Author's Note: Thank you to all my readers! Here's the end of my story, I hope you all enjoy. As always, the mouse owns all.
"But Uncle Jack, how did you get off the island?" one of the two brown-haired little boys asked, eyes wide.
"Well, boys, it's like this: I roped myself a couple of sea turtles and lashed them together to make a raft…"
"Jim! Thomas! Stop bothering Jack and come finish your chores." Kaylee shooed her eight-year-old sons to the back of the tavern. Then she turned to Jack and gave him a glare that didn't quite reach her eyes. "And you, Jack, I won't have you filling my boys' heads with stories. I already had to take away the wooden swords you gave them for their birthday; they were beating each other black and blue pretending to be pirates."
James came out and joined her, handing their three-year-old daughter, Anna, to her. "Oh, come now, dear, boys will be boys. It had nothing to do with Jack."
Kaylee shook her head. "Grace wasn't nearly as much trouble." She looked at her red-headed daughter and grinned. "And you'd better not be, Miss Annie!"
Jack put down his glass. "How is our little Grace?"
"Not so little, I'm afraid. We sent her to a boarding school in Ireland just after her last birthday. She's fourteen now, you know."
Jack chuckled. "Time flies. I knew you when you were that age, and now look, a mother four times over."
James slid behind his wife and put a protective hand over her stomach. "Soon to be five times over."
Jack stared, and then smiled broadly. "Another little Norrington! Congratulations! Drinks all 'round!" With his last exclamation he nearly fell off his seat.
Annie giggled and said in her baby's lisp, "I fink you've aweady had enuff, Uncle Jack."
They all laughed.
Hmm, might Grace become the heroine of my next foray into the PotC world? Maybe, if you ask nicely! lol Thanks for reading!