Ok, I finally remembered to post a little, I don't own anyone thing. So, obviously I don't own Jack I wish or the Commodore I still wish or Liz blah! But I do own the plot and the great Camille.

Ok so I guess that's it. I'm not much for introductions and usually I forget about them. I'm also not good with chapter or story titles, so bear with me! Read and review and blah blah blah! Peace out.

Pirates of the Caribbean:

Paradise Island

Chapter One

"You're late," Elizabeth said to her husband as he entered the small house they'd purchased after their marriage. Elizabeth had refused to live of her father's money. She was going to make an honest living, even if it was going to be a simple one. "I had dinner ready an hour ago. It's nearly cold now. You'll just have to eat it that way."

"Yes, love." Will Turner sat at the small table in the middle of the kitchen. He was exhausted. Another hard day at the blacksmith's shop had gone by and all he really wanted was a hot bath and a nice nap. But he ate the cold meat and potatoes that his wife had cooked, despite how disgusting they were. Elizabeth tried to cook, she meant well, and that was all that really mattered to Will, though he made a mental note to hire help in the kitchen as soon as it could be afforded.

Elizabeth sat down across from her husband of two years, slowly. Her large, stomach made it hard for her to move. She couldn't wait to have Will's baby. It had been eight long months of carrying this baby and moving slow and wearing uncomfortable clothing. Elizabeth was so excited. She knew Will wanted a son, but she desperately wanted a daughter. Each night she prayed that her baby would be a little girl. She could feel now that their baby was going to come soon; the eight months was almost up. Only a week or so before she should deliver.

"You're enjoying dinner, right?" Elizabeth leaned in to kiss her husband's lips. She smiled when his slight beard tickled her fair skin.

"Yes, Elizabeth. I always do. But I was thinking of hiring someone to help you out. Perhaps a maid to work in the kitchen or clean. We'll have our child in no time, and since you'll be busy raising the baby, we'll need someone to tend to the housework. Does that sound alright?"

"Yes of course. Anything sounds alright when it comes from your mouth, my dearest." Elizabeth sighed dreamily. Nothing could go wrong now; she was living such a blissful life. All she could think of was her baby. Her father, and even Commodore Norrington, were proud and couldn't wait for the next Turner to be born.

Will finished eating and helped Elizabeth into bed. They talked quietly for a while before drifting off to sleep. Elizabeth dreamed of playing outside with their daughter, but something dark was creeping in the distance. Something that wanted to take her daughter away from her. Elizabeth's dream soon turned into a nightmare.

While the two lovers dreamed in their beds, a man stood wide awake at the helm of his ship. Kohl lined eyes peering into the distance, struggling to see Port Royal through the fog. He figured it was time for a visit, though he knew he wouldn't be welcomed by all.

"Cap'n, we're almost to port. Would ya like me to take over for yeh?" Gibbs asked after taking a sip form his rum-filled canteen.

"Nonsense. I've got things under control, Gibbs. You go rest yourself before we get into port. I want to make sure we arrive just as good ol' Will is waking, savvy? We'll be a nice present."

Gibbs nodded and went below deck to get some rest before they came into port. He knew Jack was planning a surprise visit to his old friend, but he didn't know how much of a surprise it would be. The crew had to be prepared to flee at a moments notice. The people of Port Royal didn't exactly worship Jack, especially that commodore Norrington fellow.

Will awoke to a knocking on his front door. Sleepily he sat up, looking out the window of their bedroom as he did so. The sun had not yet risen. Will got up as quickly as would allow and rushed to the door, it must be important if someone was calling at this hour. By the time he'd gone downstairs and got to the door the person on the other side was practically breaking in.

"Hold on a minute! I'm coming! Relax!" Will shouted, adjusting his hastily thrown on breeches before opening the door. The urgency of the knocking had prevented him from putting a shirt on over his tanned, muscled chest.

Will opened the door and gasped. "Jack?"

"Captain Jack, as it were." Jack Sparrow smiled and bowed slightly, removing his tri-cornered cap briefly. "Mind if I come in, old friend?"

"Yes, please do. What's wrong?" Will closed the door behind his friend that he hadn't seen for two long years. He offered Jack a seat and took the one opposite that. Will hoped nothing had gone terribly wrong, yet he wouldn't have minded a chance for adventure. Day to day life was getting dull, and sadly he was getting a bit tired of Elizabeth being his only company.

"Nothing that I'm aware of. Why, is something wrong in the Turner household?" Jack put his booted feet upon the table and leaned back tiredly in the chair.

"No. But, well, your knocking was so urgent that I thought maybe there was trouble."

"Ah, no. Everything's been calm. Rather dull. My knocking was urgent though."

"Why?" Will's heart leapt again at the thought of a chance to be at sea again. Over the years he'd thought more about his pirate lineage and came to accept it, like it even.

"Because I wanted to see you of course! And because I'm bloody hungry. What have you to eat? Your wife a good cook?"

Will frowned. "You woke me at such an hour just to fill your stomach? You haven't changed a bit Jack, only thinking of yourself."

"Now, now Will. If you remember, I saved your life quite a few times back when Barbossa was alive. Ah, those were the days. But never mind. Where's the food?"

Will couldn't help but smile, and was glad Jack hadn't changed. It seemed he was the only one still the same. Ever since Will's marriage to Elizabeth something had been troubling him. He could feel people around him changing, himself too, and he found it unsettling. Also there was something dark pulling at his mind, he could sense tragedy approaching, but he knew not when it would arrive or who it would affect. Perhaps Jack would be able to help.

"I'm afraid Elizabeth is a terrible cook. We'll have to go to the tavern in the morning. I hope you can wait until then; there is nothing here worth eating."

"Bother." Jack reclined in his chair more, and closed his eyes.

"Jack?"

"Yes, old friend?"

"Something's bothering me. I wonder if you might be able to help. I have a feeling something terrible is going to happen, but I don't know when, or to whom. This feeling has been bothering me ever since my wedding day. I feel like there is a large storm of some sort, brewing in the distance, yet moving closer every day."

Jack did not open his eyes; he only moved a hand, adorned with rings, to stroke his mustache, then his beard. He made a face to show he was thinking. Finally he gave Will a response.

"I have been having feelings of the same sort. Things have been too tranquil at sea, no real challenge. It's almost as if this is the calm before the storm. I feel like Barbossa isn't really dead. I know he is, but I feel like some part of him lives on. I have not been able to figure out this feeling myself. It's been plaguing me for too long. I do think you should join myself and the crew when we set out in a few days time. We could use a new face aboard the Pearl."

Will felt a bit better knowing that Jack was just as unsettled and confused. "I'd love to Jack, but I couldn't."

"And why ever not? Still haven't squared with the pirate blood in your veins?" Jack sat up now, glaring slightly at Will.

Will looked at the man before him, a true pirate. Lately, Will could only hope to be half the pirate Jack was. Now that he'd realized living the quiet life was not for him, it seemed there was no escape. Piracy was just what he needed, though he'd never admit it to anyone but Jack.

"No. I mean, yes. I'm ready to be a pirate but it's Elizabeth. She-"

"Oh don't let that bird stand in your way. We'll take her with us if we must. Anna Maria could use some good company."

"It's not that." Will looked down, at Jack's hands that were tapping on the meager wooden table that sat in the meager kitchen of Will's meager home. His sight traveled up Jack's even more tanned and muscled chest, past his beard and dread locks, and back to those intense brown eyes. "Elizabeth is pregnant."

Jack grinned. "Bloody hell, Will! You're going to be a father. As soon as the boy is old enough, put him on a ship. Get him sailing straight a way. Another Turner. How delightful!"

"There's no telling what the baby is. It may well be a girl. And do quiet down, Elizabeth is still sleeping, no thanks to all your pounding on the door."

"How is the little mother?"

"Fine. Tired and slow, but fine."

An odd silence crept up between the two friends. Each just sat and stared at the other, eyes surveying one another.

"You've become a fine man, Will." Jack finally spoke after what felt like ages to Will.

"Thank you Jack. You're still as daft as ever, and I love you for that. You're the only one left unchanged."

Jack smiled, gold teeth glinting in the early morning light cast in from a window opposite him. Just as another silence crept up, Jack yawned. "I do believe I should like to sleep. I've been up all night. Have you a place for me to retire?"

Will nodded. "In the guest chambers. It will be made into our child's room when it comes along, but until then you are more than welcome to sleep there."

"Thank you again, friend."

Will gave Jack a light pat on the back, hand lingering just a moment before he crept back into the bed he shared with the very pregnant Elizabeth. She lay on her side, snoring lightly looking rather peaceful, though Will thought he saw a hint of fear on her sleeping face. As Will lay beside his wife he thought of his past adventures with Jack and how good it would be to continue them. Will never fell back asleep.