A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed, it was so exciting to read them all. This is my first Fan Fiction piece, and I wasn't sure about how it would go. Thanks so much, I can't believe that I got reviews so fast!

Thanks to:

Shalafi: Thanks, I am proud of it, and I'll write more

MeraSparrow: I'm glad you liked it, I thought it was important to show how attached he was. It wouldn't be much of a plot if Elizabeth wanted her daughter back and he was all 'great take her.'

Ogreatrandom: Yeah I love Will too, but he had to die (that sounds a bit evil, doesn't it? Lol) The only reason I update so fast is because I'm on holidays in Australia and it's scorching hot over here right now. Since I don't have a pool the best thing I could think of to do was to sit here and write, because when you write you get so wrapped up in the story and forget the weather. (Either that or it's just cooler coz the ceiling fans in the office)

And thanks to everyone who read it and didn't write a review, I hoped you liked it!

Jack sat on the boat's edge, waiting for Meg to come up. He gazed out to sea, taking time to feel sorry for himself.

"Well, Da?"

Jack looked at Meg. True, her clothes where clean, and hair was brushed out as well as could be expected for someone who hadn't done any more then run a comb through it for the last twelve years. The bangles where gone, but…

"It'll do." Jack said roughly, staring back out to sea.

"Where are we goin', Da?" Meg asked quietly, walking up to Jack and leaning on him softly.

What came next was very unexpected. Jack pulled her closer to him, and hugged her tightly. After a few seconds, Meg put her arms around Jack too.

Anna Maria looked over from steering the boat and grabbed the wheel for support. She had never seen Jack hug anyone with that passion before…

Mr Gibbs walked over to her, and followed her gaze.

"Bloody hell." He muttered. "We'll be lucky if he doesn't jump off the boat after this."

Anna Maria nodded in agreement, and then looked away hastily in fear of getting caught staring.

"What's wrong?" Meg asked Jack, her eyes and voice full of concern.

Jack broke away from the embrace and held her by her upper arms. "I want you to remember something, Meggy." He said firmly, letting his pet name for her slip.

"What?"

"I brought you up, alright? Don't forget me."

Meg's eyes filled with puzzlement. "What are ya talkin' about?" She asked, bewildered.

"Well, I have to tell ya sometime. Your mu – "

"Cap'n!" Mr Gibbs called.

Jack looked up. "Aye?"

"We got it wrong. Today's the twenty second."

Jack swore loudly.

"Same to you." Meg replied.

Jack ignored her. "When will we get to Port Royal?"

" 'Bout half 'in 'our."

Jack swore again. "Meg, stay here and just … sit. I'll be back."

Before Meg could reply, Jack rushed off to his cabin. He pulled on new clothes; his old ones stunk of bullet powder. He quickly shined his boots, and just as he combed through his hair Meg came in, quite proud her father had forgotten her punishment.

"Gibbs told me ta tell you tha' we're in Port Royal." She said, staring at him. "Why are you dressed up too?"

Not answering, Jack grabbed Meg's hand and dragged her to the top of the boat.

"Look after me ship!" he called behind him, still dragging Meg. They stood on the Port, waiting.

"Da, what are we doing?" Meg demanded again.

"Well, we have to wait for your – "

"JACK!"

Jack turned around and saw –

"Mrs Turner." He bowed low, taking her hand and kissing it softly. Elizabeth gave him a half smile. A few grey hairs where streaked with her naturally brown hair, and she had become more tan.

Meg stared at his woman. She looked familiar, but she couldn't quite say from where.

"Well?" Elizabeth asked breathlessly. "What do you know?" She paid no attention to Meg.

Jack stalled for time. "You look fantastic, lass." He said, looking her up and down.

"Oh, thank you. But what do you know?"

Jack shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "Well…"

"Where is she? Where's my daughter?"

Jack glanced at Meg. "She's right here."

Elizabeth looked at Meg. Meg's eyes widened, as she looked at Jack. "You told me that my mother died, Papa." She said accusingly.

Elizabeth seemed to be expanding, with either anger or sadness, it was hard to tell.

"You told her I what? She called you what? Why is she dressed like that? What's going on?"

"I can answer that." Meg said before Jack could. "He said tha' you died, and I called 'im Papa, because he's my Father, I'm dressed like this because I'm a pirate, and I don't know what's goin' on, bu' I sure wish I did!"

Jack closed his eyes. "Her Father's daughter." He said to himself, recalling the time when Will informed Barbossa that his blood was the kind they needed and lost Jack's bargaining trick.

"I… what… who… are… can…" Elizabeth stammered. Then she screamed, "What did you do to my daughter?"

Jack involuntarily gripped Meg's hand. "I never told you I was your father." He muttered.

Meg looked up. "What? Of course you are!"

"NO HE ISN'T! HY HUSBAND, MY DEAD HUSBAND, IS YOUR FATHER!" Elizabeth screamed, attracting attention from passers-by.

Meg was terrified. "What's happening, Papa?" She whimpered. No gun battle, no sword fight had ever made her feel this scared before.

Elizabeth stared at Meg. "You're a pirate, aren't you?" she whispered.

"Yes."

"Who have you been living with all this time?"

"Da'. And 'is crew."

Elizabeth closed her eyes. "I can not believe you would do this." She said, shaking her head.

"WHATS. GOING. ON?" Meg yelled, stomping her foot on the deck. Jack bent down, but Elizabeth pushed him way.

"You keep out of this." She growled. Elizabeth knelt so she was Meg's height. "When you were first born, you're father, your REAL father, and I had malaria. We asked Jack," She said Jack as if she was trying to get some foul-tasting substance out of her mouth, "to take you to your Grandfathers. Jack was a friend of ours. He did, but obviously finding out my Father was dead he took you in, leading you believe that he was your birth father."

"Ya don't have to conceive the egg to become a father, 'Lizabeth." Jack said, twirling his beard in between his fingers.

Meg looked up at him, horrified. "Why did ya tell me me mother died, then?"

"Well, she could 'ave, couldn't she?" Jack said, gazing at the two girls. "She could 'ave died from malaria, couldn't she?"

"You didn't bother to check, Jack." Elizabeth said, standing back up again.

Jack said nothing. He just smirked at Elizabeth. "So, what will happen now, love?"

Elizabeth looked at him in disbelief. "I'll take her with me, obviously. I know own my Father's house, we will live there. I am sure I can make her into a proper young lady – "

"What?" Meg gasped, catching on. "You're taking me away from the Black Pearl?"

Jack glanced at her, hardly daring to believe it. Was there a slim chance she wanted to stay with him?

Before anyone could question her though, Meg burst into tears. "You won't take me away, you won't!" She screamed, before taking off and running into the bustling crowd.