"Rule One." Will held up a finger. "No rum." Jack snorted. Will sighed. "What?"
Jack shook his head. "Nothing, I just. For a moment there I thought you said no rum." Will crossed his arms.
"I did."
"Ah. but - "
"Rule two." Will interrupted. "No swearing." Jack rolled his eyes. "and Rule three: No whores." Jack squinted at Will.
"Will, mate. What have I ever done t' you?"
"Come on Jack. You know some things have to change. You can't expect to come here with a baby and keep being a pirate." Jack stood up and put his hands on his hips.
"Will." He said threateningly. "I will always be a pirate." Will nodded unhappily.
"I know. But please - for all our sakes. Just try to behave. Please?" Jack grumbled.
"Fine. But I'm doing this for Baby." Will turned to leave. Jack called out after him. "Will?" he looked back.
"What?"
"Did it hurt?"
Will frowned. "Did what hurt?" The pirate smirked and made a cutting motion with his hand.
"You know. snip snip." [1] Will marched out, slamming the door.

***

Elizabeth was sitting in her room when she heard something below her. She ran down the stairs to the sitting room. She paused outside the door, she could hear voices yelling. She ran in. Jack and Will were standing facing each other, shouting at each other. Will was brandishing scissors and there was an up-turned chair behind Jack. On the floor between them was. She looked closer. It appeared to be a dead rat. Neither of them had noticed her yet. She cleared her throat.
"What is going on?" They turned guiltily to look at her. Will spoke first. "I was just." Jack interrupted.
"This bloody blacksmith started attacking me! I were jus' sittin' 'ere mindin' me own business an' he jus' came in with 'is scissors an' starting chopping off me dreadlocks!" He gestured angrily to the hairy thing on the floor.
"They have to go Jack!" He appealed to Elizabeth. "We have to clean him up a bit, right?" She paused.
"Can you. let me speak to Jack on his own?" Will shrugged.
"Go on then. But I think he's drunk." He left, followed by Jack's protestations that he was, in fact, cone sold stober. Elizabeth sat down by Jack. She smiled tentatively at him. He scowled.
"Listen Jack." she said. "We don't mind helping you out here; we do owe you but. You have to understand. It's hard for Will and me. After you left it's been really difficult to be accepted back into the community and we've worked very hard at it. We've reached a point where we are respected again and we can't lose that for your sake. Like I said, we are willing to help you with Baby and everything but you have to compromise. You do understand, don't you?" Jack glared at her.
"No."
She breathed in and out slowly. "Jack. listen to me. How about if I put it like this? I'm asking you to choose between the rum and Baby." He looked up.
"What? Why?"
"Because you can't be a responsible father drunk and you can't live with us drunk." She snapped. "Plus, your breath smells." He glowered.
"You." He yelled. "are the most aggravating, annoying interfering wench I have ever met in my entire life!" he stamped over to the door. "and I have met a lot of wenches!" the door slammed. She sighed.
"Jack!"

A/N - Thanks for the reviews - keep them coming in :) I agree with your comments about Elizabeth, I've tried to make her better in this chapter. I do appreciate advice on how to make it a better story and of course lovely positive reviews ^_^

[1] Yes, if you have watched the DVD commentary that's where I got this line from. I couldn't resist putting it in :P