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Jack sat on the bed facing the balcony where a small strip of moonlight bled onto the deep dark wood beneath his feet.

Cossette lay beside him.

Even though he hated her with every part of his being, he had a hard time letting her sleep on a stiff cot knowing what he know knew. He strongly believed that innocent people should not be punished, and although Cossette was as guilty as he was , their child wasn't.

He let his head drop into his hands. How could he be a father. Of all of his fears this one had never seemed like a real threat. All he had to do was leave her in Port Royal and never look back. Give it a few years and everyone would move on. This time though, something made Jack think twice.

Although he felt nothing but hate and occasional lust for Cossette, she was no good to him gone.

They had come this far and maybe she could still be of some use to him.

Cossette stared at a strand of her hair that lay beside her on the pillow. She cautiously rested a hand on her stomach.

"Now what am I going to do with you?" She thought to herself.

If Jack really did abandon her here, she knew what her fate would be.

Poor beggar woman with a baby to feed. Living off of scraps left behind from venders and change tossed from strangers. All of her life she yearned for one thing and one thing only.

Freedom.

She knew Jack was awake because she could feel him sitting beside her.

"Jack?" She whispered.

"Aye." Was his reply.

"Don't you leave me here to die. You know that is exactly what will happen to me if you do. I'll help ye in every way and one day leave for good. Just give me some time." She begged as bravely as possible.

"Alright." Was all he said before laying down and falling asleep.

Cossette smiled to herself. She felt as though a huge weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. The premonition she had suffered from earlier seemed distant and unrealistic now. as relief overcame her she drifted off to sleep.

The next morning Cossette was up before dawn.

She knew that if Jack was going to keep her around she would have to make herself useful.

She hated Jack and this blasted ship but unhappiness was a much brighter alternative to death.

So far this morning she had cleaned and straightened up Jack's cabin and office, mopped the stern of the ship, cleaned the galley, and was now making breakfast for the crew.

There wasn't a lot to work with, so she used some eggs from the hens that were kept on board and milk from the goats. Then she mashed up the stale biscuits and fried them to mix in with the eggs.

When everything was set out to eat, Cossette rang the bell for breakfast and stood back as the hungry sailors came crashing in.

She set some aside for Jack and herself and headed up to his cabin.

She knocked politely on his door and waited for an answer.

Jack groaned and stomped to the door. Cossette rolled her eyes and prepared herself to seem loving and devotional.

When the Captain opened the door he smiled and took his plate, then just as kindly shut the door in Cossette's face.

Cossette stood shocked for a moment.

"BASTARD!" She yelled kicking the door.

When there was no reply, other than a satisfied snicker, Cossette made her way back down into the Galley.

As she collected left behind plates and glasses she couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed. Even though she hated Jack she was looking forward to having breakfast with him.

She needed to talk to him about everything that was going on.

Even though they despised each other they had in some way at least developed a friendly rivalry.

Now Cossette was alone and scared, and had not even a friendly enemy to talk to.

As she was washing dishes a familiar set of heavy but unstable footsteps could be heard.

Cossette didn't look up but instead seemed uninterested.

Jack walked into the kitchen area and plopped down on the counter beside Cossette.

He studied her for a few minutes.

She really was beautiful, her messy sun dried brown hair was at her shoulders now, and her cheeks and nose were pink from the sun. She looked to young to be a mother, but watching her wash dishes with a hand towel tied around her waist made her look just the part.

"What can I help you with Captain?" Cossette asked turning to Jack.

Jack could tell she was hurt, but what did she expect him to do?

Wake up and run to the door, invite her in and have some tea ready out of politeness.

"Just seein' why you've taken over the role of momma on my ship." Jack answered.

Cossette dropped the plate in her hand and leaned over the bucket of dirty dish water.

Jack leaned back , a little shocked from her reaction.

"What did I say wrong?" He asked flabbergasted.

"I'm just trying to keep myself busy that's all Jack. You know I'm completely alone in this and I have no one to advise me or talk to me. I guess I was hoping I could impress you into at least being my friend since this does have to do with you too." She explained teary eyed.

Jack put a hand on her shoulder.

"I can't make ye any promises. I'm not a friend type luv, and you of all people should know that."

Cossette looked at him dumbfounded.

"That's all you have to say?" She asked.

"I'm saying I'll do my best." He said nonchalantly.

Cossette grabbed a plate and threw it against the wall.

"So you get me pregnant and threaten to abandon me AFTER kidnapping me and say that you will do your best to act civil towards me!?" She exclaimed.

Jack was still in shock from the plate throwing.

"Cossette calm down." Was his only answer.

"No Jack this is it, I am staying in port royal, I don't want you anyways." She answered before storming out of the room.

Jack stood silent for a moment.

"Jack, you certainly do have a way with women don't ye?"

He looked up to see Gibbs peering down the stairs.

"Aye Gibbs, that I do."

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