"Hector?" Joanna said, voice beginning to crack. "The baby...is...is it dead?"

Barbossa didn't answer. He looked at the tiny limp body still covered in muck and blood. Eyes were closed, mouth wide open. The baby's lips had a blue tint to them and it still wasn't breathing.

"Cummon, breathe", Barbossa whispered.

He cleaned around its little mouth. He reach his fingers and scooped gunk out of the baby's mouth clearing its airway. The baby continued to lay limp in Barbossa's arms lifeless. Joanna began sobbing.

"Oh, my baby!"

Barbossa looked at her and looked back at the child. He was not going to let his own flesh and blood die like this. He leaned down and put his mouth over the baby's mouth and nose and breathed into it. He gave two puffs of air and pulled away. He used his fingers to massage its little chest to get its heart beating.

"Cummon", Barbossa muttered. "Don't ya die on us now. Not like this."

Joanna wrapped her arms around herself as she watched Barbossa try to get the baby to live. She couldn't help but feel this was all her fault. If she had just stayed somewhere safe like he said, maybe the baby would've lived. Maybe it wouldn't have been born so early.

"I'm so sorry", she cried. "I'm so sorry, Hector."

Barbossa heard Joanna's cries but said nothing. He focused on the baby. It couldn't be dead. It just couldn't be. Barbossa forced a little more air into the baby's lungs. Like magic, it gave a high pitched cry. It started squirming in his arms. Barbossa gave a weak chuckle as tears came to his eyes. He turned to show Joanna the baby was alive. She clapped a hand to her mouth as she now cried tears of joy.

"My baby!"

She watched as Barbossa cleaned it off and handed it to her. The baby's cries quieted down and became whimpers. It looked up at Joanna with curious eyes and then looked over at Barbossa. She looked over it as she wiped her eyes. A head with a thin patch of Barbossa's copper colored hair. Joanna's emerald green eyes. Two little hands with all 10 fingers. Two tiny feet with all 10 toes. Joanna looked at Barbossa and noticed he was smiling as he pointed at something.

"Look what's there", he said.

Joanna looked down at the baby and smiled. She lifted it up to her chest and pressed her lips to its forehead.

"Joseph", she whispered. "My little boy."

"That be what yer naming him?" Barbossa asked.

"Yes. He's our son, Joseph Hector Barbossa."

He smirked when he heard his name will be his son's middle name.

"Joseph Barbossa. That be a fine name fer our son."

"And he'll grow up to be just like you."

Joseph cooed as he looked up at his father. Barbossa smiled as he took him into his arms. Joanna smiled at him and pulled him down for a kiss.

"I love you so much, Hector."

"I love ya too", he said. "Rest now. Yer exhausted. I'll take care of Joseph."

She nodded and kissed Joseph once more before laying back in bed. Barbossa pulled the covers out from under her and pulled them up to her chin. He smiled as he wrapped Joseph in a blanket before stepping out of the cabin. He noticed the crew were surrounding the cabin talking back and forth.

"Two shillings says it's a girl", Ragetti said.

"You're on!" Pintel said. "Two shillings says it's a boy!"

"How do you know it's a boy?"

Barbossa cleared his throat making himself known to the crew. They all stood looking at Joseph in interest.

"Gents, say hello ta Joseph Barbossa!"

"Ha!" Pintel said. "Told ya! It's a boy! Pay up!"

Barbossa laughed as he watched half of the crew pay the other half. Obviously someone started a bet on the sex of the baby a while back.