'Mother, why cant we go to see him? Why does Father have to come and see us, and why can he only come every 10 years?'

'Carla, i have told you before sweetheart, your father is bound by a special spell which means he can only come onto land every 10 years.'

'But Mother, I want to seen him now!'

'Well im sorry James, but thats not possible! He will be with us by night fall. Now shouldnt you be getting going? You dont want to be late for your training, its what your father would have wanted for you, so you go now, and work hard.'

'I always do mother but i dont see why i need 2 know how to sword fight, there is nobody around here that is likely to attack me!'

'Darling, one day you will understand why, but i just cant tell you now, you are too young.' And with that Elizabeth watched her son walk out the door to Mr Borroughworths to have his daily practice with a sword. James had longish, light brown hair and his fathers good looks, but with her clear, pale blue eyes. He wasnt very talented with a sword which worried her greatly, if he was to find out what he really was he needed natural talent and familiarity with the blades used, so therefore she sent him to classes to become all that he had the potential and blood for.

Her daughter Carla was small like Elizabeth but she had very dark hair, a lot unlike her twin James. Also unlike her brother, she was very talented with a sword. Carla did not know that her mother knew this, but when James was at practice, she used to go into the back garden and practice herself with a blade.
She moved perfectly, had a good balance, was precision accurate where the blade went, and looked good whilst fighting the garden fence. Well, as good as a girl can look whilst fighting a fence. Watching this made Elizabeth proud, however when she looked at her daughter one afternoon while James was at training,
she couldnt help but feel a little bit of worry. Her daughter reminded her of someone she knew, someone who she was very close to at one point. Then Carla made a movement, she did a jump that had both her feet off the ground and bent her knees with the sword she was using poised in the air and Elizabeths memory was sent reeling. As Carla did the little jump again, Elizabeth could not see her daughter doing it facing the garden fence, she could see Captain Jack Sparrow doing the jump, his long dreadlocks moving in the exact way that Carla's shiny silky dark hair was moving. In that moment of realisation Elizabeths mind was doing backflips, she could not believe what she had gone and done... Carla had been concieved the night before James was, they were not identical twins like she had thought at first, they were non-identical twins, only joined through Elizabeth, Carla was one night older than James, and they were both from different fathers. Elizabeth could have kicked herself! How stupid could she have been? Or how could she have been so stupid as to fall into Captain Jack's trap? Carla was his daughter, and yet he didnt know, she herself didnt know up til then. She felt sick, she felt sorry for the people she loved most in the world, Will, Carla and James. If they found out what she had done those 9 years ago then the family would be torn apart, forever. Never ever deal with pirates thought Elizabeth, they are bloody bloody thick (knock at the door) they are horrid people (Elizabeth walks down the stairs) I will never want to see any pirates ever again, (unlatches the door) ive had my fill of (opens the door) 'Pirates.'

'Hello again Elizabeth!' said Jack cheerily striding over the threshold, his crew following him.

'Yes darling, we are pirates if you didnt noice all those years of you sharing our adventures!' he said mocking her stupid outburst.

'Mother, who are these people? Are they really pirates?' Carla had appeared at the doorway looking as confused as Elizabeth felt

'Carla sweetheart, can you go out the back please, i need to talk to these people, i will explain later.' Elizabeth tried to push her daughter out of the door before the crew saw her, because looking at the two in the same room made her just realise that no matter how much she kidded herself, Jack really was Carla's father. But she had been not quite quick enough, for Jack was looking at her in an odd way, looking between Elizabeth and Carla, a look of softness creeping over his hard face. The crew looked quite a sight crowded into the small entrance hall, but they looked even more comical with their mouths hanging open at the scene that was unwravelling infront of them.

'Mother, why are they all looking at me like that? Who are they? Mother? MOTHER!'

'Carla, just go.'

'But Mother.'

'Carla!' and with that Carla scuttled out of the room, her sword scraping along the ground in her limp hand.

Elizabeth turned round to the astonished crew, a false smile attached on her face. It didnt wash with them and she abandoned it.

'Elizabeth. How... Why... but... Why didnt you tell me?' Jack looked gobsmacked, he looked like someone had slapped him hard in the face, he was red with embarassment, he was quiet, and he was shocked.

'Because i didnt know. I only realised this morning when i was watching her in the garden. She has your talent with a sword Jack, she even looks like you when she uses one, she uses the moves that are your trademark, i knew she reminded me of someone, but only this morning i put my finger on who she reminded me of.' Elizabeth whispered to her feet..

'Mrs. Turner,' this time Barbossa spoke, the way he adressed Elizabeth made her blush bright red, after all, it had been Barbossa who had married her and Will in the Maelstrom all those years ago. 'Does your husband know that his child is not of his flesh and blood?'

'You mean one of his children.' corrected Elizabeth

'Theres more?!?' exclaimed Jack before fainting there and then. Everyone ignored him and carried on looking at Elizabeth intently.

'I had twins. James is out at the moment, but there is nothing Jack-like about him. I have no doubts in saying that he is deffinately Will's son. He even looks like Will. But Carla, she is the spitting image of Jack! What do i do?' And with that Elizabeth dissolved in tears and sank to the floor sobbing.

On the other side of the shut door, Carla had been listening intently, her 9 year old brain ticking. The man who her mother was married to, Will Turner, was James' father, but not hers, her father was Jack someone, but she hadnt heard a surname, only Jack. But how could this be? How could she and James be twins?
Her mother had been spying on her too, when she was practicing with the swords, she liked fighting with the swords, it was fun and it was a passtime she enjoyed. But apparently she looked like this Jack when she practiced, and also she looked like him anyway. Then her ears heard her mothers sobs on the other side of the door 'I just dont want to tear this family apart, that would be terrible! Barbossa, what can i do? please help me! I love Will and the twins so much, they are my everything, they are all i have, i need them!'

'Its OK Elizabeth. I think i have a plan.'