A/N: Well, here's the second chapter mateys! Thanks for the two reviews I DID get so far! (So, in other words, review, review, review! ;) ) And, just like I promised, this chappy IS longer. Considerably so.

"We have to get him a doctor!" was the first thing Jack heard when he woke up, said in a male voice that he was fairly sure he recognized.

"What doctor?" another retorted, a considerably more feminine one, and most definitely one he recognized. "He was spotted, Will. How are we going to explain away the wound, or the hair?" A small part of him was insulted at this. He thought his hair was quite befitting of the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. "He is inescapably a pirate!"

"So we hide the hair, and make something up!" that male voice replied, and he heard footsteps begin to make their way towards the bed he was lying on.

"No one's touching me hair," he groaned, pulling himself up a mere inch before the pain in his shoulder stopped him, and wincing in pain, he opened his eyes, looking around for the hat he no longer felt on his head. He was in some sort of fancy-shmancy guest room, in a soft bed that he was currently lying in, a dresser, a clean hardwood floor, a door on the opposite side of the room, shut tight, a fireplace, and a fancy hardwood table next to his bed, on the left side, on which he almost immediately discovered his hat. Altogether, this room was far too clean and tidy for his liking, but he didn't really think about that right now. What he did do was stare at his hat and contemplate how exactly he could reach it without moving his aching shoulder, or disturb it in any way. Finally, he decided to just leave it for now, figuring it was safe enough, and turned back to Will and the lovely Miss Swann, Elizabeth Turner now, with a slightly bemused expression on his face. Both of them were watching him with very noticeable concern. "No, never would 'a' worked out dearie," he said with a small shake of his head, giving a lone glance to Elizabeth, and then turning his head so that he was facing both of them again. Will was already closer to the bed than Elizabeth, had been in the process of walking over before Jack had spoken up actually, and he decided that he was going to ignore that remark, and finished his walk over to the bed, standing beside it and looking down at the captain. "So are you going to tell us what happened, Jack?" he asked.

"I'd love to tell you that, lad, really I would, but now's not exactly the most opportune of moments, is it?" he answered, moving his right hand to motion to his shoulder. Even though there was a fresh bandage on it, it was obvious there was a wound there from the blood that had seeped through. Well, this would certainly be an interesting scar to show the ladies when it was healed, a stab wound from a sword, which carried quite a story with it.

"You're certainly right about that," the woman commented, and walked over herself, sitting down on the edge of the bed and moving her hands towards the bandage and gently beginning to unwind it. Jack flinched in pain for what must have been the hundredth time—oh would some rum be good right now—and then his eyes widened as they beheld the discolored flesh. It wasn't that bad, really, an infection had only just set in. Cauterizing it, if done straight away, would fix it up right quick. "It's infected, Jack," she sighed.

"Well that's interesting…" he murmured, not able to stop eyeing it. It hadn't looked quite like that the last time he'd seen it. He'd tried to sew it up on that ship he'd stowed away one. Obviously, he'd bungled it up.

"Yes, extremely," Elizabeth breathed, eyeing it warily.

"We need a doctor," Will said yet again, not able to touch the stab wound, or even directly acknowledge it, but his eyes constantly drawn towards it.

"And how do you propose we get one?" Elizabeth retorted. Will opened his mouth to reply, but that's when Jack decided to cut in.

"If I may make a suggestion, luv, just take out the thread, clean it, and caut'rize it, savvy?"

Just then, a cry interrupted them, and Elizabeth jumped to her feet, completely forgetting the injured pirate lying on the guest room bed. "The baby!" she exclaimed, and ran out of the room, light blue satin skirts billowing behind her as the door shut.

"Don't you have a maid or nurse for that sort of thing?" Jack inquired, widening one eye just a tad more than the other.

"Not yet. She was only born two weeks ago," Will offered as an explanation, and then turned towards the doorway for a few seconds before Elizabeth came walking back in with a screaming infant in her arms, shutting the door behind her.

"What if we only make it worse, Jack?" she asked, rocking the child in her arms so that it ever so slowly calmed down. Will and Jack could barely hear her over the baby's wailing.

"It'll be worse if ye don't do anythin', savvy? Just gimme some rum, not burned in a bonfire would be me preference, and pull the stuff I closed it up wit' out. Then, clean it, and burn it closed with somethin'."

"It'll hurt, Jack," Will pointed out.

"Well aware of it, mate. Hurt like hell, actually. Done it meself a few times."

"Well you can't do it yourself now, Jack."

"Glad you volunteered, lad," Jack "thanked", waving his right arm in tune with the words, "Would've been a time doin' it meself with only the use of one hand."

Neither Will nor Elizabeth appeared as if they particularly loved the idea, but if they didn't do anything, then Jack was as good as dead. The lass of the two left the room with her now-quiet baby girl, her husband right behind her. In a few minutes, they had returned, Elizabeth with the things needed to clean and rewrap the wound, and Will with the heating pan Elizabeth's maid always used for her bed, along with a beautiful stuff called liquor, which he handed straight-away to Jack's right, good arm.

"Whenever you're ready…" said Will, and Elizabeth Turner sat down on the Captain's hurt side, babyless now.

Luckily, the bottle's cap was gone, probably removed by one of his two friends. "Bottom's up!" and he took a deep swig of rum.

Around an hour and a half later, Jack's left shoulder was clean, cauterized, causing agony with every movement of his arm, and freshly wrapped. The pirate probably wouldn't have been in such a good mood as he was had he not finished the entire bottle of alcohol. He was completely and utterly drunk. It was a miracle that he hadn't passed out yet.

"Jack! Jack! JACK!" Elizabeth screamed right in Jack's face. She probably would have slapped him if she didn't feel the least bit of sympathy over his shoulder. He was making so much bloody noise singing "A Pirate's Life for Me" that there was bound to be someone coming into the room at any moment. She had only screamed as a very last resort.

He stopped his song and looked up and away from watching his fingers move, dropping the arm as he did so. "You don't have to scream, luv, I can hear ye just fine." She grit her teeth in exasperation. "But ya know, having some company on that island would have been so nice-"

"Yes, I know that, Jack, " she groaned, rolling her eyes out of sheer annoyance. "We went over this before. Now-"

"No, not that island. Second one, third time I was left by me onesies." He was slurring, eyes unfocused, drunk, but it was obvious he meant what he was saying.

Will practically jumped to his feet from the chair that he had been sitting rigidly in, disbelieving. "You lost the Black Pearl again?!" he demanded.

"Aye, but it wasn't me crew this time, ye see. It was me damned sister Jill."

A few minutes later, Jack was out cold, their daughter checked on, and Will and Elizabeth were out in their bedroom, talking.

"That has to be the worst pirate I have ever seen, Will!" Elizabeth exclaimed behind the closed doors.

"I agree," Will returned.

"He's completely insane!"

"We knew this already, Elizabeth. He's Captain Jack Sparrow."

"But a sister? Did he ever-"

"Not one word."

The baby's cries interrupted them once again. She never slept for more than two hours before waking up with a scream. The two hurried down together to the nursery.