Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. I wish I did, but no matter how hard I wish, I will never own it. I only own the plot, and Elizabeth Jasmine (Will and Elizabeth's baby), because I made her. There. I said it, now let me go cry.....

A/N: Here is the sequel to "Too Much Like Her". If you haven't read it, I highly suggest you do, however, to get the main point of this story you don't really have to. But it would answer a lot of questions, and save your mind the trouble of having to sort out the odds and ends that you may not understand, if you didn't. Anyway, this story is going to have more adventure in it than the last. The first story was kind of a prologue to this. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and I also want to let you know, that I am trying to add more detail in this story, so tell me how I am doing please.

Summary (ish): In this story Jack & Ana are married, as are Will & Elizabeth. Will & Elizabeth have a baby named Elizabeth Jasmine Turner. Like I said before I suck at summaries so just read the story and find out what it is....

Chapter One: Prologue

Dark gray clouds covered the full moon, as the tangible mist floated heavily over the deck. Everything was quiet on the sea as the ship sailed through the water. The ship cut through the waves that the men on board had known all too well before. It had been just a few years since their last trip through these waters. As the silence continued, there was an eery feeling that filled the breezes, that soon became wind.

"I don' like tha' wind capn." a voice complained.

The tall, dark captain looked at his crew member, and with an evil smile replied,

"Tha' wind be bringin' us good luck. Tha' wind means our success. Our REVENGE. There be only one way to bring our capn' back, and the key to bringin 'im back lies at our destination. Tha' be why, we go to Port Royal."

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That morning the same eery breeze blew on the shores of Port Royal. On the shore side walked Jack Sparrow, Captain of the Black Pearl. It was unusual for a man like Jack to be walking on the land. He preferred to be out on his ship, sailing in freedom. He, however, had ended up coming to Port Royal, intending to reunite William Turner with his father, and then to leave, only to get caught up in waiting for the arrival of William's child, and then finding out he was expecting his own.

Of course when Elizabeth had her child, Ana wanted to help her with things for a while, and then when they found out Ana was with child, Jack was very nervous about letting her on a ship, let alone carrying out her duties on one. So they had ended up staying with Will and Elizabeth, in the Governor's home.

"Of all places for a pirate to stay," said Jack to himself, "in the Governor's mansion! What is this going to do to my reputation?"

Of course he didn't really mind, as long as Ana was taken care of. But, he didn't let anyone know it. He complained very regularly, as any good pirate should. He did NOT want people to think he was going soft. And however much he tried to hide his anticipation of the birth of his child, he couldn't hide it at all.

At times, when he thought he was alone, he would pick up Elizabeth Jasmine, Will and Elizabeth's daughter, and cradle her gently in his arms. Then he would whisper comforting words to her, and sometimes even hum her a song. Ana loved watching this the most, and so she would often pretend to leave the room, and watch from around the corner.

But Jack still missed the open sea, and so he often went walking along the coastline. He had been reflecting on recent events, when the wind blew coldly in his face.

"I know that wind...." Jack trailed off.

What is this feeling? Jack didn't understand the sudden nervousness that overtook him. He didn't know why he suddenly felt alert, and as though danger were approaching, but he did. His first thoughts were to head home and make sure Ana was alright, but then he realized that wasn't what he was anxious about. He couldn't remember the last time he felt like this. Or maybe he could. But it couldn't be for the same reason. Barbossa and his motley crew were all dead. He himself had killed Barbossa, and the other men had been taken to a prison just out of the way of Port Royal by Commodore Norrington, where they were to be hanged.

Shrugging off the feeling for the moment, he turned around, and decided to go see what kind of Aristocratic breakfast they would be having today.

A/N: Please R&R. Reviews mean so much to me, and they encourage me to write more. Let me know what you think. Love ya!!!