A/N: Long time no see! Well, school has started for me, and I will be posting more slowly than before, though not as slowly as when I went on vacation (one month is way too long) But don't worry, because I have great plans for this story and am not going to quit writing it anytime soon. I am experiencing a bit of writers block, so this chapter is here as a break from the Incas, Miriam and André.

Smithy: Thanks for helping with the time, I was hoping that is wasn't in the 18th century or anything because of the little problem with the Incas. I think that your need for information on the Turners will be satisfied, if even just a little in this chapter, enjoy!

Rose of Shade: I wonder if you changed your name yet, or if I am doing this right…um…lol! Inca mummies, that is a good idea, I should include them in this somewhere, even if just a mention. Hope you like this chapter, it is all about Jack, so it's bound to be interesting :)

Mysterious-muse: I am glad that you like the poetic words, I though it went along with the whole death theme of the chapter, you know, kind of like a final ode to Anahuarque. You have to keep writing you're stories, I was re-reading both of them yesterday and can't wait for more! I know it is hard with school, but don't forget them!

Vampirehelsing: Yes, it was very sad. I kind of liked Anahuarque, she was not like Chic'ya and in a way respected the slaves. It was sad that she committed suicide. I was reading your story, Ice Statue, and it is really good. I especially like the first chapter, it is very poetic and sorrowful. Very sad, just like my last chapter.

Jopie1904: Thank you so much for your reviews, they mean a lot to me. I completely agree with you; Miriam does have her mother's temper. I know that you are curious about our dying Will and Elizabeth, hopefully this chapter will satisfy some of that curiousity. I really like your story, and I can't wait to see what is going to happen when Nathan learns that Lynn is pregnant! But Jack will protect her…right? Keep writing, it is awesome!

Mistress of the Pearl: YAY, new reviewer, now, please don't abandon me (I know, I am pretty pathetic, but I love my reviews :) We don't know what happened to Chris, last time we saw him, he was unconscious with a deadly fever at the slave market, so we are assuming he died…but, you never know ;) Moonstone is not really her name, more like her nick name, no one knows what her real name is, and since she is so uncaring about family, she probably doesn't either. Enjoy this chapter and please tell me what you think!

Scarlet-rebELLE: I completely agree with you; André is absolutely an amazingly hott name. Have you seen 'Timeline' the movie (it is also a book)? Gerard Butler is so hott and handsome in that movie, he is, by the way, André Marek. That is were I got the name, If you haven't seen that movie, defiantly do so, it is my fav, and really good!

Disclaimer: If I owned Pirates of the Caribbean, I won't be writing this. Use your common sense.

Chapter XIII: Oceana

The red sun disappeared beyond the horizon, letting the sky darken with night. Small lights of fires and life played and danced on the approaching island rebellious against the shadowy cloak of the night. They dueled with the scintillating of the white diamond stars and the pale face of the smiling moon. The Black Pearl broke through the violet tinted water, its dark hull parting the waves of the restless sea to make way for the bulk of the large ship. Sails were being raised, and the commotion on board increased as the flaming lights drew nearer with each lulling pull of the waters beneath.

Jack stood of the helm, his callused hands roaming softly over the smooth caressed wood of the wheel. He had left Will and Elizabeth. The doctors now struggled with both dwindling lives. Will's fever had grown to an alarming height, as he whispered his wife's name softly in his delirium. Elizabeth didn't wake from her hoarse screams in her early labor, her voice fading to a murmur as her throat bleed from the tension. The doctors had thrown Jack out, demanded he return in a week with a simple list of ingredients. They had grown tired of having him burst into the chambers of the sick unexpected and refused to have him around anymore. The ingredients had been simple; most were stored in the stores of the Pearl, but now, with days left to spare he had decided upon something he should have done long ago.

"Tortuga," a soft voice broke through Jack's thoughts, bringing him back to look upon Anamaria's grim face.

Jack nodded, acknowledging the presence of his first mate, "Aye."

"Why now Jack? Why, after all these years?" Anamaria asked kindly.

Jack didn't answer, his face impassive though his eyes betrayed the fear and determination he felt. Anamaria pursed her lips with discontent, but didn't press the matter as she left; giving orders to drop the anchor as they neared the roaring port of the sinful island. Jack felt his grip tighten on the wheel as he though of Will's last coherent words: Promise me Jack, tell them that mother and father loved them, very much, and that we are proud of whatever they will become. Jack stared at the fires, his eyes chocolate eyes narrowed, converting them into dark lines of black kohl. His mind focused on a pair of intense lagoon blue eyes that time had fogged with mist.

o o o

Men kicked each other in the streets, drunk with the rum that wet the mud beneath them. The flickering firelight of the taverns illuminated the streets, luring customers towards the release they would find in a mug of rum and ale. Women paraded the alleys, their scantily clad bodies insinuating what men would get for a few meager coins. The clicking of money on counters reverberated across the town, joined as men and women alike drowned in drink or discretely paid their share for a desirable night. Games of chance were played in the flooded wood of the port. The winner walking away cheerfully, only to find themselves bleeding deeply; an iron bullet embedded in their dead backs. Death and sin rolled in masses into the ground, tumbling heavily into the underworld as the cries and jeers continued drunkenly above the surface.

Jack gave the night off to his men, knowing fully well they adored this town like no other. Knowing they relished its smells and tastes. Just like he once had savored the mud streets, the ample women and the constant flowing of the drink. He carefully sidestepped a brawl, putting his hands together, as if in prayer, in apology as he knocked them over into a shrieking woman. The men paid no attention as they diverted their attention to a barrel of rum nearby. Jack continued on his way, his drunken swagger blending him in with the scent of rum around him. He hadn't stepped these streets in 11 years; the thoughts and memories driving him away from the haunted alleys. His crew hadn't protested; they too had loved the little boy that ran around the deck, agilely climbed the ropes and dived into the sea shrieking in delight.

His leather boots dug into the mud as he halted, his chocolate brown eyes passing quickly over the sign that hung, creaking softly in the salty wind. The noises of the brawl sounded dim from faraway, as if muted by a dense fog. The building stood imposing among its twins around its frame. Soft yellow light pooled into the street, making the mud glisten slightly in reflection. Shadows moved across the dimly lit windows, specters in the dark, silent night that enveloped the dwelling.

Gently, he pushed on the dark wood door. The lobby was dark only a single light by the tired owner sprawled on the counter illuminated the room, creating shadows on the wall. Jack swagger to the man, awkwardly patting him to jerk him awake. The owner opened his eyes sleepily, but upon seeing Jack, his face lost all trace of sleep as he rummaged through a drawer for a quill.

"I don't want a room," Jack said, his dark eyes narrowing in though as he leaned on the counter.

The owner paused his search to look up at Jack, confused, "Then what will it be?"

"Where to find her," Jack stated, pointing to a scribbled name on a small piece of parchment he had taken out of his pocket.

The owner looked over it quickly, then nodding wagged his finger up the stairs, "Third door to the right…and I'd be cautious if I were you, she isn't one for visitors."

Plopping a coin down on the counter, Jack rushed up the stairs and quickly found himself facing the door he had been looking for, he nervously caressed the two braids that hung from his chin. Sighing he pushed open the door. The second his leather boot collided with the floor beneath him, an icy cold blade came to rest menacingly at his throat.

"Why, if it isn't Jack Sparrow. I though I had seen the last of you," a soft voice taunted in his ear.

"CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow," Jack corrected automatically, then, he grinned at the woman that held the blade to his neck, "No one ever sees the last of Captain Jack Sparrow, Oceana."

The woman growled, pressing the blade more forcefully, "That is CAPTAIN Oceana Taylor to you."

"Actually, I heard yer boat…ship, went down with a nasty gale…lost all yer crew but survived three days floating on yer back before two dolphins brought ye to shore," Jack stated, pushing the blade away from him with his finger tip. The woman brought down her curved sword, tilting her head back to laugh heartily.

"You haven't changed," she smirked, looking him over. Jack grinned and took the opportunity to return the compliment. Oceana was a tall, strong woman, her tan skin matching his own. Her coal black hair fell in silky cascades over her shoulders, glinting blue in the moonlight that shone through the window. Her straight features made her exotically beautiful. The hem of her long, blue, bohemian skirt brushed the ground lightly as she moved. Her belt was strong, and made of leather, hidden partly behind a shawl she had wrapped around her waist loosely. The white blouse she wore was open slightly at the top, but failed to show much. But, for all her beauty, it was her intense turquoise eyes that drew men towards her.

"Ye haven't either, luv," Jack commented, feeling more at ease without a blade at his throat.

The laugher faded from the air to be replaced by a soft hiss, "Don't call me luv, Jack, you threw that chance away long ago."

Jack held up his hands in surrender, "Promise I won't offend ye, savvy?"

Oceana narrowed her striking blue eyes, "You better not, Sparrow, I could kill you any moment that it becomes my whim to see you on the floor, the life sucked out of you forever. Don't bother fighting back; you know that I excel beyond you with the sword…but you would be death before you even went to your sword, there are other ways to die."

Jack shifted uncomfortably. He knew she hadn't lied. Oceana was the daughter of gypsies, and consequently knew how to brew many potions and venoms. The threat hung in the air for a few moments before Jack grinned at her, wrapping his arm around her small shoulders, "Then I wouldn't want to be doing that, wouldn't I?"

Oceana's sensuous red lips parted into a smile as she broke herself free of his grip to sit upon her bed, "Make yourself comfortable, Sparrow, and please, do tell me what you came for, because I have business to attend to."

Jack raised an eyebrow as he sat down on a small chair, "Business?"

Oceana paid no heed to his suggestive tone of voice, "I am no whore, Jack. There is no need for me to sell my body to scum like you. This city has many other ways to gain myself a bag of gold."

Jack didn't give up so easily, "Which of the many ways would ye be pertaining to?"

Oceana leaned back on the wooded head of her bed, inspecting her nails idly, "Do you really want to find out, Sparrow? I am sure we could arrange for something to slip into your drink unnoticed."

Jack furrowed his brow in disapproval. Oceana was paid to commit murder. She hadn't changed since their days together; back then she had been as unconscious of human life as now.

"If you are quite done with your interrogation, we could move on, I don't have all night."

Jack coughed, speaking only one word to the icy woman in front of him, "André."

The tension in the small room changed as Oceana paled visibly, her features hearing the loss and urgency in Jack's voice. Her eyes lost their glint as they turned on Jack, full of anger, pain and love.

"Where is my son?" she whispered, her wispy voice invading the smallest corners of the chamber.

Jack's eyes were pained as he spoke, "He has been captured by slave dealers."

Oceana opened her mouth in horror, her face twisting into a mask of pain and suffering. Her body heaved slightly as she let out a dry sob escape her lips. Jack silently stood up, approaching the bed wearily. Oceana slowly raised her hand to her eyes as tears began to flow freely. She was silent as she tried to control her uneven breathing, but her sobs came out either way. Gently, Jack wrapped his arms around her; hold her close to him, caressing her smooth, black hair. After a few moments, Oceana wrenched herself free of his comforting arms, her eyes sparkling with anger and hate.

"You took my son away from me, you lost him, and now he might be dead," she hissed, rising slowly and dangerously from her bed. The tears had stained glistening lines down her cheeks but she ignored then.

Jack did not rise to the challenge, "He's our son, luv."

Oceana's eyes narrowed, glowing in the poor light, "He's my son, you gave him up when you lost me. He hates you."

Jack flinched at her last words. Regaining his composure he drawled, "Aye, I have noticed that he is running away from my efforts to catch him and make him see that I love him. But what you seem not to understand fully it that I love him, Oceana, more than I have ever felt I could love someone. If he would kill me, I would die a happy death."

Oceana's eyes lost their anger as she nodded in understanding. The room fell silent as neither spoke, remembering their son.

"I saw him a few months ago," Jack ventured.

Oceana looked up sharply, her eyes full of hope, "How was he? Has he grown?"

Jack couldn't help smiling as the woman's cool defenses gave away, her need to hear of her son greater than her life, "I was looking for him, I have ever since he ran away from us, pushing both of his parents into the dark. It was a fine day, the winds were favorable and the waves small. We came across a ship, a pirate ship like our own and decided to exchange greetings. It was a calm and peaceful day and neither of us could afford to break the serene tranquility that had fallen over the sea. The captain came aboard our ship, while our crews mingled to trade tales of their ventures. I was still in the brig, arranging for some rum to be brought up. But Gibbs talk to the captain, and all the captain did talk about was his first mate. The first mate that had a heart of gold, the first mate that was more agile in battle than all of his men combined, the first mate that oddly forsook the company of women in his bed, though he did woo them. When I came up, the captain almost had a heart attack. He looked at me very strangely before he asked one of his men to get his first mate for him. It was André; André was the first mate. You can imagine everyone when we stood there, analyzing each other. He's grown, luv, same height as me, same build, same face, same hair, but darker like yers. He's practically my twin…in younger. But he has yer blue eyes, Oceana, those blue eyes of yers. They are the same as yers, those intense blue turquoise eyes. Took one look at me and spit at my feet. I couldn't say anything, but I didn't mind the action, hell, he could spit on my face and I wouldn't care! Then he drew his sword, threatened me, told me to finish my job, apparently though I was going to kill him. So I handed my sword to Gibbs, but André say it as a draw and he raised his sword in warning. They left. The captain took his first mate, my son and left. Figured that what we had was better left for land than a ship. I tried chasing the ship, but they fired their cannons, they didn't want me to even some near 'em."

Oceana's face cringed in sadness as she turned her eyes to the floor, "Why?"

Jack looked at the woman that was now in his arms, "I don't know, luv, but I want him to know that we love him."

Oceana stood up, her skirt swishing mutely on the wood boards. She paced the room, her arms folded over her chest. After a while she turned sharply to Jack, her eyes once more cold like the icy wind of the North.

"Why did you come?"

"Because I have learned something, luv. I cannot live without ye. Yer eyes are constantly plaguing me. I cannot live without our son, his eyes, yer eyes, they glare at me whenever I close my eyes. I haven't taken a single woman to my bed after ye."

Oceana didn't move, her eyes showing fear, "What the hell is that suppose to mean?"

"I luv ye."

Oceana's eyes got very wide, and her mouth opened in a silent 'oh'. Jack walked across the room and moved to take her into his arms. Oceana slapped his hands away.

"Don't touch me," but her voice wavered.

"Luv, I have learned that if I die, I will die a sad and miserable man without ye," Jack pressed, trying once again to wrap his arms around her shaking shoulders.

Oceana slapped his arms away once more, her voice growing to alarming heights, "Bloody hell, Jack, I told you; don't touch me!"

Sighing Jack lowered himself to the ground on one knee in front of Oceana, and gently took out a small silver ring decorated with a large sapphire from his pocket. He fingered it as Oceana's breathing grew labored.

"I always though this stone matched yer eyes; that's why I had to find it once that bastard, Barbossa, took it from me," his eyes traveled up into the woman's frightened eyes, "Captain Oceana Taylor, will ye marry me, and become Captain Oceana Sparrow?"

For a second, Oceana swooned at his words, her eyes closing as she attempted to stabilize herself on the desk beside her. She quickly passed a hand over her eyes and concentrated on the sparkling gem in front of her. Once she took the hand off of her eyes, they were once again unreadable, her face passive and her body in complete control.

"I get 50 of your plunder," she snapped, a smirk slowly spreading on her flawless face.

Jack stood from the floor, his golden teeth flashing as he grinned in response, "25."

"75," countered Oceana, laughing now.

Jack enveloped her in a tight embrace, his deft fingers running down her back, "We'll leave it at 100 and it's a deal."

"And what will you give to our son, after we free him from slavery I am sure he is going to want some gold," Oceana teased, running her fingers tenderly down Jack's cheek.

Jack groaned, "God woman, I'm going to go bankrupt with ye! This ring already cost enough."

Oceana admired the ring on her finger from inside Jack's embrace, "Then I'll keep it, I always liked precious stones."

Jack let out an outraged cry, "Ye were going to sell it?"

Oceana flashed him a sly grin, "I saw it in your pocket when you came in…let's just say that once you had finished with your drink, you wouldn't need it anymore. Now I am happy you spoke up soon enough, it would have been a pity to kill you."

Jack let out a chuckle, "I'm going to keep an eye on ye, Mrs. Sparrow."

"All you need to do is keep an eye on your tongue, because if you ever call me Mrs. Sparrow again, I would watch what you drink," Oceana glared at him momentarily.

Jack smiled, "I like a challenge."

Then, before Oceana could answer he covered her lips with his and enveloped her in a passionate kiss.

A/N: Yes, a very heartwarming chapter; André's parents finally get married. Seriously, with a pirate for a father and a murdering gypsy for a mother, I am really surprised on how André turned out. Okay, now I am opening myself up to questions. When you review this chapter I want you to ask every question that you have about André's parents. Go ahead and review like crazy, after school started last Wednesday I need those reviews to feel better :) Thanks guys!