Editing note: It seems as if this part of the story has been changed/censored.. I don't know what, but when Will and Jack start talking about Will's mother, parts are missing and it gets sort of confusing. Just ignore it. I think in the movie, Will talks about living with his mother in London anyway, so just go along with it. Thanks! S.v.

Will reached down and pulled Jack up from his drowsy state. "Come on, Captain," he muttered, "you know not to sleep on the deck."

"Will?" Jack yawned, rubbing the back of his neck. Will smiled in relief, nodding.

"Yes, Captain, Will."

"Are we any closer to the Pearl?" Jack asked in all earnest. The younger pirate shook his head glumly. Jack nodded and sighed. "But gaining, lad, always gaining."

"Do you know what just happened?" Will asked. Jack stood, stretched his back, and inspected the rigging in the darkness above him from his angle.

"What?"

"No," Will repeated, "do you know what just happened? You…you were upset." Jack faced him and smiled, shaking his arms a bit.

"Upset? Don't be upset, Turner, we're going to find your boy and my Pearl, and then we'll all have some rum at Elizabeth's place," Jack reassured with a hefty pat on Will's shoulder. "Except for Li'l Jack," he added after a brief pause. "He shan't take after dear Sparrow so quickly."

"No," Will sighed, shaking his head, "what I meant was…" His voice trailed as the captain's attention faded. "Jack, who is Genevieve?" Jack turned to face Will from his place by the main mast in a slight soberness.

"Who?"

"Genevieve," Will echoed. Jack began to fiddle with his own thumbs.

"Genny…" he breathed.

"Yes."

"Yes, Genny," Jack continued, catching Will's timid eye. "I didn't think you'd ever ask about her."

"You called Elizabeth…"

"She was your mother." Will stopped, his breath taken. His mother? He'd never given much thought to the idea that Jack might have known her. His eyes narrowed slightly—suddenly he wanted to know everything about her.

"My mother?"

"Genevieve May…Turner. One…one of the most kind-hearted, incredibly lovely…" Will listened in complete disbelief as the captain continued in a completely different light, but not so upsetting as the one he had just witnessed. Jack even smiled, a dreamy air about him. "No, lad, she was an angel among us, nothing short of a miracle to your father…the most honestly wonderful prostitute I ever knew."

"A prostitute?" William stuttered. Jack nodded, skipping to the helm.

"An excellent one at that."

"You've got to be joking," Will winced, holding his head.

"No," Jack chuckled, "she was excellent." Will moaned and shook his head, striding towards the broken cabin door. He pounded on the old wood, trying to jar it open.

"Elizabeth?"

"Go away!"

"Elizabeth," Will sighed, leaning against it, "please, don't do this."

"You've said enough!" She was crying, which made Will feel worse than the disgusted mood he was already in by seeing her so hurt at his own selfish mistake.

"Darling, please…"

"I need off this wretched ship!"

"Eliz—" Will grunted, shoving his foot into the door. It snapped from the hinges. William staggered forward over the heavy wood to find his beloved wife staring at him through blurry, wet eyes and a quivering lip. His shoulders dropped as he slowly lowered next to her on the old, flat cot. There was an odd silence while she sniffed and wrapped her hands in the blanket still around her. "I hate to see you like this," he finally confessed.

"Then why do you…" Her expression began to change to tears once again, and he reached to stroke her stained cheek. "Why do you do things like this?"

"Because every moment you've been here, I've been fearing for your life. Forgive me for my madness, but Elizabeth, if you…" He hesitated as she slowly looked up at him. "If anything ever happened to you…"

"I can't be alone when my baby…my son Jack is without me and with those filthy pirates…"

"And I can't do anything to help him," Will finished, pulling her into his arms. She sobbed to his shoulder as he held her close in the cold.

"Why can't I be his mother," she mumbled, "why can't I be your wife?"

"Darling, every day I've spent with you has been better than the one before, and the first time…the first time I ever saw you as my wife was the beginning of some sweet dream I have yet to leave." At this reassurance, Elizabeth was able to face him in his embrace. "How ever many nights ago when I brought you back to your father, you might have thought I was rescuing you, but Elizabeth, you rescued me! My life is with you…and John Michael…not the sea."

"Do what you must to be happy," she replied softly. "I love you, but I won't keep you."

"You can't keep what you already have as yours," he whispered, drawing her into a promising kiss. Before the reaction was fashioned, a soft knock tapped on the door frame. Elizabeth blushed, hiding beneath her blanket.

"Didn't mean to intrude," Jack explained with a slight distaste. Will cleared his throat and stood. "There's a light on the far port side."

"A light?" Elizabeth asked.

"Firelight, love," the captain answered over his shoulder. "The kind that ships hold."