A/N: Thanks to the girls who reviewed me (I think you're girls… ok, if you're not, SORRY!) I really appreciate it, but none of you asked questions. Two of you said the same thing: What could go wrong indeed? Well, read to find out!

Love,

SSM ;)

PS I almost forgot, to Shalafi: Thank you, I was really trying to make him seem like a father but still Jack. I'm glad you think it worked!

PPS: Sorry it is so short, writers block! Any ideas please email me!

PPPS: I'm getting a puppy (early Christmas present – I'm so excited!) tomorrow so I might not update soon. Thank you!

PPPPS: Sorry about the PS's!

"Alright, here we are." Elizabeth said, gesturing up to her home.

Meg looked up and gasped. It was huge! She had never seen anything like it. Meg gripped Jack's hand without realising, and followed her mother into the mansion.

Jack took a deep breath, reminded what he could be losing if he didn't go through with it, and stepped in the door behind Meg.

"Everyone?" Elizabeth called, looking up the staircase. "I've found my daughter!"

There where cries of delight, and suddenly the seconds – before empty staircase was filled with people.

"Miss Turner, welcome!" One maid cried, ringing Meg's hand. Meg narrowed her eyes. Her name was Meg Sparrow, not Turner.

But it really isn't. He's not your father. A nasty little voice said in the back of her mind.

Yes he is.

No, he's not.

Yes, he IS!

No, he's no –

"Now," Elizabeth said, breaking into her thoughts, "Why don't you, Estelle, take Meg up to get into some proper clothes? We might as well start to behave like a woman now, mightn't we?"

"Aye." Meg said, shifting her weight.

"And Jack, there is some men's clothes in the room on the top floor, second door to the left."

Jack drew in a deep breath and simply nodded. He began to head up the stairs, with Meg and Estelle on his heels.

"Be easy to get on with, Meggie." Jack muttered to Meg. She looked up at him.

"I'm not dressin' like 'er, Papa." She snarled, trying her best to sound vicious.

It didn't work. Jack snuffed a laugh, ruffled her hair and said softly, "Yer is more like 're then yer could 'ossibly imagine."

"This way, Madame." Estelle said, curtsying. Meg shot Jack a dirty look and followed Estelle into a large dressing room.

Estelle busied herself with rustling around in a cupboard, and finally pulled out a dress. "How will this suit your liking, Miss?"

Meg looked at the dress. To be honest, it wasn't that bad. It looked light, and only had by the looks of it one petticoat underneath. The material was a similar colour to the pants she was already wearing, only there was a floral pattern on the material.

"Aye, that'll be nice, thanks ye." Meg drawled. Estelle helped her pull the dress over her head, and did her hair. This was quite an accomplishment, Meg had been almost on the verge of dreadlocks, and even with the brush – through she had given it before they left the Pearl.

"Thanks ye." Meg repeated once Estelle was done, and she rushed out to find Jack.

"Da?" She asked, knocking on the door she saw Jack walk into. He opened it, and Meg gasped.

He had long slacks on, and a cuffed shirt that had a ruffle at the collar! The bangles where gone, as well as the countless necklaces and rings.

"Papa…" Meg trailed off, speechless.

Jack shrugged (in any case, as well as one could in a stiff shirt and ruffle collar) "I figured if you had to change the way you dressed, I couldn't very well be the odd one out could I?" Jack stated, running a hand through his mattered hair. "Bloody hell lass, didn't know you where so good lookin'."

Meg laughed as she played with the hem on her dress. The truth was that she was a very pretty girl. Her hair was chestnut brown, and from being out in the sun so much she had developed freckles all over her nose. Her eyes where still as blue as ever, but her hair really framed them when it was down.

"Yer ready for dinner?" Meg asked, changing topic.

"Guess so."

The two (used to be) pirates walked down the stairs to meet Elizabeth.

"Oh, what a fantastic difference!" Elizabeth gushed, looking them over. Although not sure about Jack, Meg wished that the floor would open up and swallow her that instant. Wasn't I good enough the way I was? She wondered. Just because I have a dress on, I'm immediately upper class?

"Sit down, sit down." Elizabeth continued. "I'll go help the cook."

"She mean's well, lass." Jack whispered to Meg as soon as Elizabeth had left the room. "She jus' doesn't know 'ow ta react. 'Lizabeth isn't the superficial type, let me promise ya."

"If you say so." Meg said, shrugging. She seemed pretty damn superficial to her, but maybe that was only Meg's opinion.

" 'Ust give 'er a change, Meg. She's a good girl, 'onestly she is."

Before Meg had a chance to answer, however, Elizabeth came back in with a platter of meat. The three ate in silence for a few minutes. This was suddenly an unmistakable sound of the door opening and slamming. Seconds later, a girl in a maroon and gold dress waltzed her way into the dining room.

"Good evening, – ooh, so this is her then?" The girl cooed. Meg would have guessed that she was around ten.

Before anyone had a chance to answer however, the girl suddenly gave a squeal. "YOU'RE WEARING MY DRESS! HOW DARE YOU!" The girl screamed, hands on hips. The girl screamed, hands on hips. "Who gave you the rights, may I ask?"

Meg immediately decided that she hated this girl. With a passion.

"Amy!" Elizabeth exclaimed. "You promised you would be polite!"

"That's before the horrible little pirate put on my dress!"

"Shush!" Elizabeth snarled. She then smiled, and then turned to Meg (who was looking at Amy as if she was a slug that had crawled into her salad).

"Meg, for what it's worth, this is Amy. She's your younger sister. I had her two years after Jack had taken you."