Barbossa and Joanna froze when they saw each other. The first thing Barbossa noticed was the knife in her hand.
"What in the blazes are ya doing, Joanna?"
He walked over to her and snatched the knife out of her hands.
"Ya trying ta kill yerself?" he snapped.
"I don't want to have this baby!" Joanna told Barbossa. "It's Beckett's, not yours. I was only meant to have your children."
Joanna looked down at her feet.
"Hector, I was just trying to get rid of this baby. I don't want it."
"'nd ye think stabbing yerself be the best way ta do it? Ye'll not only kill that bastard child, but ye'll kill yerself."
Barbossa slammed the knife into a barrel so it was sticking straight out of it.
"Nay…I have a better idea."
"What?" Joanna asked. "What is it?"
"A trade", he answered. "Our children fer his child."
"What makes you think he'll do it?" Joanna asked. "This is the man who murdered men, women and children that were associated with pirates. What if he decides not to take the baby? I mean I'm its mother who happens to be a pirate."
"He'll take the child", Barbossa said. "Every man needs a child ta ensure their bloodline continues."
"I've never thought of it like that. Do you think Beckett will give us back the children if we do this?"
"He might", he said. "We have to try."
Joseph sat in Beckett's lap as he sat at the table in the middle of the cabin. The twins were sound asleep in their own cribs. Joseph looked at the plate of cookies that sat in the middle of the table. He looked up at Beckett.
"Papa, may I have a cookie?" he asked.
Beckett looked down at Joseph. He looked back at him with innocent eyes…a carbon copy of his mother's. The fact that the child called him papa didn't bother him.
"You may", Beckett answered reaching for the cookies.
"Thank you, Papa", Joseph said taking the cookie.
Beckett watched as Joseph climb off his lap and walked to the corner of the room. He watched the boy pick up a toy sail boat and start playing. Beckett didn't want to believe it, but he was actually starting to feel some affection for the boy. It was impossible for him to believe because he had to remember Joseph and the twins were not his children. They were Barbossa and Joanna's children.