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A Special Note To the Screens of: Rat and Special Eddie- I guess I should state now that this is a skipping story (a chapter hopper) This chapter has severed ties with chapter three and starts a new day/month for Jack and Ana. Hence, this chapter is partly viewed in flashbacks to give you all some bits and pieces of what happened during the pirates visit in Port Royal. Hope you enjoy.

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Jack rolled over slightly, an annoying lump preventing him from moving any further. He sighed heavily with a flutter of his eyes as he poked at the object hoping to adjust its position. There was a small whimper followed by a slight shift as the lump momentarily moved before going still once more.

The pirate captain poked it again, this time whispering, "Move over ye mangy fleabag or I'll put ye out."

The soft lump eventually moved; a small effort made in picking up its head to stare at Jack, the deep brown eyes glossed with affection. Sighing, Jack reached up and stroked the black hair before turning his thoughts elsewhere. Remind me why, I agreed to let Ana keep this puppy, he told himself silently. He thought back to their visit in Port Royal where the whole ordeal started…

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"No. No, no, no and for the last time, no!"

"C'mon Jack," Ana pleaded, her dark eyes catching his.

Jack stiffened. "Ana, we can not bring a puppy on board with us!"

"What would you have rather had me do? Leave him there? Freezing, hungry and lonely?"

"Yes!" he answered quickly.

Jack suddenly realized, with the help of 'The Look' from Anamaria that 'yes' was not the correct answer and he quickly backpedaled, the Look winning the stare down. "Ana," he started. "I'm sure that a nice young woman, one with perhaps children old enough to care for him, would have come along and taken him. And as much as I'm sure a puppy would make a nice addition, in oh say, ten years, it's just not," he paused looking for the right word. "The opportune moment," he eventually answered. "I'm sorry, but we just can't take him along with us."

He gestured with his hands, the importance of his answer before turning, 'The Look' never leaving his backside.

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Jack smirked. Even through her silence Ana managed to win that time around, but he figured the argument had been closed, stamped and thrown out when the woman had stated, 'Think about the baby, Jack. He's going to need a playmate.'

In the end, the pirate captain had given in to her, the smile on her face enough to assure him that for the moment, she was happy. It was better to have her happy, he concluded, then having her mad at him, something which he seemed to do even without making an effort. Hormones, he mentally groaned. Deadly weapon, those.

Named it Sava ¹ she did. Jack couldn't for the life of him figure out what kind of name that was and Ana had just laughed, tapped his nose and asked him why it mattered. Sounds like something used for the cleaning of wounds, it does, he had stated matter-of-factly.

He turned on his side, the tiny dog no longer hindering his movement as he gazed at the woman beside him. She slept peacefully on her side; her legs tucked close to her and her black hair falling in her face. Jack quietly reached over and swept the hair from her face before allowing his hand to rest gently on her growing stomach, the hint of a small smile playing on his lips.

Jack chuckled softly as a thought quickly passed through his mind, the light laughter rousing Ana.

"You know," she whispered, startling him. "It's customary for a man not to laugh at his pregnant wife."

The pirate captain squeezed her hand tenderly before saying, "Ye know, it's amazing."

"What is?" Ana questioned snuggling closer to him, his arms embracing her.

There was a moment of silence followed by a sigh as Jack tapped Ana's belly. "How somethin' so good could come from someone as bad as me."

Ana laughed at his statement before murmuring, "Right" as she leaned over and kissed him. "It worked for Turner."

Jack nodded briefly thinking back to the young lad.

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Will dozed lightly, his head back as the little girl in his arms quietly played with the wooden ship. At her tender age, her fascination was held more with the figurine than the story her father had proceeded to tell her.

She gurgled happily as she waved the ship around, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Dropping the ship to the floor, she squirmed out of her father's grasp and slid comfortably to her feet where she waddled to the fallen object. "Uh oh," she pursed, picking the ship up.

Once retrieving her toy, she sat lazily on the floor beside her father's feet, her focus turning on the ship again as she played happily. After several moments, she dragged a chubby hand across her face, rubbing at her eyes as she did so. She pushed the boat across the floor making incoherent noises, her imagination leading her actions.

Before long, she lost interest in the ship as she slumbered peacefully beside the chair, her tiny fingers still wrapped around the wooden figurine.

This was how Jack had found them, the father and daughter both sleeping peacefully. He suppressed a chuckle as he shuffled across the floor, a grin on his face. From the corner of his eye he saw Anamaria gently lift the girl from the floor, the child fitting snuggly in her arms.

And for a moment, Jack Sparrow briefly told himself that he could possibly get used to this. Maybe- in a few years…

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Jack moved the small black puppy back to the end of the bed, shaking his head in disbelief. Ana just laughed at him, her dark eyes watching with amusement. He adjusted his position allowing Ana to rest her head on his shoulder as he whispered, "So have ye decided on any names yet?"

"I thought we decided to wait," Ana pointed out.

The pirate captain nodded. "We did," he supplied. "But usually one already has a name picked out for the boy or girl."

"I haven't really thought about it."

Jack looked at her. "Ye mean all this time, not a single thought on what ye want to name the little twerp hasn't crossed your mind?"

The dark skinned woman raised an eyebrow at him. "Not exactly, have you?"

He fidgeted a bit before she answered, "Uh-huhn, thought so. So, what do you have in mind?"

He shrugged, a hand idly rubbing at his chin. "What about Seymour? I always thought Seymour was a good name."

Ana choked back her laughter as she looked at him. "I think not," she replied. "I can't see my child going around with the name of Seymour; he'll get teased a lot."

"Good point," Jack muttered. "Jasper?"

The woman beside him made a face and he continued with the list. "Hank? Maurice? Jeffery?"

Ana continued to shake her head no at each name he rambled off. "What about Xavier?" he piped up. "Donald? Roger? Bernard?"

"No, no, no and definitely not," Ana objected. "What if it's a girl, Jack? Do you have any suggestions in that thick skull of yours?"

The pirate captain looked down at her, a look of feigned shock on his face. "A girl, eh? Well, I haven't given any thought toward that."

"I've noticed," Ana smirked.

"Well, let's see," he started. "Pearl?"

Ana glared at him. "We're not naming our child after a ship, Jack. Or treasure for that matter."

At his insistent look she added, "Can't we for once, think of a normal name?"

"Gertrude," Jack answered bluntly. "I had aunt named Gertrude once."

"Just once?" Ana asked skeptically. "I have an idea."

"Jane?"

Ana glanced at him. "Why don't we sleep on it Jack. We can pick up where we left off tomorrow, hmm?"

Jack waved a hand in the air, "Alice? Penelope? How about Doris?"

Groaning with exasperation, Ana kissed his cheek and murmured, "I'm going to sleep. Goodnight Jack."

In the darkness she heard him mumbled, "Beatr- no, no, Jack is my name. It wouldn't work…"

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A/N: And cut… another short chapter, but a bit longer than three, yes? I'm placing the end of this, somewhere near 2-3 more chapters, possibly. Each chapter, represents a month roughly, as stated in the note above, this is month SIX. I do have a little twist for the end, which could affect the outcome of this story and it's length. S'pose you'll all have to wait to see what it is.

¹ I'm not entirely sure, but I believe this is Russian. Some meanings I've come across are 'young of an animal' (Sanskrit/Romani) and the other was something like, an old man. I just know the name Sava was used in Danielle Steel's Zoya and I liked it. Hence, end of discussion.

My Thanks to:

BlueWolf2 - Thanks for the understanding support. I figured I'd throw the scene with the dolphins in there because that scene has been sitting on a notepad collecting dust since I started posting PotC stories. They (dolphins) are magnificent animals and a joy to work with; my experience with them is everlasting and I'll forever treasure that memory. Hopefully this sparks a bit of what I see for you all.

Kingleby - She is cute, which most 1 year old toddlers are provided they have a good upbringing (i.e. firm yet loving parents, not spoiled) She really is a loving child.

Erica Dawn - Glad you enjoy my tiny OC, feisty little thing she is too with a sweet disposition. Thank you.

Cal - With the ever-present Jack Sparrow, one can never bee too confident that he telling the truth, or exaggerating it a bit. But oh well, the Turner whelp adores him, so all is cool. Glad you enjoyed this chapter and the endearment entwined.

Spooky152 - There isn't much of an interaction between the two families this chapter, as you can see. But in the near future, we'll see what happens.

Special Eddie - I agree, any Jack/Ana level is cute and always welcomed. Aye? Certain little kid levels are cute too, but when that level comes to my 4 yr. old, cute is out of the question.

Rat - Transition is good.

Jackfan2 - Coffee is bad.

A HUGE thank you to you all! You're all great!

-J