(A/N) Ok, I am posting the rest of this story today! Five chappies! I am so sorry, I promised it to be done Monday, but the stupid computer that I have wouldn't let me stay online long enough! Please Enjoy, and note that the fifth installment of this saga, will be up sometime this week...I'll let you know the title at the last chapter. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POTC!

"Eve!" James called her name as he ran after her. He caught her on the stairs and pulled her back. "You can't leave me…" He squeezed the back of her neck hard.

"Your hurting me…" Eve struggled. His grip eventually loosened, and Eve got up and bolted into the kitchen. This time when James grabbed her, he wasn't letting go. James grabbed her arm and threw her on top of the table and slapped her. He then put his hands around her neck and squeezed. Eve struggled and kicked until, from the amount of weight, the table buckled and they fell to the floor.

Both were in a daze, and Eve felt the brunt of it. She was in a world of pain, her back had hit the ground hard, and with James falling on top of her, she had added pressure. Eve's abdomen burned with pain, and when she reached down and looked at her hand in was covered with blood. James got up and yanked her to her feet and marched her out to the backyard. "Why can't you just go with me?" James shouted as she doubled over in pain.

"I am not yours."

"You can be, if you just say the words." Eve knew he was going to kill her, and she needed to think fast. Eve slowly got up to her feet.

"I'll go with you…I just need my bag…" Eve needed to get back in the house, she had an advantage in that house.

"Right." James then hooked his arm in hers and helped her into the house. As they passed the kitchen she saw the kitchen knife and eyed it. Making a quick move she reached over grabbed it and stuck it in his chest and ran out the back door.

Eve ran, but was caught once again by James. "Why won't you die!" Eve cried as he crawled up to her, his pistol in his hand.

"Because of you…" Blood was coming from his mouth, and he held the knife in his hand, the one Eve plunged into his chest. Eve and James fought for the pistol, fought until a shot was fired.

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"So what did you say this time?" Jack said to Jon, annoyed at his son's naïve insight.

"I didn't say anything, I left."

"You're a bloody moron! So your going to let her leave? She is bringing your child into this world in a few weeks, and knowing she could go into labor at any moment, you still let her leave! You're a bloody idiot!" Jack said. "All that girl did was grieve for you, and even though she felt like collapsing, she remained strong for your child, because she said that's the way you knew her, a strong woman. And this is what you do for her!"

"I almost died because of him!"

"Who cares! You didn't die, and that's what she is trying to get through your thick skull! I hate to break it to you, but she almost died too, and you don't see her hell bent on revenge!"

"It's not the same…"

"Your right, she is caring a life inside her, and she is thinking like a mother, you aren't, you are acting like a buffoon…"

"I'm the father!"

"Who cares! If you keep acting this way…I'm sorry son, you don't deserve her." Jon then thought for a while.

"I'm crazy…" Jon said to himself.

"Now your thinking, now go to her!" Jack then smacked Jon in his head.

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Eve tossed James's body off her and rolled to her side. Eve felt something, something very wrong, reaching down, she pulled the knife from her the side of her stomach, and screamed in pain. Eve tried to get up, but doing so was painful, so she took a deep breath and struggled to get up, but did. Eve went to the side of the house, pain and blood covered her body, until Eve couldn't take it anymore, until the pain had reached threshold, Eve collapsed on the side lawn, letting the pain take her, letting go.

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Jon walked up to the house slowly, and hoped Eve was still there. Jon was thinking of the things he would say, imagining what she would say, which probably wasn't very good. Opening the front door, he started to head up the stairs to the bedroom, but stopped when he noticed something on one of the steps. Reaching his fingers to the substance, and bringing his fingers to his eyes, he saw it was blood. Jon quickly ran upstairs to find the bags still in the bedroom, but Eve was no where to be found.

Jon ran down the stairs into the kitchen where he stopped. The table was broken, and blood was everywhere on the table. Jon looked around the kitchen and saw the blood trailing off outside. Jon slowly opened the back door and saw a body on the grass. He ran to it and flipped the body over, to discover it was James Barbossa, dead. Beside his body lay a gun and a few feet away was a knife, both saturated in blood. Jon quietly looked around, and together the pieces formed in his mind. Jon quickly got up and ran to the side of the house, where he saw Eve laying in the grass not moving…barely breathing.

"Eve!" Jon kneeled beside her trying to wake her. There was so much blood, he couldn't tell if any of it was hers…

"God…" Jon saw the blood flow from between her legs, and knew something was wrong with the baby. "What am I going to do?" Jon whispered to himself. Moving Eve would be a risk, because he didn't know what had happened, and if he waited for help she may die. Jon had to make the hardest decision of his life, his wife or his child, so he picked Eve up and carried her into the city, to the nearest doctor.

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Will walked up to the house, Elizabeth behind him, ready to welcome their grandchild into the world, but all they saw was blood, and knew what they saw was not good, what they saw would break Eve, it would break her down, until their was nothing left.

(A/N) Your all probably wondering, what the hell happened to Barbossa? Well, that will be discussed in the next story...I swear it! We will begin to understand everything! I swear I leave no stone unturned!