Note from the Author: I do enjoy writing, but I will continue with this fic after ch.1 only if interest is shown. Thanks in advance for taking the time to read it, and hopefully review it!

Booyaka.

Elizabeth stood at the window of the house that she and Will had just moved into. It stared out at the sea, Will wanted an ocean view so he could have some notice when Jack came into port royal, which was pretty close to never. It had been a long time since Ether of them had heard from Jack. Too long in Elizabeths mind. She often thought about him and what adventures he would surely be on. Will stepped behind Elizabeth and put one hand over her stomach.

"You musn't worry like that about him Lizzy, it may harm the baby."

Elizabeth was about 8 weeks pregnant with her first child, Wills first child. She had thought that she wouldn't be bearing children for quite some time after they had been married, but her plans had been changed un expectedly. The news thrilled Will, He had always wanted to have children sooner rather than later. Elizabeth tuned into reality and went over to sit in her chair, closer to the fireplace, she started to feel a bit of a draft comming in.

"Will, do you think about Jack often?"

Will smiled and nodded, Because indeed he did, Jack was the closet thing to a best friend he had.

"Yes Lizzy, very often. I've heard word that the Black Pearl was recently spotted in Tortuga, I do expect that Jack should be in Port Royal soon. He hasn't visited for quite some time. Why do you ask?"

Elizabeth had a very blank facial expression, Will seemed to have the idea that she was sick. Although she knew quite well that it was not sickness that was causing her to feel so punk. It's not that she had feelings of love for Jack, not in that regard anyway, but just that she felt like a small peice of herself was taken away with him when he left.

"I know this is odd, but in some manners I truely do miss him, despite his snide remarks, his wandering hands, and his daft being."

Will shot Elizabeth an awkward look.

"His wandering hands, you never told me about any wandering hands?"

Elizabeth Smiled and laughed a little, at the memory of Jack's drunken behavior on that speck of an island they were marooned on.

"Will darling, He's Jack, what do you expect of him? To be a perfect gentleman? I hardly think that's fair"

Will agreed, it was true after all, How could he expect Jack to be, well, all there when he's been exposed to all the rum and sun, dangerous mix those are. Elizabeth had instantly gotten a horrible ache in her belly, which scared Will more than anything had in his life. He insisted she go see a doctor.

"I think that's probably a good idea, will you walk with me Will?"

Will helped Elizabeth out of her chair and held her hand, smiling while looking at her with his gentle eyes. He would do anything she asked of him, he couldn't help but love her with everything he had. He had gone to the ends of the earth for her once before and he would do it again in an instant.

"Elizabeth, You don't need to ask"

"Thank you Will, You're too kind to me"

He walked with her in silence to the Doctors house and was told to go back home and wait for Elizabeths return, He entered his home and saw that a few things were out of place, a letter from Jack that had been framed was missing, and also one of Jacks old swords that had been given to Will was gone. Will went to get his own sword and checked every room in the downstairs and found nothing, while he climbed the stairs he called out. "I am armed and will show you no mercy, Leave now or you'll pay in blood" He heard a few footsteps, then a loud thump. It was comming from the bedroom. He quietly walked into the corrodore and jumped into the bedroom in his fighting stance. He was quite dumbfound at what he saw. It was a woman, Pirate obviously, which was not very common. She had long black hair, and wore a tattered dress. The dress was probably once very tasteful but it was teared to shards, very short at the bottom, almost revealing her most intimate parts, and the arms were also torn off.

"Who are you?" Will said, more in confusion then anger for the intrusion into his house. He figured that she was harmless, seeing as though she was lying down cross legged on his bed looking over Jacks letter. The woman didn't respond, she looked not a day over eighteen. She lifted her right index finger over her lips as if shushing Will. Will did not take very kindly to this, he came a bit closer to her and asked her again who she was. After another few minutes of silence from the woman He pointed his sword at her and asked once more in a more demanding voice. She looked up at him and drew a sword. It wasn't very long, probably because it was a machetti. A peice of weaponry that Will had never bothered to study.

"That's not a very kind way to greet family"