A/N:

Disclaimer: still don't own POTC, highly doubt I ever will. Seriously though, can someone tell me in a review or something whether I actually have to put this in every chapter, or if just once at the beginning is enough. I see people doing it both ways and am really confused about that. Anyhow...

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Chapter 4: Pregnant

Back to Elizabeth's POV:

You don't love someone for what they are, but for who they are. Will was a blacksmith. I was the Governor's daughter, but even still we fell in love. It didn't matter to either of us that our ranks in society highly differed. Society can think whatever they want, half the time their judgments are so dumb anyway, not that it matters now. I'm far away from society, but also far away from the one I love. I want Will.

My mind is disrupted from these thoughts as I go to lean over the side of the ship again. Being sick isn't something I enjoy, but recently I find myself constantly getting sick. I would blame it on sea sickness, had I not been fine on all my previous journeys. I wonder what is causing it.

"Been doing that a lot lately," Jack comments, seeing me leaning over the rail of the ship again.

"It's not really something I can avoid now is it?"

"Don't know, maybe if you didn't get yourself pregnant."

"I am not pregnant," I clearly state.

"Keep telling yourself that, love."

I am not pregnant am I? I suppose it's entirely possible..., but no, it couldn't be. I'm not pregnant. I can't be pregnant! I'm on a pirate ship, that is no place to have a child.

"Jack," I ask, "Where are we heading to anyway?"

"To Calypso."

"Calypso is the goddess of the sea, isn't she already here?" I ask looking down at the sea before me that I have now managed to turn a very sickening color.

"Not quite, love," he smiles.

"Jack, What makes you think I'm pregnant?" I ask returning to our previous conversation.

"Well, I don't know," he sarcastically remarks, "The throwing up could have something to do with it."

"It could be seasickness."

"That has never hit you before?"

I sigh. "I can't be pregnant. Now isn't a good time to be with child."

"Should have thought about that before hand, love."

Suddenly I realize something. My poor unborn child, assuming I am pregnant, will grow up without a father. Once again sadness overcomes my emotions.

Jack sees this and speaks again. "It's not that bad love," he says trying to comfort me.

He's really changed recently. I've noticed it since we returned from world's end. It's almost like that good man deep inside him is finally coming out, like he no longer likes to wave at moments when he can do the right thing as they pass by. He certainly is changing, and I hope it's for the better.

"Jack, did you grow up with a father?" I ask.

He gives me a puzzled look. "We all have fathers, love."

"Yes, but did you know him? Did he spend time with you when you were young?"

"Doesn't really matter now does it. I am what I am whether or not my father thought me how to be that."

"You're a good man, Jack Sparrow."

"Captain Jack Sparrow," he corrects.

I want to ask him if he thinks my child will grow up normally even though there's no father in his life. I wonder if that really affects a child all that much. I suppose it most have some sort of negative affect, but than again it can't be that bad.

No, I convince myself, my child will be fine. After all, I grew up without a mother and I turned out alright didn't I? Perhaps I'm not the calm, polite lady my father wanted me to be, but either way, I personally like to believe that regardless of the choices I made that my father disagreed with, such as becoming involved with a blacksmith, my father was still pleased to call me his daughter.

I miss my father. Why did those I love have to be taken away from me? There are times that I hate Beckett more than I can say. He started this mess.

I feel somewhat upset mentally, by all the hatred I find myself feeling recently, but I just don't know how to stop feeling it. That's all I feel though recently is either hatred or depression—oh, this better end soon.

Sometimes I fear that I'll be like this forever, missing Will forever. I hope we can get him back soon enough. I love him so much and this spending no time with him is bothering me greatly!

"Have you ever been in love, Jack?" I ask.

He looks at me puzzledly again. "What's with all the strange questions, love?"

"Is that a yes or a no?"

"Makes no difference," he sighs, leaving me forever wondering.

"Good news, love," he states, "We've almost reached the one place on the earth that Calypso can be summoned from."

"You mean so we can free Will?"

"Well first we'll have to be saving Davy Jones technically, but yes."

"Must we really bring him back from the dead?" I ask.

"Unfortunately yes. Anyhow, on the positive side, we're here."

I should be happy, I really should, but somehow I don't feel happy about this whole bring Davy Jones back to life thing. I sure hope Jack knows what he's doing.

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A/N: There's another chapter:) I've had so much time to update this week it's amazing, but just as a warning for future reference, I normally don't update this frequently.

Anyhow, review please!

And to everyone who reviewed last chapter I sent you all a review reply via email. Thanks for all your reviews guys!

Also, I still want to thank my non-registered user reviewer:

Caitlin:

In regards to whether bring back Davy Jones is for the best or not I'm not going to let you know how that's turning out for the sake of story suspense right now, but it'll be revealed in the next chapter, but don't worry too much this is a WE story so he won't be ruining their relationship, if that's what your wondering about. Thanks for reviewing!