A/n: again sorry for the like really long delay…slight case of college work taking over my life AGAIN!! Anyway hope you like the next part of the story and please don't hate me from the last chapter lol….so the journey continues……

James walked around his small room pacing around in a circle trying to think clearly about the situation he had on his hands.

It was early in the morning that he received the letter from his wife Annabelle informing him that herself and their child were making their way to Tortuga with all haste. The letter was received just a week after learning the news of Jack Sparrow's death and James was not entirely prepared to flaunt his wife around the busy streets especially not in front of Elizabeth.

It would be presumed that Elizabeth would still have been quite emotional and crying over every little detail that reminded her of Jack, but she did not cry anymore as she opened a bottle of rum, or as she watched new ships arrive in the port. It was like one day she just switched off and carried on with living.

James stopped pacing and looked out of his window and sighed at seeing her walking through the market place, her long blonde hair tied back in a leather strap, her shawl wrapped tightly around her shoulders, her belly safely secured into a loose shirt and breeches from what he presumed were Jack's. She still smiled, not as much as she used to but at least she smiled. But upon looking into her eyes that certain spark was gone and instead replaced with sadness and lost hope. Not many people would recognize it, but James did and it broke his heart to see it.

It seemed that every second that passed he began to grow more in love with her and needed his wife to stay out of the picture just to see if someday Elizabeth could feel the same way.

"Don't be so foolish James" he scolded himself "she's just lost her husband, and you're married"

True he was married to the very beautiful Annabelle, but it wasn't a marriage based on love, it was based entirely on money and social prospects. It was the only way that James could get his commission back, it was Annabelle that ordered that he get fully paid leave from the navy so they could travel a little before they settle down and start a family. They both married knowing that love was never intended in their relationship, he had made it very clear that he could never love another after watching his first love being rescued from drowning and it wasn't him doing the rescuing. After experiencing the pain of watching her love another when he desperately wanted it to be him she loved so he promised himself he would never put himself through that again. But Elizabeth Swann chose another and so he would never completely give himself to another again.

He looked down to the letter and sighed before screwing it up into a small ball and throwing it at the wall, he rested his arms on the wall above the window watching her carefully place items into her basket.

"Why do I have to love you?" he said, a sudden rush of anger built up inside him, why did he love her? All she had ever done was cause him pain. She used his proposal to rescue William Turner, the very man she left him for. Then she flirted with Jack Sparrow in front of him on the hunt for the dead mans chest, and she let him run instead of following like he hoped she would. Just to get out of the danger he knew Jack would get her in. She never really loved him, she only pretended to love him. She was in love with him all along. The pirate.

James' fist hit the wall above the window and he kicked the bed post and threw items off the small desk before sitting back on the bed and sighing. It was only her that could get him so angry and aroused at the same time and he was ashamed to admit it even to himself.

He had to find a way to make this all better, all these feelings and emotions go away one way or another.

Elizabeth opened the door to the tavern, looking around at all the early punters and harlot's hoping to get their business for the night before she made her way over to the bar.

Peg was stood behind the bar smiling away at Mr Gibbs, who decided to saty around for a while claiming that he liked the town and decided to stick around for a while. But Lizzie knew that he only wanted to make sure Miss Elizabeth was being looked after just as Jack would have wanted. In a way she grateful that he was there to watch out for her but another part of her wanted him to go for he was just a close reminder of what she had lost. Jack.

She made her way to Peg and set her basket on the bar, "Good evening Mr. Gibbs " she said then turning to her landlady "Peg I need to know if I can work those extra hours before tonight, because I may have found work down at the docks"

Peg stood from leaning over the bar to look at her suddenly concerned "Work where? Doing what exactly?" she asked

Elizabeth pulled the blanket back from across the top of the basket and began to unpack what Peg had asked her to buy for the bar along the top of the bar not looking at Peg or Gibbs she answered "Oh just unloading some fish and other things, I need all the money I can get to support this thing" she said looking down to her bulging belly then back to unpacking the basket " and if you wont give me any more hours then I will have to do that instead."

Peg's jaw seemed to drop to her chest as she watched Elizabeth "Honey I know you need the money but I think that too much hours for you to be working in here isn't a good idea not with the babe and everything"

Elizabeth stopped abruptly and closed her eyes taking a breath bringing everything in her not to cry there and then, "Peg, I am doing this for me and my baby not to take my mind off Jack" she lied. "I need to get everything for when this one arrives and to get these things I need money, and to get money I need to work"

"If you need money pet all you have to do is ask" Peg started but was cut off by Elizabeth, she grabbed onto the basket and made to move towards behind the bar and up towards the rooms, "peg thanks but I want to bring this child into the world living off the money I earn myself"

Then she smiled a goodbye to Gibbs and made her way back to her room passing a few of the girl with their customers on her way trying not to drop the heavy basket or bump into any of the drunk men with dirty wandering hands.

Finally she opened her door and locked it behind her, sighing as she looked around the small room feeling the same feeling she got every time she was in that room, emptiness. She shrugged it off and lay the basket onto the small table and began to empty its contents out on the flat surface and she began to hum away to herself. When finishing emptying the items of canned goods and fruit and putting them away in a makeshift cupboard James had kindly made her a few days before, she pulled her hair from its leather band letting it fall down freely across her back and around her face. Then she pulled the money bag from her pocket and stored that in its rightful place, underneath the mattress. After making sure that the bed covers were straight and presentable, although she wondered why she even did that knowing no one would ever see them, then she carried on emptying the basket pulling out rolls of cotton and wool ready for when Peg taught her how to knit, then she stopped when her eyes fell on the item packed so neatly right at the bottom of the basket. She gently picked it up and inspected it further, a tiny outfit made of the finest material she could find. She smiled as she walked over to the bed once more bending down and pulling out a box from underneath the bed, she opened it and placed it on top of the other baby clothes and supplies she had been collecting over the time she had been there.

After gently placing the lid back on and pushing back into its rightful place she sat on the bed and looked around her room.

"Well Lizzie this is your life from now on" she said quietly to herself, before lying down burying her face into the pillow to block out her muffled sobs. She hated Jack for leaving her here, it was his idea to bring her there and then he goes and gets himself bloody killed. He's left her there forever, to bring up their child in those surroundings, guaranteed for a life of prostitution or murder things she couldn't even force herself to think of. She wanted to bring Jack back from the dead just so she could send him back.

Why was he so stupid to come away from the helm when there was a storm?! Didn't he know what he was doing? But of course he did he's Jack Sparrow, Captain Jack knows everything….well she hoped he knew at that moment because it definitely wasn't love that she was feeling.

Ever since that fateful day that she learned of Jack's death all she had done was prepared for the birth of her baby, she didn't give herself time to grieve properly, didn't want to grieve for him, because deep down she knew that Jack wouldn't want her to do so, he would want her to remember him the way she wanted, their happy times together watching the sunset or rise, making love under the stars, sailing on their next adventure hand in hand.

But no matter how much she argued with herself not to cry she always would shed a tear when she thought about how happy he had made her. In 6 years she had loved then hated then loved him and now he was gone and she hated him for leaving her, every night after seeing his face In yet another dream she would always try and reach out to him and whisper, "Why did you go where I cannot follow?" then just as she brushed her fingertips across his jaw she would wake up in a pool of her own tears.

After drying her eyes Elizabeth sat up and ran her fingers through her hair and pulling the shirt from her breeches to make her growing stomach more comfortable then began to prepare herself for another nights work down in the bar. It was customary to wear a dress behind the bar, but Peg allowed her to wear britches considering the circumstances, sometimes she wore a dress thought it made her feel like a woman and not like a pregnant beach whale.

Of course the customers loved her fuller bust and would spent most of their time next to the bar wanting a better look at it she allowed them to ogle over her as long as they carried on buying drinks from her she would let them look where ever they wanted, only she knew that she would never let anyone other than her love touch her.

"Oi you sir haven't seen you here before" one of the whores called out making Elizabeth glance up to one on the girls attempting to tempt a young man into using then for the night or as they called it getting to know them better. Elizabeth rolled her eyes at her pathetic attempts and carried on serving a customer "You want me to look after you sir?"

"No thank you" the voice replied and Elizabeth nearly dropped the bottle of rum when realizing she knew that voice, she looked up and saw those hazel eyes looking back to her and she smiled something she'd never thought she'd do again and she placed the bottle on the table and hurried over to him with arms opening wide and he did the same until she fell into him wrapping herself into his heat.

"I thought I'd never see you again" she said gripping onto him tighter and fighting back her tears as she clung to him. He stroked her hair and kissed her head

"I had to come I promised I would" he said

She looked up to him and smiled before burying her face back into his chest, he looked down to her and smiled, her pregnant belly hard against his flat stomach and her hand tightly around his shoulders. He had missed this so much.

James entered the bar with one thought in mind, he will look after Elizabeth and her baby he will provide for her and be a father figure to the baby and a dear friend to Elizabeth if not more. He opened the door and made his way to the bar that's when he saw it Elizabeth's arms around his shoulders with his kissing her hair and smiling away to himself, James's heart stopped and suddenly felt fear.

He walked over to the couple and they glanced over to him before pulling away from each other looking deep into one another's eyes for a moment. He was first to speak.

"Hello James" he said

James's fists curled up and he wanted so much to hurt the man standing before him with his hand wrapped so tightly around Elizabeth. James met his eyes and saw what was behind the mask he wore and he didn't feel right about what he saw. But he swallowed and took breath "Hello again" James said "William Turner"

A/N: Okay okay so that was really evil of me to do that to you….who else was thinking it was Jack? Well now that will is back in the picture all hell is going to break loose… especially when James receives a letter which could hold the future of Elizabeth's happiness. Things are going to be good from this point on and please all you sparrabethers don't loose faith for I am the biggest parapet shipper of all and we wont let Will have all the fun………leave comments and thanks for reading so far and give me your opinions about where you want this to go. Thanks guys you are truly wonderful and thanks for all your support so far.