Chapter 3:: Meet the Sparrows

The day after Emily's birth had gone by slowly, but finally came the next day. Elizabeth woke up to the face of Will, who was asleep. She quietly got up and walked over to Emily, also asleep. Elizabeth was feeling better, so she walked into the kitchen, where the maids where getting breakfast ready.

"Good morning," Elizabeth said to one of them.

"Good morning, Miss Sw--- Mrs. Turner," the maid answered. "What would you like for breakfast, miss?"

"A glass of milk and an apple, please."

"Comin' right up, miss."

At that moment, Will walked into the room. Elizabeth strode over to him and gave him a quick kiss, which he returned.

"I'm feeling better today," she told her husband, smiling.

"That's good, love," he replied, also smiling.

"I'm so anxious to meet 'the feared Jack Sparrow'... with a family. I wonder if his wife's got pirate blood in her, or as much love of the sea as Jack does. And didn't he say he had a son?"

"His name's Jeremy... born two weeks ago."

"Jeremy... I like that name..."

The maid was holding a glass full of fresh, white milk and a shiny red apple in her hands.

"Here you are, Mrs. Turner," the maid told Elizabeth.

"Oh... thank you..." Elizabeth replied, following the maid who was now walking into the dining room, Will tagging along behind them.

"Would you like anything to eat, sir?" the maid asked Will.

"Uh, yes, an egg and a glass of water, please," he answered.

The maid nodded. "Yes, sir," she said.

"Elizabeth, Jack told me something yesterday that I should tell you right now. It has to do with saying 'parley," Will said.

Elizabeth stopped eating and looked into Will's eyes. "Pirates..." she muttered.

"Yes, and it's not Barbossa... he's dead, as is most of his crew. Says there's a new band of pirates, sailing on the Unfaithful Bride, and the crew is even more hostile than Barbossa's. And they're after the treasure in Isla de la Muerte. The Black Pearl is after them; Jack won't let them get it... even if it costs his life... well, not anymore, since he's got a family..."

In the other room, Emily began to cry.

"I'll get her," Elizabeth said, getting up from her seat. She walked into the room with Emily, and soon enough the crying stopped.

Jack stood slightly hidden next to the blacksmith shop. His boots were black and muddy from the dirt, and his hair was black and matted from the wind. 'Where are those Turners?' he thought to himself. The streets of Port Royal didn't look any different since his last visit. There was still dirt and horse poo lying around.

He could remember the day the almost hanged him.

"Friends, you will always remember this as the day y—"he remembered saying. He laughed a little at the thought. He remembered sword fighting with Will the first day they met. He remembered saving Elizabeth after she had fallen off the palapet. He remembered all the memories from their adventures.

Coincidentally, at that very moment he saw a young couple holding a little bundle...

As they came closer, Jack recognized them immediately as Will, Elizabeth, and Emily. They apparently saw him, so they said their "hi's" to the pirate, which the pirate returned.

"C'mon mate, the Pearl's that-away..." Jack told them, pointing to a mountain. They walked and walked, with occasional suspicious looks from nearby citizens. Jack didn't care about what they thought about him, though.

As they walked slowly over the mountain in the burning hot sun, they saw Black Pearl all its glory.

"There she is!" Jack exclaimed, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Will and Elizabeth were breathing slightly hard, since they weren't used to climbing mountains in the heat.

They arrived at the ship, when Jack yelled, "AnaMaria!"

AnaMaria, Jack's 2nd mate, peered over the edge of the ship. "Lo, Jack!" she called back.

"Can you let us in, love?" he asked.

"No problem, Captain," she answered, lowering a large ramp from the ship onto the land. Jack ran up the ramp, making it to the top.

"Watch your footing, Miss Swann," AnaMaria warned Elizabeth.

"She's not Miss Swann, love. She's Mrs. Turner now. And the little one's Emily Turner... their daughter," Jack informed AnaMaria.

"My apologies, Cap'n..." AnaMaria replied, then walked off to the rest of the crew.

"Come aboard, come on," Jack told Elizabeth and Will, motioning for them to hurry up. "I'd like to introduce you to my lovely woman. Follow the captain."

They walked downstairs to a room where a lady and a baby were sitting on a bed. The lady carefully laid the bby down on the bed and came towards Will, Elizabeth, and Jack. Her dress was tight, colored red, white, and black. Hint: she was the perfect example of a Tortuga woman. Her hair was the same as Elizabeth's, but a shade lighter, and pulled back into two braids. She had a black diamond on her necklace's gold chain, and Elizabeth had a feeling she knew where the lady had gotten it.

"'Ello, love," the lady said, talking to Jack. She turned to Will and Elizabeth, then stuck her hand out for them to shake it. "I'm Diana, nice to meet you..."

"Elizabeth Turner, nice to meet you too," said Elizabeth, smiling. She didn't shake Diana's hand, since her hands were full.

"Will Turner," Will said, shaking her hand.

"I've heard so much about you both; how you helped get Jack's ship back; how your father was Bootstrap Bill Turner (and a ton about him too); how you both saved Jack from getting hanged, and umm, a lot more... positive things," Diana told the two next to Jack.

Elizabeth, still holding Emily in her arms, peered over Diana's shoulder and said,

"He must be... Jeremy?"

Diana nodded.

"Born two weeks ago. Jack wants him to live a pirate life like himself so he can be one of the most feared pirates in the world. I just don't want 'im to die from it," she said to Elizabeth.

"Who knows, our children might become friends someday," Elizabeth said. She glanced at Will. "But perhaps not, if your son is to be a pirate..."

"Perhaps..." Diana muttered, becoming bored of the current topic. "Let's go on deck, shall we?"

They all nodded. Diana picked Jeremy up from the bed, then walked up the staircase, everyone following.

"Beautiful day, today is," Jack said, looking up into the blue, cloudless sky above him. "No more bloody clouds over my ship now, is there?" he added. Jack strode over to his wife then told her, "Did I tell you we're Emily's godparents?"