A/N: I know it's been forever and I'm terribly sorry about that, but here is a new chapter. However it's horrifically short but hopefully very good.
Jack had sat next to Anamaria, holding her slack hand, waiting none-to-patiently. The doctor had begun the procedure steadily slicing Anamaria's stomach in an attempt to bring out the captain and first mate's precious pirate son or daughter. Jack couldn't help but squirm in that moment. It wasn't so much the sight of the blood. Blood was nothing new to Jack Sparrow. Yet knowing that because of so much blood Anamaria and their barely born child could slip away from his grip forever made the captain squirm at the sight.
Now as the full moon shone through the open window, Jack Sparrow held his beautiful, caramel skinned, black haired daughter. His precious, dead Mariana Jacklyn Sparrow. The captain's eyes were bloodshot red. This time not from drinking, though at this moment how he wished he could have a drink to wash down the sorrow he felt for losing his daughter, but for the tears he had shed so forcefully on this moonlit night in the town of Port Royale.
"She was supposed to be m' princess," he said softly to himself, stroking the soft skin of her face. He rocked her gently as if she were alive, singing her to sleep with pirate songs, as his voiced cracked from all the crying he had done.
Elizabeth Swann had been in the room with Jack Sparrow and an unconscious Anamaria Soledad as the doctor sliced her stomach open. She cut the cord as Jack stared at her tiny frame with bewilderment. This was his daughter, maybe not his first one, but the first time he had been to the birth and it ended up tragic. As soon as the baby was cleaned off she was handed to Jack wrapped in a small blanket. There was no need in asking him if he wanted to hold her. Elizabeth could see in his eyes that he loved this baby more than he loved anything in the world and that if he would only do it once in his life, he would hold Mariana Sparrow in his arms tonight.
"It was horrible Will," she cried to him. He pulled her close, trying in some way to comfort her. "There was blood everywhere. And his eyes! Will, I've never seen so much fear in someone's eyes. Especially not Jack. He's always so strong, or at least pretends to be. Tonight he was just, so….so vulnerable. And I always knew that he loved Ana. I just never knew how much. I underestimated him Will," she said as he stroked her hair. "I just always thought he was a coward and ran away when things got rough. But he didn't he was there the whole time. He was faithful to her. Jack's a good man, like you."