Chapter 3

Katrina changed her son and walked to her mother's home.

"I'm going to take it that things didn't go very well," Camille said as she saw her daughter and grandson.

Katrina shook her head. "No Maman," she said sadly. "And now Timothy has gone off on a tangent and he's ready to string JJ up."

Camille sighed heavily and reached out to take her grandson. "Why don't you go for a walk," she said kissing baby Jack's cheek. "I think I'll take the wee one here to meet his grandfather."

"How is Jack?" Katrina asked.

"He looks very tired," Camille said.

"I still can't believe that Maddy is gone," Katrina said sadly.

"I know cherie'," Camille said with a sad smile. "Even though we weren't of blood, she was my sister," she said and wiped a tear away. Maddy's death still affected the inhabitants of Angel's Heart. She bent and kissed Katrina's cheek. "Go on with you now," she said and held Jack close as she turned to head to the hills. She knew where Jack was.

Katrina watched her mother walk away. She glanced towards the town and wondered if JJ and Timothy were at each other's throats yet. She picked up her skirts and headed to town. As she approached the only two taverns in town, she could hear jeering and cheering coming from The Black Pearl. Named in honor of Jack Sparrow's beloved ship. She went through the open doors and wasn't surprised by the sight that she saw.

She crossed her arms and leaned up against the bar and watched as her brother and JJ crossed blades. She could see their shirts had some rips in them and they each had a few scratches on each other. Their eyes bruised and their fists bloodied.

Thomas, the barkeep, poured her a glass of rum. "I'm sure ye'll be wantin' this Miss Kat," he said and handed it to her.

Katrina downed the rum. "Who started it?" she asked.

"Timothy," Thomas said. "He saw JJ sitting there and hauled his arse out of his chair and started to pummel him."

Katrina shook her head. "Is my sword still back there Thomas?"

Thomas smirked and handed her her cutlass. Katrina strode up to the two men. They were still oblivious that she was there. She lifted her sword just as Timothy was about to strike at JJ. "Enough!" She growled at them.

"Kat," JJ said as he was out of breath.

"Katrina, step out of the way and let me defend yer honor," Timothy said. His eyes glaring at JJ.

"I've already told you Timothy, it was my choice," she said. "Now the both of you, stop, please," she pleaded. While she appreciated her brother's concern, it broke her heart that her brother and his best friend were at odds.

JJ looked at her. His heart ached for her. He wanted nothing more than to take her in his arms and hold her and never let go. "Kat…I'm sorry," he said.

Timothy on the other hand, wasn't so willing to let bygones be bygones. "He compromised yer honor Katrina," he said. "I may just be yer brother, but don't ye care what people think?"

"No one here has ever judged me," she hissed. "They all care and love me and they would never say anything to hurt me. I can't take this," she cried and threw her sword down and ran out of the tavern. She ran back through town to the beach and didn't stop running.

JJ glared at Timothy. "We'll finish this later," he hissed and ran out after her.

"Katrina!" JJ shouted as he ran after her.

Katrina heard JJ calling her name, but something inside of her told her to keep running.

Camille slowly parted the bushes as she made her way to where she knew she'd find Jack. She found him kneeling by Maddy's grave.

"Jack," she said softly.

Jack, startled by the voice behind him, jumped to his feet and quickly wiped his eyes and put his hat back on. "Camille," he said. "'Tis good to see you again."

Camille moved closer. "It's alright to cry Jack," she said and touched his arm.

"I wasn't cryin'," he said glancing back at Maddy's grave. "Just had some dust in me eye."

"Jack Sparrow," Camille said with a slight smile. "You can't lie to me cherie'."

Jack smiled sadly. He moved back to Maddy's headstone and knelt by it. He pulled some weeds that weren't there. "Thank ye for watching over her for me."

Camille watched him. "She was my sister Jack. I would do anything for the two of you."

Jack traced Maddy's name on the headstone with his fingers and tried to fight the tears that he couldn't hold back. "It hurts Camille," he said. "It hurts so bloody bad. Even the damn rum can't take away the pain."

Camille knelt by his side. "I know Jack, I'm sorry."

"Damn that Norrington," he swore. "If only she hadn't been so bloody stupid," he said.

"She loved you Jack," she said. "She would've done anything for you."

"I know," he said softly.

Little Jack took that moment to whimper. Jack wiped his tears with the back of his hand. "And who is that?" he asked. Then smiled. "I didn't know ye and Charles had a little one."

Camille smiled. "He's not ours Jack, this is your grandson," she said holding out the small bundle to him.

Jack could scarcely believe his eyes. "My….my grandson?" he asked and took the baby with shaking hands.

"Oui Jack," Camille said. "Jack Sparrow the third," she said proudly.

Jack looked at the baby that he held in his hands. Dark hair and just then baby Jack opened his eyes and looked at part of his namesake. Jack's eyes filled with tears once again. For once in his life, he was speechless.

He glanced upward towards the heavens. "Look love," he said proudly. He bent his head to baby Jack and kissed his forehead. "A part of you lives on," he whispered. He then cradled the baby against his chest. "Thank ye Camille."

Camille smiled at him. "Katrina brings him up here all the time," she said.

Jack had almost forgotten how baby Jack came to be. "JJ will marry her," he said adamantly.

Camille smirked. "I don't know about that cherie', " she said. "I sometimes wonder if Katrina is more stubborn that Maddy ever was."