I couldn't believe it.

Me. Why did this happen to me? How? Well, I know how it happened, but who was the father? I gasped out loud when the solution clicked.

"Cutler!" I spat aloud.

"You're expecting?" Elizabeth whispered. Will stared with no emotion in his eyes. I felt like screaming. Tia Dalma's smile faded.

"Are you not 'appy?" My mouth contorted into different lip movements in an attempt to speak, but nothing came out. I think I looked like an idiot. I was angrier than anything now.

"No! No I'm not happy! That slime encrusted man whom I regret to be married to is the father!" Elizabeth's jaw fell to the floor. Will raised his eyebrows. I think I heard Jack snicker. Barbossa sighed, and the one with the wooden eye cast his eyes downward. The wooden eye's friend met my gaze.

"I'm sorry…That's disgusting!" He spat onto the ground… speak of disgusting.

"What am I to do?" The tears began to well up in my eyes, and I had to fight to try to hold them back. Elizabeth wrapped her arms around me. My legs suddenly turned to gelatin, and I collapsed. Tia Dalma whipped out a chair, and caught me in it before I hit the floor.

I started producing sweat faster than a well, and I began to shake. My heart accelerated to the speed of sound, and everything was spinning. Will rushed over to my side, and grabbed my arm protectively. His face was pained, like he was being tortured. He wanted to ease my pain. I think he was upset because Elizabeth was.

"Erm…" Jack walked slowly towards us. "I think that we should get her back to Port Royal."

"I agree." Barbossa said from the other corner of the room. My heart slowed to its normal speed.

"How fast can we get there?" Will turned to look at Barbossa. Barbossa opened his mouth to speak, but Jack spoke faster.

"My ship will be able to get there in about three weeks." He smirked in Barbossa's direction. Three weeks. This is going to be the toughest three weeks of the pregnancy.

Back on the Black Pearl, Barbossa and Jack were arguing about the speed of the ship opposed to the wind. I was sitting on a barrel on the starboard side, writing in my diary. The sway of the boat was seriously distracting, because the swell made my pen swish to the side messily.

Dear Diary,

These few weeks have been impossible! I've been sick the whole time, and everybody is worried sick over me. I hate it. Captain Sparrow has suggested that we return me to Port Royal. We left yesterday afternoon, and the journey is taking forever! Nothing has been happening, and all I've done is sit and watch people do things to run the ship! It is so infuriating!

I felt a sudden heave in my stomach, and I leaned over the edge and threw up. Hence the reason that I sat close to the edge. I pulled my head up from the railing, and began to cry. The hormones were really getting to me.

I just got sick again. My teeth feel so disgusting! My hand hurts from trying to stabilize my pen, and my skirt is wet from the sea spray. It is three weeks to Port Royal; I wonder if Cutler even misses me…he probably thinks I'm dead or something.

My stomach lolled again, and I threw my head over the railing in preparation for what was coming. I threw up much more violently this time, and when I finished, I sank off of the barrel and onto my knees. I felt a warm pair of hands pick me up.

It was Will.

He set me back onto the barrel, and leaned my head onto his shoulder.

"Are you all right?" his voice was comforting. It made me happy. And it was somehow so familiar…

"I'll live." I croaked.

"Um." He started. "I need to tell you something." My interest flickered.

"Yes?"

"Well, this may come as a surprise, and I don't want to kill you or anything." I chuckled.

"You won't kill me!" I said through my laugh. He didn't chuckle back. I straightened out my face. I knew that this was serious. He leaned closer.

"You know that I was captured by the Flying Dutchman, right?" Captured? How? When?

"No." I think it came out more like a whisper.

"It's a different story, but basically, Jack sent me over to get a key to a chest that had a heart, because the heart needed to be stabbed in order to kill Davy Jones."

"…is he dead?"

"No, we didn't really get the heart…I'm getting off track here! Anyway, so I got captured, and the good news is, I found out who my father is."

"Really? Oh, Will that's wonderful!" I exclaimed.

"Yes…wonderful…this is a lot more difficult than I thought it'd be." This was getting frustrating.

"Spit it out man!" he pulled back his face in surprise.

"All right, when he was talking to me, he told me that I had another sibling."

"Keep going." I just got a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"He said it was a girl, and that she had been adopted by someone in Port Royal. Her name is...Charlotte."

"Huh?" I sounded weak.

"Charlotte...you're my sister."