dalma gave him a stern look and Jack reluctantly showed her his left hand. She unwrapped the cloth he had bound around it.
"The black spot!" Gibbs, Ragetti and Pintel all yelled before dusting themselves down thoroughly, spinning around and spiting on the ground.
"My eyesight's good as ever, just so you know," Jack said in a tone of false cheerfulness. Tia disappeared into yet another back room, she was mumbling something indistinguishable. While she was gone, Jack pocketed a ring that was sitting on one of Tia's table next to a silver, heart-shaped locket. She then came back holding a large jar.
"Davy Jones cannot make port, cannot step on land but once every ten years. Land is where you are safe, Jack Sparrow, so you will carry land with you."
"Dirt. This is a jar of dirt." Jack evidently relished stating the obvious.
"Yes." Tia was slightly defensive in her response.
"Is the jar of dirt going to help?" he inquired in an intrigued but sceptical tone.
"If you don't want it, give it back, Jack. Then we can get back to the ship," Natilra drawled, stroking Alex's head.
"No!" said Jack, petulantly, and clutched the jar to his chest, in a similar fashion to how Natilra was holding Alex.
"Then it helps," Tia told him firmly.
"It seems we have a need to find the Flying Dutchman," Turner sighed, recapturing everyone's attention. Tia Dalma swayed over to her table.
"A touch of destiny..."

A/N: Natilra is now, officially, a statistic; a mother at 16. The interesting question now is, how will James take it when he finds out?
Tia has forgiven her, which is a great improvement. But for what? I hear you cry. All in good time, all in good time.
You might have noticed that I'm not calling the Whelp by that name as much. Basically, he's doing and saying things which are more reasonable and sensible. Therefore, I use his name.