Epilogue
Jack watched with a somewhat wry smile on his face. Mack was playing around on the floor with the Tuner's dog, Jibe, almost like a child. Occasionally she would be attacked by Billy, or given something by Isa. She was so much more happier looking, and Jack thought he knew the reason why.
Sure, they were still looking for Jerome. They had managed to escape the Governors watchful eye, and the dinner was actually quite well. Yes, Mack was still clueless as to who her mother really was; questions were still unanswered. But a new hope sprung into her shining eyes. She had Jack. She always had him, but now it was certain. The ring on hr finger proved that. Maybe they would have an actual wedding in a chapel, but they decided it could wait until they didn't have a quest to finish, and a score to settle.
Elizabeth walked into the drawing room, eyes wide at the scene of mayhem before her; Wyeth fussing in her arms. Without a word, Mack reached up and took him from the other woman's arms, and he instantly quieted down.
Jack shook his head ever so slightly, at the mothering way Mack bobbed the baby back and forth humming a tune her mother always hummed her. He was getting big, she thought.
It was such a domesticated scene. The small fire off to the side, the children practically swarming at their feet, and happiness filling their hearts.
Mack gave the now quiet baby back to Elizabeth and made to get up, but she was captured by Jack, and pulled onto his lap.
"I think we should leave tomorrow," He said, in a low voice so the older children did not hear, and protest. Mack twisted her face around to frown at him.
"I don't want to.." She said, almost child-like, then cracked a smile.
"What am I gunna do with you?" Jack asked, rolling his eyes, and then looking heavenward piously.
"Keep me," Mack sighed, leaning against his chest.
"Yeah, I think I'll keep you around. Keep you locked up in my cabin, so no pirate sees you and wants you for yourself,"
Mack laughed, and the children ran out of the room, screaming because they heard Will walk through the front door.
"Captive beauty," Jack whispered into her ear. "My Irish rose,"
END.
(A/n: ok...as you can see, I left it seriously hanging open. Once I finish with my others, I will try to write a sequel..and I have a few ideas. So, tootle pip!)