Yold ya Id be back...come on, we all know you were worried I'd leave ya hanging there. So, to confirm your worries...I am. KIDDING. On to the next chappy, but not without my tea.

Chapter thirteen: Davey Jones' Locker.

(Back to first person...a week later.)

I stood on the balcony watching the passers-by. Jack was out at the docks trying to get a small scooner for some reason. Liz was in her room, like always, and Will was asserting himself by making a sword an hour. Swann was busy with his things, and the crew was taking the Pearl out for a small run.

Everyone was doing something...except me.

The end of summer was coming soon. Instead of humitity we would have rain and cool breezes. I rather enjoyed that.

"You better come out soon." I grumbled to my stomach. That was the reason why I Jack wouldn't let me walk around outside by myself...

I herd the door open in the room but didn't turn around.

"Jack, can we go out sailing today?" I asked the sky. But instead of Jack answering my question...it was Faith.

"Hello sister." She said smoothly. I turned around sharply, looking for anything I could hurt her with if need be.

"How did you get in here?" I asked, spotting Jack's sword but it was a bit out of reach. I walked into the room.

"Oh, butler let me in." She waved her hand flippantly. "So, your husband isn't here to help, or save you. What will the pregnant whore do?" She cried out in mock sympathy.

"Why do you hate me?"

"Because...but it would take a lifetime to say why." She drew a dagger from her belt.

"Think before you do this." I said slowly. "If you lose your innocence, you lose your soul."

"What about you? Your going to hell a million times over." She walked a step closer brandishing her dagger.

"Oh please. Last time you did that, Faith, I cut you up." She glared at me, clearly remembering that embarrassing encounter.

"Yes, but you were not pregnant, and Klyde was there if anything got out of hand." She advanced little by little. I sighed and rolled my eyes, as if bored(a/n: Like Barbossa in the movie when the curse didnt work and the pirates were wondering if it did.). I backed a ways up and kicked the nightstand. She stopped for a moment, not sure what to think. It was enough time for me. I reached under the mattress and pulled out the spare pistol.

"Your going to kill your own sister?" She cried out when the barrel was pointed in her face.

"You were going to do the same thing." I said.

"But, thats not fair. I only have a dagger!"

"Pirate." I said simply. She shook her head. Thank god Will walked in at that very moment.

"Shit." She said under her breath. Will looked at me, then her, then me, then her again.

"What the hell?" Was all he said. Faith ran towards me and tackled me to the ground, dagger only inches away from my neck, her weight crushing me.

"Ok, woman...Off ye go." Will picked her up and threw her across the room. She landed on a trunk, shattering it. I scrambled up and pointed the pistol at her. She was about to cry out when I fired it.

...x...

"You killed your own sister!" Jack shouted at me as the maids were cleaning up the mess.

"Jack, stop. I dont feel like this right now. She would have killed me...and the baby, if I hadn't have stopped her."

"But you just met up with her!" I gave him a hard look.

"Whos side are you on, exactly?" Elizabeth cut in. She stood besides me.

"Well its just...geesh. I didnt know you could..." He stopped knowing whatever he said would get him in toruble. "Wow."

"Whatever. Im going to take a bath." I stomped out of the room.

The thing was...I felt terrible about killing her. I did the right thing...Right? I mean...she would have killed me and my baby...Right? Or was she just full of empty threats and I was just a heartless bitch? I sat in the water, trying not to become overrun with guilt. Trying was the key word here. I slammed my hand into the water making a loud smack noise. Water splashed everywhere and the dropletts dripped down my face. There was a nock on the door.

"Are you alright?" Jack called in from the other side.

"Yes."

"What was that noise?"

"I dropped a bottle of sweet oils in the tub, it was quite big." The door opened.

"You are really a terrible lier." He said, and sat on the little couch that was in the bathroom.

"Your point being...?"

"Give it up." I sighed. "Whats really wrong?"

"I dunno." I mumbled.

"Whats that? What say you madam?" I shook my head. "Speak up!"

"Why are you raving at me?" I screamed back.

"Because...there is a right way to go about things...and you went the wrong way!"

"Who said there is a right and wrong way! We are bloody pirates, Jack! Its only what you can, and can't do! None of this bullshit about how to act, and being all moral. When did you turn soft?" I demanded.

"When I met you." He said forcefully. I blinked. "Dont make me turn into a rock again." I glared at him.

"You still act like a rock."

"Only on Tuesdays." He said matter-o-factly. I put my finger to my chin.

"Today is Friday."

"Ooop." I laughed a bit.

"There. Now, finish your bath. We are moving to a new room, and Klyde has been chittering at me all damn day. I want to go to bed, and you need your rest." I rolled my eyes again.

"Yes dad."

"Hey. I would never want to be your dad." I opened my mouth to ask if that was a dig at my father but he continued. "BECAUSE. Then I wouldn't be able to do this..." He bent down and kissed me deeply. I wrapped my arms about his neck.

"Your soooo right." I wispered into his ear.

...X...

(Four months later. I decided to speed it up a bit.)

"Jack!" I yelled. It was the middle of the night and I just had my first contraction.

"What?" He grumbled at me, rolling over.

"Jack...go get the midwife, or I will wring you dry!" I gasped out as the next contraction hit.

"Oh blazes!" He jumped out of bed and was out the door before he rememberd he didnt have any pants on. He ran back in and struggled with them back out the door. He sounded like a stampeade of elephants going down the stairs, and slammed the door so loud it shook the house. I groaned.

"Mrs.?" A maid asked me, coming into the room and lighting a lantern.

"Please, go get Miss. Elizabeth." I gasped out. She nodded and ran out. Five minutes later Elizabeth was running in, her hair loose and face pale.

"Are you ok?" She asked in a wisper. I nodded. She gave me a weak smile. I couldnt help but feel sorry for her. She had lost her baby, and here I was having one right in front of her face.

(Ok, so I really dont want to write about the birth...because well, its just a birth. There is nothing unique about pushing a peice of flesh through your loins.)

"Hes beautiful." I breathed as the midwife put my son in my arms. Jack sat on the bed with me and just stared at him. Elizabeth was being efficiant and mopped up the sweat from my brow.

"We need to name him." I told Jack.

"How about...David?" He said, and played with a bit of the babys black hair.

"I like that. David Jones Sparrow. It has a nice ring to it." David looked at me, as if knowing I was his mother, and let out a small "Coo". Jack laughed.

"Hey boy! Thats me wife. I come first." I punched him with my spare hand. "Kidding! Kidding!" He held up his arms.

"Here, hold him." I demanded and passed David over. Jack sat there, captivated by this little tiny thing. The midwife slipped out of the room after being payed by Elizabeth. Soon Liz went too. It was just me, Jack, and David. We layed there for hours, staring at the most magnificant face in humanity. We feel alseep in each others arms.

((((((DONE!))))))...((((((With this chapter that is)))))))

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town

Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.

You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.

And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.

No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking

Racing around to come up behind you again.

The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,

Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.

Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines

Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way

The time is gone, the song is over,

Thought I'd something more to say.