A/N: Next Chapter. Ok, I'm sure you're all thinking, "Why the Hell was Jack acting all fatherly?" (ok, you may not have been, but just bear with me) I'm thinking that Jack might have a hidden fatherly side to him. Kind of a leap of faith, I know. Whatever.

Tell me if Jessica gets to be too Mary Sue-ish, because I'll stop immediately and delete the story. I've only made a Mary Sue story once(I think) and that was my first fic ever. I don't plan on doing it again. And can someone PLEASE help me get a better title? Because the current one is crappy beyond belief. Thanks to my reviewers :-)

Disclaimer: No. Just no.

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Elizabeth Turner dashed around her house, making sure everything was ready for her anniversary party. She and Will had been married exactly a year ago tomorrow, so they decided to host a gathering of their friends to celebrate. And who was their friend if not Captain Jack Sparrow?

They had had a time of trying to make sure he was safe, of course. He had escaped capture to many times in Norrington's eyes, and the Royal Navy sure as hell wouldn't be happy he was back in town for any reason, even if it was just a party.

So Will and Elizabeth had come up with a plan. Captain Jack Sparrow was to be dropped off by his crew (bringing a date if he wished), who would dock somewhere else for the time he stayed. He would be picked up by his ship later, when it was time to go.

Jack had eagerly accepted the invitation, and his crew agreed to follow the plan. Will was ecstatic, and determined to have a great time at the party.

The Black Pearl pulled into a small dock, away from the Royal Navy, that afternoon.

Jack Sparrow stepped off his ship and observed his surroundings. He stopped, however, when he saw Jessica cautiously following him. As her foot paused on the edge, it slipped on a bit of seawater. She lost her footing and fell flat on her bottom.

"That's the fourth time you've done that today," Jack said as he helped her up. She winced and gingerly held her behind. It was true: besides the incident in Jack's cabin, she had fallen two other times that day, walking around on deck.

"Yeah, well, the first time it wasn't my fault." She took his hand and he lifted her over the edge of the ship.

"You'll never be a pirate if you don't get your sea legs soon, savvy?"

She shrugged and they walked off, the Black Pearl fading away behind them.

"Oh, wow! Is that where we're headed?" Jessica asked, pointing to a grand house sitting on the bluff.

"Uh, no, love. We're headed there." Jack pointed to a smaller house lower to sea level.

"Oh. So how well do you know these people that you'll risk getting caught and hung for?"

Jack smiled. She had the mindset of a pirate at least, if not the physical qualities. "Thinking like a pirate already, aren't you?"

He put an arm around her shoulder as she smiled and blushed slightly. "They, little one, are the ones who helped spring me from jail, save me from hanging, and made me a very rich man." She nodded, and they continued their walk up to the Turner's.

The reached the front door and Jack knocked. The door was flung open almost immediately, revealing a tall man with dark that was starting to fall out of its ponytail wearing a large smile.

"William! Wonderful to see you! Not to late, I hope?" Jack said, his smile matching Will's. They shook hands and Will led Jack into the house, Jessica following closely behind.

"Jack! You're finally here!" Elizabeth said, coming out of the parlor. She hugged Jack and stepped back. "It's so good to see you!"

"Always a pleasure." Jack swept off his hat in a quick bow before replacing it and putting his hand on Jessica's shoulder. "Let me introduce-" He was cut off by Jessica stepping forward and repeating the exact same motion her father just did and extending her hand to Will.

"Jessica Sparrow, at your service," she said, smiling broadly at the couple. Will smiled back and shook her hand. Elizabeth did the same.

"Well, Jessica, would you like to come with me so I can give you the grand tour? I'm sure these men have things to discuss." Jessica nodded, and she and Elizabeth set off.

"Sparrow, eh? Captain Jack, have you settled down, gotten yourself a wife?" Will asked, raising an amused eyebrow once the girls had left.

Jack almost burst out laughing then and there. "Me, a wife? You can't be serious man. No, no. Now, you won't believe this, mate, but," he paused for dramatic effect, "She's me daughter."

Will's mouth dropped open. "Daughter? You don't have a daughter."

Jack nodded. "That's what I said. But she is." They turned to see Elizabeth and Jessica walking around the house. That was when Will noticed it - she had the same swagger as Jack, the same slightly-inebriated air about her, the same smile.

"When did you find her?"

"This morning, actually. She stowed away on me ship, Mr. Gibbs found her in the hold."

"She looks like you, Jack," Will commented. Jack smiled at him.

"She does, doesn't she? I expect bunches of men will be throwing themselves after her. She's beautiful."

Will thought this was a matter of opinion. She was pretty, sure; her dark eyes were welcoming, and her body was well shaped. But her lips were cracked and peeling, and her skin was rather tough looking. She had obviously spent a lot of time in the sun.

"Where's her mother?" Will asked, mildly curious. He was sure it would be one of the whores in Tortuga.

And by god, he was right. "A lady from Tortuga. Her name was Bethany Williams."

"Was?"

Jack sighed. "Was. Apparently, she died a few weeks ago." Will decided it would be best to get off that subject.

"So what have you been up to, Captain?" Will said, leading Jack into the next room.

"Oh, the usual. Plundering, pillaging." Jack put his feet up on the coffee table and rested his head against the back of the couch. "So when does this party start, mate?" As soon as he finished, a sharp rapping could be heard from the door.

As Will extended his hand to help Jack up, he said, "Now."

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There was a lot of drink consumed that night. Rum, beer, wine, brandy.....and even a few non-alcoholic drinks, mostly drunk by Elizabeth. She didn't seem to want to stick to tea, but Will kept insisting, saying that, "You have to be more careful what you drink now, Elizabeth," before shoving a cup into her hand. She would sigh and nod, but Jessica poured a little rum into it, giving her a wink.

The party went long into the night, until Will stood up on a table, very drunk, and dragged a ever-so-slightly-drunk Elizabeth with him. He wrapped his arms around her and called, in a very loud voice, "Ahem."

When no one paid attention, he tried again, to no avail. He finally just stomped his foot on the table and yelled, "Bloody listen, people!" That shut them up, and Will looked very pleased with himself.

"I trust you all have had a nice time tonight." There was a loud cheer, and Will smiled broader. "Fabulous. Elizabeth have an announcement to make. We're going to have a baby!"

An even louder cheer broke out. Above it all, Jack could be heard, shouting at the top of his lungs, "A baby? DRINKS ALL AROUND!!!"

As the party quieted down, Will continued. "Yes, thank you. Now, I'm sure you'll all understand that we have to get to bed. Need all the sleep we can get," Will winked at his wife, "So I'd much appreciate it if you all CLEARED OUT!" he roared.

A few people were rather startled by his outburst and spilled their drinks. Jessica was standing next to one man that did and said, "Rotten luck, that is."

The party slowly cleared away, leaving an ungodly mess of the house. And part of that mess was Captain Jack, who had finally, after drinking an enormous amount of rum, passed out on the floor. Jessica had bent down and started poking him in the side of the head, trying to wake him up.

"Jack. Jack, wake up." Her attempt was failing miserably. Elizabeth noticed this and came over to help.

"Let me try," she said, pushing the girl to the side. She bent down very low, only an inch or two from his ear, and said, "Barbossa's got The Black Pearl." Jack shot straight up, knocking both women in the head, and sending Elizabeth to the floor.

"What? He's got my ship?" Jack tried to stand, but failed spectacularly. Will had to rush over and catch him. But seeing as Will was only slightly less drunk than Jack, he wasn't much help. The two women tried to help them, but, as you might know, the weight of two men that are extremely drunk is amazingly high. The very strange group fell to the ground in a heap.

Will stood up, brushed himself off, and reached down to help his wife and a giggling Jessica up. "Shall we, darling?" Will asked, and Elizabeth nodded. They left the room, and footsteps on the stairs could be heard.

Jessica plopped down on the floor, next to her father, and laughed even hard. She eventually fell into hysterics, and Jack got so worried he grabbed her arms and slapped her across the face.

"Ow," she said, rubbing her cheek. "What was that for?"

"To stop you from that infernal giggling. It was giving me a bloody headache," he said, rubbing his temple. "Why were you laughing so hard?"

Jessica smiled, and almost broke out again, but a dirty look from Jack stopped it. "They're going to go-" she trailed off, and started smashing her fingers together in a rather crude way.

Jack shrugged. "Yes, I suppose they- WAIT A MINUTE! You're not supposed to know about those things, young lady!"

"Oh, give it a rest Jack. I grew up in Tortuga. My mother was a bloody whore." She started sniffling, and Jack, afraid that she might break into full-blown waterworks, picked her up and wiped her face with his hands.

"Shh, quiet now lass, let's get you to bed." He put his arm around her and lead her up stairs. There was an empty bedroom a little ways down the hall, and Jack eased her down onto the bed and pulled the covers over her. Then he did something even he wasn't expecting. He kissed her on the forehead.

"Night love."

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There ya go! Second chapter, ready for your reading pleasure.

My dad brought up an interesting point.....I told him that Jack seemed perpetually drunk, right?(Because he *gasp* hasn't seen the movie yet) And he told me that it was more likely that he wasn't really drunk. I asked him what he meant, and he started giving me little hints. "The Caribbean....Pirates....illegal.....Jamaica...C'mon Caitlin! I'm saying he was probably high!" Then I got it. He was insinuating that Jack was smokin' da weed! Mary Jane! Wacky Tobacky! MARAJUANA!! *gasp*

Well, kinda makes sense, don't you think?

Without Wax, Caitlin