(A/N) Decided to give you all a couple of chappies. Crazy Pidgeown (I need a spellcheck!) Eve isn't dissing her mom, and by no means is Elizabeth typical, she just doesn't want Jon to control her...she has her own life to lead, and she doens't want to give it up. Oh my I am wrapping up the sixth installment and it is just so gosh darn cute. I can't wait for you too start reading the next fic, it is so much the bomb...I'm gonna cry...and the fifth one has such a HUGE plot twist your all gonna freak when you read it! I mean like wet your pants type FREAK! LOL! You know I love you all, it goes without saying...BTW Did anyone catch the pictures of Jack Sparrow on the net? My God so hott...yummyy...Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POTC!

By the time Jon woke up in the morning, Eve was already up and putting things away.

"Why didn't you wake me?" Jon asked her.

"Because I didn't need you." Eve then sat down and started to put her boots on. "You should hurry, I'm leaving soon."

Jon then put his hand on her shoulder, "You don't have to be this way." Eve shrugged his hand off and got up unsteadily, she almost fell over.

"Are you alright?" Jon asked alarmed.

"I'm leaving…" Eve then started walking. Jon quickly put on his boots and shirt and followed her.

"Eve would you wait!" He shouted. She turned around sharply.

"Would you shut up! We don't know who may be listening!" Eve then turned back around and continued walking. They walked for hours in silence, when Eve suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Jon asked her.

"Nothing, just feeling a bit sick, must be from the heat." Jon then opened the bag and pulled out the canteen of water.

"Here then, drink…" She took the canteen from him and drank from it. "Feeling better?"

"No…" Eve then turned around and threw up. Jon knelt down beside her and held her hair back.

"Maybe we should stop for the day…"

"No, we have to keep going." Eve then straightened herself out.

"Not if your sick like this." Jon looked at her skin, it was pale and clammy.

"I'll deal with it…" They kept on walking until they reached a small shack, silence still quieted them.

"We'll stop in here for the night." Jon announced. Eve nodded and both of them went inside. The inside of the 'shack' was small, but it had a bed, a small kitchen, table and chair, and a fireplace.

"I'll get some firewood…" Jon then went outside and quickly retuned with some wood.

"Do you want anything?" Eve offered, she was done with being angry with him, she was considering apologizing.

"What do you mean?" Jon said as he poked at the fire.

"To eat."

"Whatever you thinking of making is fine with me…" Eve then turned and looked in the cabinets, there was a bag of flour and a bag of sugar. She pulled out the bag and took the canteen and poured some water in the pan that was provided by Gillette. Eve then took the flour and sugar and mixed it in the pan until it was pasty and put it on the rack that was over the fire.

"It should be an hour or so…" Eve said as she sat down.

"Alright." Jon then headed for the door.

"Jon, wait…" Eve said suddenly. Slowly Jon turned around and looked at her. "I…am going to fill the canteens, for tomorrow."

"Ok…" Jon left with a slight slam to the door which startled her. Eve cursed herself for not saying anything, and went to the river that was at the back of the shack with the canteens, and bent down to fill them. Eve felt the urge to throw up again, so she turned her head away from the canteens and threw up…again.

"I'm a bloody mess." Eve then took a scoop of water and threw it in her face. She filled the canteens and went back inside. Once Eve stepped inside the door she smelt the bread and pulled it off the fire and placed it on the table. Eve was in no mood for eating so she pulled her boots off and climbed into bed.

Jon returned an hour later, after a long walk, and talk with himself. When he opened the door he saw the bread on the table and saw Eve sleeping in bed. Jon decided to skip eating and sat on the bed. Eve woke to his weight on the bed and sat up.

"Sorry if I woke you…" Jon said quietly.

"That's ok, I actually wanted to speak with you." Jon turned and looked at her with interest. "I'm sorry for the way I treated you today, you of all people don't deserve it."

"Why?"

"Because I love you. And I realize that everything in life is a compromise…"

"That's what I wanted to say to you. I wanted to tell you that the ship, the one that is being built…I want to give it to you, it's yours to Captain, as long as you are with me I don't care."

"Jon that's too much, how can you give that up?"

"Because I care more about you than a ship." Eve then reached up and touched his check, but her face changed quickly.

"I'm going to be sick…" Eve then ran out the door. Eve was outside throwing up again, the orange sky illuminated her honey colored hair. When Jon went outside he placed his hand on her back and held her hair.

"Are you alright?" Jon asked her.

"No. I feel sick all the time, and once in a while whatever I try and eat it, it doesn't stay down."

"How long have you felt this way?"

"Today is the worst. Nausea set in a few days ago." Jon then helped Eve up.

"Sit down in here…" Jon lead her to the kitchen table and seated her. Jon then began to rummage through the cabinets.

"What are you looking for?" Eve asked.

"Tea, I thought I saw some…Here it is…" Jon then took a pot filled it with water and put it over the fire. Jon then sat down across from Eve.

"Thank you…"

"Did you eat anything to make you this sick?" Jon asked.

"No, all we ate on the ship was bread and water…that's all that's in the bag…I haven't had anything to make me this sick…"

"Then what could it be…" Jon and Eve thought for a while. When Eve let out a small gasp Jon looked up at her. "What is it?"

"Oh no…" Eve then brought her hand to her forehead and massaged it. "We would have to…"

"Have to what?" Jon asked having no clue what she was mumbling about.

"Have to make sure…" Eve then looked Jon in the eyes. "Make sure if I'm with child…" Jon sat back startled, as did Eve, not believing the words she had just spoken.

"Ok…how do we do that?" Jon was nervous.

"Wait until we get into town…I'll see a physician, then we'll know for sure…" Eve was rubbing her wrists.

"Maybe you should skip the tea and get some rest…" Jon said as he took her hand.

"Maybe…" Eve then stood up and got into bed. Jon took the kettle from the fire and slipped into the bed with Eve, and put his arm around her.

(A/N) There is a moral lesson to be learned here kiddies, it only takes one rumble in the sheets to screw things up! That was my public service announcement of the day...anyway...uh-oh...and continue reading!