The Turner Curse

Summery: After Elizabeth Dies in Childbirth, and Will is talking into going on the Pearl with the baby to live with Jack. The girl, Hannah, gets kidnapped, and Will and Jack chase after her across the Caribbean.

A/n: HANNAH f English, Jewish, French, Biblical
Pronounced: HAN-a
From the Hebrew name Channah which meant "favour" or "grace". Hannah was the mother of Samuel the prophet in the Old Testament. The Latin version of this name is Anna.

Just thought I would share. And GASP! I HAVE RETURNED!!! It only been like a year… has it? Haven't been in a mood to write….so, yea, here…chapter two.

POV: Will

Chapter two-Four years in the making

I remember the night that Jack came to me, and asked me to join him. Sometimes, I feel like He could make things right, like he was some wild magician, and could breath life into anything I asked for. But no, that was not the case. I only had my memories, and Hannah's small being of the life I had with Elizabeth. That time had all but passed.

Four years passed. Smooth as could be. Hannah and I spelt in a hammock together, still. She had gotten bigger since we have started that, but she still curled up on me like a cat, legs tucked under, and her head pushing under my chin. We still sleep that way, but now I don't have to look out for her as much, she mostly hangs around Sam, one of the crew's son we picked up from Tortuga, he is around seven so it's no wonder that Hannah in curios. There was also Gibbs she hung around, much to his displeasure. After all, he is fighting to kept women off the ship. He lost with Anamarie and with Hannah. But he hasn't given up, and I guess that something to look up to. I guess. I hate to say this, but it's nice to do chorus and get them done with out having a living baby tied to yourself. I have no clue how Elizabeth handled her living inside her for 9 months. It used to be I have to stay up to the wee hours of the morning working with a small being hanging across my chest which caused pain if you breathed into deep. It was nice as it was a painful.

This morning was a sunny one, compared to the storm we had been sailing through, and everything was clam. Kind of like a clam before the storm. I rose as always had, just before dawn. Hannah was curled up sleeping on me, as she always had. I slipped her off to the side, then got up, fishing the ground for my boots that were somewhere on the floor, never were I left them. I sat on the edge of the hammock, stroking Hannah's cheek; I learned to treasure any monument with her later on. And before she was awake, Hannah was a deep sleeper, and later, a talkive pain in the butt.

Her brown eyes were screwed shut, and her black hair hid most of her face, and her bare legs and feet were tucked up under herself. She was a cat, I swear. I strapped up my boots, and picked up Hannah's boots. Now, to start the morning games. I pulled out her knee high socks, out of the small pair of boots, and disregarded them. Then I braved to reach under the blanket and fished for a foot. One hand held on to a foot, as another worked the sock rolled to were it was easily slipped on. My Darkness was brighten by, Sam, the cabin boy's candle. This was part of the daily routine, and I didn't mind having to deal with the suddenly brightness. Having the sock over my fingers, then I pulled it over her foot, quickly pulling the sock up, and releasing after I reached the knee, it jerking back from me. After doing the same on the other leg, I then pull her out of the hammock, blanket and all, and reached in looking for a foot. Hannah was awake, like she always was, faking sleep. I had learned the exact point when she would wake, and pretend with me. She pressed her head into me a little farer, as I slipped the boot on to her foot. I pulled the lacing over and tied it. I stuffed the lacing into the top of the boot, then pull up the other one, barely making a sound. I listen to Sam began his daily chores over head. I gazed up, then back down and there was a flash of golden brown eyes looking up at me. They quickly shut, and the game continued. The rules were simple; Hannah was not going to tell me she was awake until she thought I knew. And I was going to go on knowing until she told me other wise. This, simply, was the game. It was not a battle of wills, or fighting to get up, this was merely the watching game.

I pulled the blankets off, folding them with Hannah still in my lap, still feigning sleep. I laid it across the hammock we shared, and began to carry her to the galley. She pulled her arms around my neck, as if her will power had given up. I rubbed her back, humming to her. She buried her head deeper, under my chin. Her hair tickled my chin, and I smiled. She was the only one, since Elizabeth, to make me smile.

I pass Gibbs on the way down the stairs, which just let us pass. I knew that he couldn't say a word to me now, not with Jack and Anamarie watching over the whole crew. Gibbs nodded off to me, "Morning Will." I knew that Gibbs wasn't happy with Hannah, and Jack's choice, but how many Blacksmith pirates are on one ship? I am stuck repairing things now, unlike when my eyes had to stay on Hannah at all times, I used to have to move up and down the deck with this small being seeming to suck the life out of me, like I have said before. I couldn't drink anything, like rum, not that I wanted to, but it was nice to have that freedom. I have to watch everyone else around me have fun, and I usually heating a bottle, or rocking a crying baby I usually rarely got sleep, for if it wasn't one thing, it was another. Before I really for to talking to Gibbs, I used to also hear how I was dooming us all. That got old fast.

But now, like I have said before, things got better. Hannah had begun to work on the ship as well, helping Sam, so life got easier. That, and I learned how to do a lot of things one handed. I pulled out a chair in the galley floor, and sat down, Hannah began to uncurl, and looked around with sleepy eyes. She bumped her head against my chest, and rubbed her eyes. This was all a game, an unspoken game that had been going on since she learned to talk, and walk. Now is when it got playful. "Da…" She said, in a whiney voice, "I'm hungry…." She looked up at me.

"Then what should we do?" I asked/

"Feed me!"

"What are you, a shark?" The game was not assuming to me at all, but Hannah enjoyed it. That, I guess, is justice enough to make me look like an idiot.

"Yup." She giggled, "Nope get food for the Shark bite!" She climbed out of my lap, and tried to pull me other of the chair. I didn't move at first, and she pushed me toward the cook.

The Cook was a tall, dark man whose seemed to peer through your soul. It was something that you just got used to. He was missing an eye, and a few fingers and Hannah was often found watching him. He was a quiet guy, so any problems he had was never voiced.

Footsteps ran around above us, and everyone looked up at the rafters. Hannah's body bumped against my leg, and I saw out of the corner of my eye the Cook gave a hatchet from the wall. Gunshots began to grow, and the yells of the night crew began to reach us. Hannah's small arm grabbed my leg in fear.

Sam's slim body appeared in the doorway, out of breath and wild with Fear. "It's the navy. They are attacking…Captain wants all able-bodied men to the Guns and upper decks.