Joanna frowned as she looked at the charts on Barbossa's desk.
"Where should we start?" she asked. "Beckett could be anywhere."
"Hmm", Barbossa murmured as he looked at the charts. "If I recall correctly, we left the children here."
He pointed at an island off the coast of Cuba.
"Beckett might be there along with our children. I'll chart a course. Ye shouldn't worry yerself. Ya be in delicate condition."
"Don't remind me", Joanna said crossing her arms pouting. "I hate this. I'm having a baby and it's not my own husband's."
"You should be thankful", Jack said. "You know he could've done a lot worse."
She glared at him.
"Don't give me any of that! How would you feel if someone you hated forced themselves upon you? Oh, wait. You tried that once before!"
Barbossa put his hands on her shoulders.
"Joanna, calm down", he said. "This stress isn't good fer ya. Think of the baby."
"I will calm down when he stops trying to cheer me up!" she snapped at Barbossa. "And I don't care about the baby. After it's born, I don't want to keep it!"
Joanna pulled away from Barbossa and stomped out of the cabin. Barbossa and Jack watched her leave and then looked at each other.
"Women", Jack shrugged. "Gotta love their mood swings."
"Aye", Barbossa said agreeing for once. "Joanna always told me no more children. Now I see why I agreed ta it."
Joanna screamed as she went below deck. She kicked a barrel in frustration. She hated the thought of a little Beckett growing inside her. She looked down at her belly.
"As soon as you arrive, I'm getting rid of you", Joanna said. "I don't want anything that's related to Beckett."
Joanna smiled as she suddenly got an idea.
"Maybe I don't have to wait for you."
She looked around the room and found a knife laying below someone's hammock. Joanna picked up the knife and pointed it to her belly. She barely touched the tip if the knife when she saw Barbossa walk in.
short i know. sorry. i'll have more ready soon