Jack & Katrina

Disclaimer: No, I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean (characters, plot, dialogue, etc.). Any other tid-bits of creativity, however, are mine… in which I hope you will enjoy.

Author's Note: Read, enjoy, and review!

The Visitors

"A little more to left, Jack," Katrina told her husband as she stood from the other side of the dinning room.

"How 'bout there, love?" Jack offered, moving the large framed painting of the Black Pearl sailing in front of a sun setting below the sea's horizon.

"Perfect!" Katrina cheered, causing the baby boy she held at her hip to mimic with a happy cry.

"Since m'boy seconded that opinion," Jack said as he hooked the back of the painting to the wires, "I will leave it be, 'ere."

After attaching the painting to the wires from the ceiling so that it was now at the center of the far wall, Jack walked back to where his wife stood.

"Aye," Jack nodded with satisfaction, "You've good eye, love."

Katrina smirked at her husband, "I know. That's why I married you."

"Look at that," Jack teased as he turned to his wife, "she's beautiful and smart."

Katrina playfully slapped Jack's arm, "You best behave, Captain Sparrow."

Jack chuckled and looked to his son, "Did I do anythin' wrong, Jacky, t' deserve that?"

Little Jack squealed and bounced in his mother's arms with excitement.

"That's what I thought, lad," Jack agreed with his son's reaction. He then took the babe from Katrina and held him up high. Being given another squeal of delight, Jack lowered him to his chest.

"What did you two think?" Katrina eyed her husband, the smirk still at her lips.

"That I should've said gorgeous instead o' beautiful," Jack teased.

Katrina rolled her eyes, "Uh-huh."

"Well, then," Jack laughed as he grabbed Katrina around the waist with his free arm, "how 'bout I replace what I said with…" Jack didn't finish his sentence with words, but with a loving kiss. And just as this kiss deepened, the sound of knocking came from the front door brought it to a quick end.

"Who could that possibly be?" Jack nearly growled as he rested his forehead against Katrina's.

"Don't know until you answer the door, Jack," Katrina teased back before pulling away.

Shifting little Jack in his arms, Jack turned around, walked out of the room to the entry way and opened the front door.

"'Ello, Jacky," Teague greeted his son.

"What? What?" Jack stuttered in reply, "What are you doin' 'ere?"

"Came t' see me grandchild," Teague answered before gesturing next to him, "'Enry wrote t' me 'bout the good news."

Jack looked over at Katrina's father. Jack had been so shocked by his own father he hadn't even noticed the other man.

"I see you and Katrina have moved into your new home," Judge Banks grinned at Jack.

"Aye, sir," Jack tried to speak as he backed away into the entry hall so that he could open the door wider, "Please, come in."

Allowing Judge Banks to enter first, Teague followed after, giving his son a pat on the shoulder as he passed by while saying as he saw the babe in Jack's arms, "'E looks like you."

As Jack shut the door and turned to follow the men to the parlor, Katrina entered from the dinning room. "Jack, who was at the… Father!" Upon seeing her father, Katrina ran and embraced him. Then seeing Teague she ran and embraced him as well.

"I'm so glad you both were able to come!" Katrina cried out excitedly. She then took to Jack's side as she addressed to the men, "This is our little boy… Jack Henry Sparrow."

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"Hey, boy," Teague addressed to his son gesturing at the gift he brought as he sat on the parlor rug playing with little Jack, "Look at 'im. He likes the boats same as you did."

"Does he?" Katrina asked enthusiastically before Jack could comment.

"Aye," Teague replied with a chuckle.

Everyone in the room fell quiet as they observed little Jack pushing one of the little wooden boats into another as he crawled along the rug. Soft coos and squeals came from his mouth as he played.

"It's amazing," Judge Banks spoke up, "how he looks so similar to you already, Jack."

"Aye," Teague laughed as he looked over at the judge seated beside his daughter on the sofa, "Told Jacky that when we first came in."

Katrina laughed, "I know. His head is fully covered with Jack's color of hair. And then with Jack's eyes, too! I melt at some of the looks he gives me."

"Like this look, love?" Jack taunted as he made a pouting face at his wife.

"Stop that!" Katrina laughed, "But yes… like that one."

"All the more evidence that he's m'boy," Jack grinned from the adjacent chair.

"And that he's me grandchild," Teague added with a laugh before looking down at little Jack, "Isn't that right, lad?"

Little Jack merely looked up at his grandfather with wide eyes, one of the boats partly being consumed by his mouth.

"Aye," Teague laughed harder, "I remember that look from Jacky." Teague then smiled brightly up at Jack, "This boy's goin' t' be trouble, Jacky. Finally… what goes around comes around."

Jack frowned upon hearing this. Katrina and her father, however, laughed.

"Guess we've got our worked cut out for us, love," Jack looked to his wife with a half-smile.

"We?" Katrina laughed as she shook her head, "He's your son."