Joanna sighed as she looked over the edge of the ship. The full moon shone brightly. The light reflected over the ripples of the sea. She looked at her reflection in the water and smiled. Joanna heard a faint cry.

"Joseph?"

She turned toward the cabin seeing no one there. She heard the cry again. This time it was louder than before.

"Hello?" Joanna called out.

She looked back down at her reflection in the water. She watched as the sea began roiling. Bubbles and foam rose to the surface.

Joanna backed away frightened. The last time the sea acted like that was their run-in with Blackbeard. Joanna heard the cry again. It was a high pitched cry…almost like the cry of a baby. She ran to the railing of the ship and looked at the water again.

Joanna nearly screamed as the water turned red. It looked more like blood than water. She watched as something floated to the surface of the sea. It looked like a body. Joanna watched as the body turned over, facing her.

"Bloody hell!" she screamed when she saw the body.

It was the small body of a baby. Was it her baby? The baby opened its eyes and looked straight at her and cried again.

"My baby", Joanna said with tears in her eyes. "My baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen."

The baby cried as its body sank back into the sea.

"No!" Joanna cried. "No, my baby!"

"Joanna! Joanna!"

Joanna felt someone shaking her and yelling her name. She opened her eyes to find herself looking straight into Barbossa's eyes.

"Ye were having another nightmare", he said running his thumb across her cheek. "Ye were crying."

"Was I?" she asked, her bottom lip trembling.

Barbossa helped her sit up, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Care ta tell me about it?" he asked.

Joanna sighed as she looked down.

"It was…just another dream", she said.

"About?"

"About the baby", she finished. "I saw…"

Joanna gave a shuddered sigh as she covered her face with her hands. Barbossa wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"I saw the baby's body in the sea. It looked at me for a moment before sinking."

Barbossa pulled her close as she laid her head on his chest looking for comfort. Losing their baby really messed her up. Until Joanna killed Blackbeard herself, she would probably never be completely happy.


Joseph giggled as Joanna tickled him. She was trying to put on a happy face for her son to let him know nothing was wrong. The last thing she and Barbossa wanted was for their son to be unhappy. Joanna stopped when she saw Gibbs being dragged across the deck toward them.

"Master Gibbs", Barbossa started. "Short we are of a map. Perhaps ye could be so kind as ta provide us a heading."

Gibbs looked at Gillette wondering if he could have a drink.

"Nay! We privateers not pirates, Master Gibbs", Barbossa said. "And in the King's name will behave as such."

"Need I remind you we have a child onboard?" Joanna added.

"Aye… cap'n", Gibbs said. "My apologies miss."

He looked through the charts taking longer than expected to give a heading.

"Now Gibbs, I hope you weren't lying when you said you could lead us to the Fountain", Joanna said.

"Be we on the proper course, Gibbs?" Barbossa asked seriously.

"Aye," Gibbs answered. "It be proper"

He pointed behind Barbossa.

"There's your proof."

Everyone turned to look at the direction Gibbs pointed, including Barbossa and Joanna. Gillette pulled out a spyglass handing it to Barbossa.

"The Spaniards", he murmured. "Battle stations!"

"Joseph, go inside", Joanna said nudging him to the steps.

"Joanna, ye go with him", Barbossa said.

The sailors pointed their rifles and cannons at the Spanish ship. Barbossa continued watching them sail.

"The men await your orders, sir", Groves said.

They waited and waited, but Barbossa did not give any orders.

"Sir, orders?" Groves asked turning to Barbossa. "Sir!"

"Nothing's happening", Joanna said.

Barbossa lowered the spyglass as the Spaniard sailed past them

"He never so much as turned his head", murmured about their leader.

"The Fountain is the price," Barbossa said handing the spyglass back to Gillette. "It seems we're not even worth the time to sink us. And now we've fallen behind!"

He turned to the men.

"All hands, make more sail!"

The crew hurried to make more sail. Barbossa took hold of the helm steering the ship.

"Ride hard between wind and tide."