These events happen about one and a half years after Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl. Please review!

Edit: Well done to all of you who spotted my, erm. deliberate mistake.

"Jack!" He turned around.
"Cap -" the busty red-head strode up and slapped him hard around the face. "Scarlett!" he exclaimed. "I was meaning to -"
"Where have you been?" she demanded angrily. He smiled.
"See, love. When you're a pirate you gotta." he motioned with his hands. "Go with the flow a little, ye know? I got called away. I came back, di'n't I?" She glared at him.
"After two years." He shrugged. "what do ye say we have a drink and discuss this later. I mean, I'm 'ere now." She shook her head slowly.
"No, Jack Sparrow. I'm sick a' waitin' aroun' for ye. I'm no' gonna be some girl ye pick up whenever you're in Tortuga. Here, take this. It's yours." She shoved a dirty bundle at him and strode off down the street, followed by wolf-whistles and some drunken men. Jack looked after her for a while, then shrugged. He looked closer at the bundle in his hand and started to move to cloth away. It moved. He froze and very gently unwrapped the bundle. A little face peered up at him. It started to cry.
"Bloody 'ell." he muttered.

***

"Ana!" he yelled. An angry face appeared at the window.
"What?" Seeing Jack, she sighed. "How many times do I have to tell you Jack, No!" He shook his head.
"No, I. Can I come in? It's er. Sorta important."
"Fine." She shouted. "But be quick." He climbed the stairs and opened the door. Ana was sitting on the bed. She sighed when she saw the baby. "Whose?" He sat down.
"Well, see."
"Whose is it, Jack?" He winced.
Uh, ye've met Scarlett, haven' you." she scowled.
"When?"
"I guess it woulda been. Th' night I came 'ere with young Mr Turner. Ye know, before I go' the Pearl again and tha'. Er. ye wan' ta hold it?" He held it out. "Be careful," he warned. "It bites." She chuckled.
"It?"
"Oh, is it a boy?"
"No, it's a girl. Look" she said, touching it's head. "It'll have red hair like it's mother." He frowned.
"So, er. Do ye want it?" She raised her eyebrow.
"Are you serious? What would I do with a baby?"
"I don' know, uh. sing to it or something? What do women do with babies?" She passed the baby back gently.
"Drown them?" He coughed.
"Er, well. We could I suppose. But, er. Couldn' we find it a nice home or somethin' I mean, it's so. small." She smirked.
"What's this? Captain Jack Sparow bein' sentimental, are you? Well, there's no we about the matter. It is, after all, your fault."
"Hey!" he protested. "it takes two people!"