The crew looked on with amusement as Jack jiggled the baby up and
down on his knee dubiously. He glared at them.
"What're you all laughin' about?" he asked angrily. Gibbs snickered.
"'ave you named it yet?"
"Her!" he replied angrily. "An' I kind of like. Baby."
"Baby?" Ana snorted. You can't name her that!" He shrugged.
"Why not?"
"Because it's silly! And she won't be a baby forever!"
"So? When she's old enough she'll choose her own name! That's what I did!"
"You did?" He paused.
"Well, I didn't specifically change my name until I was twenty. I thought Jack Sparrow sounded more. dashing than." Ana smirked.
"Than what?" He shook his head.
"Nothing." She rolled her eyes.
"And what are you going to do with it anyway?"
"Her! Well, can't she just come with us?" he lifted her up. "you'd like that, wouldn't you, Baby. You'd like to come on a pirate ship, wouldn't you!" She gurgled happily. He looked at the crew. "See? She wants to come." Gibbs shook his head firmly.
"No. It's fearful bad luck to 'ave a woman aboard. Even a miniature one." Ana shot him a venomous look. He cowered. "uh. and. well what would you do if there was a fearful storm an' you were needed above deck? What would 'appen to Baby?" Jack contemplated for a bit.
"She'd get wet." Gibbs raised an eyebrow. Jack grinned at the crew. "Right, then. Who's up for a bit of babysitting? I'm off to the Jolly Roger for a drink." There was silence. He looked around. "Oh, come on. Someone? Ana?" She folded her arms. "What about Cotton? He wants too, don't you Cotton?"
"Wind in the sails." screeched the parrot. Jack smiled.
"Excellent." Gibbs shook his head.
"Tha' was a no, Jack." The captain looked quizzically at him.
"I see. Well, she'll be okay on her own, of course. You'll be okay, Baby? Daddy will be back soon." He tickled her under the chin. Ana snorted. He glared at her. "What?" She shook her head.
"Daddy?" He blushed.
"I, er." She continued.
"And, yes. There'll be no problem leaving her alone in the house in Tortuga. It'll be fine. No thieves or murderers here." He sighed.
"Come on, Ana. I really need a drink." She planted her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back into the bedroom.
"There'll be no drinks for you, Captain, until you give up this baby nonsense. After all, you can't be a responsible father drunk, can you?" He pushed her off.
"You have got to be joking." She smiled.
"Think of Baby." He groaned.
"You can't do this to me! It's not fair! Isn' there a human righ; to drink or something?" She shut the door. "Ana! Come back! Hey, you can't. You locked the door! That's cheating!"
"Pirate." He heard her call through the door. "Have a nice night."
"What're you all laughin' about?" he asked angrily. Gibbs snickered.
"'ave you named it yet?"
"Her!" he replied angrily. "An' I kind of like. Baby."
"Baby?" Ana snorted. You can't name her that!" He shrugged.
"Why not?"
"Because it's silly! And she won't be a baby forever!"
"So? When she's old enough she'll choose her own name! That's what I did!"
"You did?" He paused.
"Well, I didn't specifically change my name until I was twenty. I thought Jack Sparrow sounded more. dashing than." Ana smirked.
"Than what?" He shook his head.
"Nothing." She rolled her eyes.
"And what are you going to do with it anyway?"
"Her! Well, can't she just come with us?" he lifted her up. "you'd like that, wouldn't you, Baby. You'd like to come on a pirate ship, wouldn't you!" She gurgled happily. He looked at the crew. "See? She wants to come." Gibbs shook his head firmly.
"No. It's fearful bad luck to 'ave a woman aboard. Even a miniature one." Ana shot him a venomous look. He cowered. "uh. and. well what would you do if there was a fearful storm an' you were needed above deck? What would 'appen to Baby?" Jack contemplated for a bit.
"She'd get wet." Gibbs raised an eyebrow. Jack grinned at the crew. "Right, then. Who's up for a bit of babysitting? I'm off to the Jolly Roger for a drink." There was silence. He looked around. "Oh, come on. Someone? Ana?" She folded her arms. "What about Cotton? He wants too, don't you Cotton?"
"Wind in the sails." screeched the parrot. Jack smiled.
"Excellent." Gibbs shook his head.
"Tha' was a no, Jack." The captain looked quizzically at him.
"I see. Well, she'll be okay on her own, of course. You'll be okay, Baby? Daddy will be back soon." He tickled her under the chin. Ana snorted. He glared at her. "What?" She shook her head.
"Daddy?" He blushed.
"I, er." She continued.
"And, yes. There'll be no problem leaving her alone in the house in Tortuga. It'll be fine. No thieves or murderers here." He sighed.
"Come on, Ana. I really need a drink." She planted her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back into the bedroom.
"There'll be no drinks for you, Captain, until you give up this baby nonsense. After all, you can't be a responsible father drunk, can you?" He pushed her off.
"You have got to be joking." She smiled.
"Think of Baby." He groaned.
"You can't do this to me! It's not fair! Isn' there a human righ; to drink or something?" She shut the door. "Ana! Come back! Hey, you can't. You locked the door! That's cheating!"
"Pirate." He heard her call through the door. "Have a nice night."
