Only Katrina

Disclaimer: No, I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean (movies, ride, characters, plot, dialogue, junior novelization, etc.). Any other tid-bits of creativity, however, are mine… in which I hope you will enjoy. Please be sure to read and review!

Author's Note: Have patience with me… thank you!

Chapter 2

Caught

"Bloody 'ell," Jack groaned, rubbing a hand across his eyes as he took a seat at the end of the breakfast table. "Why are we up so bloody early?"

Will Turner peeked around the judge's proper English newspaper to look at the pirate seated next to him like he was mad. "It's a quarter past one in the afternoon."

Jack's hand slid down his face as he watched Will. "Aye, but I just made port last night." He paused before gesturing his head toward the opposite end of the table where Katrina, Elizabeth, and many of the household maids, fussed and cooed over feeding baby Jack Henry Sparrow. "And that li'l one wasn't much 'elp wi' the whole gettin' t' sleep bit either."

Will grinned at this. "Glad to have you back, Jack."

"Mmm…" Jack groaned in complaint again massaging one of his temples. "Katrina's distracted enough… maybe a quick nap and then-"

"Jack!" bellowed the voice of Judge Banks as he rushed through the grand foyer and into the dining room. "Jack!"

The pirate brought his second hand to his other temple for continuous massaging as Katrina chimed in, "What is it, Father?"

"You're not going to believe this… nor will you like it," the judge declared, coming to a stop directly before Jack. "You've been caught."

"What?" everyone but Jack seemed to cry out; the pirate captain merely narrowed his eyes in question as he looked up at his father-in-law, mumbling, "Have not."

"I've just received this letter… apparently you were in London-"

"Was not," Jack cut in, lowering his hands and sitting up straight.

"-and got caught."

"Did not."

"Your trial is set for the end of this week." The judge slammed down the letter in front of Sparrow and then held up another paper that had been sent with it – a rough sketch of an all too-familiar bearded face. "And this is you."

"Is not," the pirate replied, offended.

"That's Mr. Gibbs," Elizabeth said as she approached the men. "They've mistaken him for Jack?"

"I'm afraid so," Judge Banks acknowledged.

"Why, that's terrible!" Katrina joined in, carrying the babe. "Can't you do anything to stop this, Father? You know he'll hang!"

"You know I can't do a thing, Katrina. To correct them will only sentence Gibbs as the pirate he is… and then consider what position that puts me in with the whereabouts of my information in knowing that that man is not Jack Sparrow."

"Captain."

"Apologies," the judge nodded to the pirate. "Captain Jack Sparrow."

Katrina turned her gaze down to her husband. "You know you can't let him hang, Jack."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Jack tried shrugging off the matter.

"Jack," Katrina warned. "He's your first mate, you've been through a lot with him. It's not right."

Jack cringed under his wife's glare.

"Don't worry, Katrina," Will spoke up. "I'll go save Gibbs."

"Oh, no ye won't!" Jack suddenly snapped, standing up. "I'll rescue the man!"

Will gave a smirk. "Fine. And I'll go with you."

"No."

"Yes."

"N-"

"And so will I."

Jack looked to Elizabeth. "Definitely not."

Elizabeth walked around to stand behind Will, still seated, and placed her hands on his shoulders. "He goes, I go."

"Even better, because he's not going."

"Well, then I'm coming, too."

Jack closed his eyes, a hand pinching the bridge of his nose, upon hearing this from his wife. "No, no you're not, love," he started as calmly as possible. He then opened his eyes to look at the trio before him. "No one is goin' t' London but me t' rescue Gibbs!"

Will, Elizabeth, and Katrina looked onward to Jack as if stunned by his words, only then to turn to one another with utter excitement and discussion in planning out their course to London.

"No, no, no, no, no…" grumbled Jack.

"It appears to be too late, my boy," the judge said gently as he gave a pat to the pirate's back.

"No!" Jack suddenly yelled; his friends and wife turned to him in abrupt silence. "No one is goin' wi' me!" He then pointed at Will and Elizabeth. "I have trust issues wi' the two of ye." He then pointed his finger to his wife. "And you…" he eyed his son momentarily. "You 'ave a baby. Ye can't just up and leave and abandon him."

Katrina lifted an eyebrow before calling to one of the maids, "Carla?"

"Yes, Mrs. Sparrow?"

"If I left to London on holiday for a few days, could you and the other girls-"

"With my help," interjected the judge strongly as he took up the babe from his daughter's arms; Jack shooting him a look of disbelief.

"—take care of my son?"

"Of course, Mrs. Sparrow!" Carla clapped her hands. "It would be our delight!"

"No! No! No!" Jack cried out once more, hands flailing about him. "I am the only one going to London! The rest o' ye stay 'ere! That's an order! Savvy?"