Disclaimer: Don't own anything…though it might be nice to actually own the movies…I'd be so rich…

A lot of you really thought that Jack's ending thoughts were some sort of cliffhanger. The thing about his plans. It's not really "plans" per say. See, what I planned is—you know what? It'll be in this chapter, so just go read.

I wanted to point out that this story doesn't really have much Will/Elizabeth stuff in it. I'm sorry for that, I just don't know what to write for them. If I get some inspiration for it, I'll put some for you Will/Elizabeth fans out there. I ain't promising anything, though.

The Daughter And The Son

Chapter 4

Sneaking Out

That night Jack paced around his room. The only reason Will and Elizabeth are being so nice is because my idiotic son and their daughter are "playing nice". Bloody Hell! As long as I'm here and with no actual plans on when we're leaving, I have to be good. That doesn't work for me. I mean, since when did you hear of Jack Sparrow keeping a low profile, hm? I have to get Will out of here as soon as possible. But how?

Will was in Jane's room, as it was farthest from Jack's room, talking to Jane about dinner. He was pacing again, apparently a trait he picked up from his father. He said to her, "I fear my father will be taking us away soon."

"What makes you say that, Will?"

"Because he was hinting at it all through dinner! I honestly don't see how you and your parents can be so blind. He makes it so painfully obvious."

"I saw him drop hints, but why would he just go and leave? My parents insisted that you both stay."

"I really doubt he's going to stick to that." He stopped pacing and stared into Jane's eyes, "I don't want to leave you now…not after what we've done to get this far…"

"I don't want you to leave, either."

"We have to keep my father from making me leave for as long as possible."

Jane nodded and he kissed her quickly before retreating to his room quietly.

Will and Elizabeth were sitting up in their bed, reading. Suddenly Elizabeth asked, "Will? You do believe they're just friends…right?"

Will put his book down and looked at her as he said, "Who? Jane and Will? Of course I think they're just friends. Jane told us so. She hasn't ever lied to us before."

Elizabeth corrected him, "We've never caught her lying to us before."

"Still."

"Still nothing, Will! What if she is seeing Will Sparrow?"

"Are you implying that this would be a bad thing, Elizabeth?"

"Well, it wouldn't be good if our 15-year-old daughter ran off with a pirate, now would it?"

"Are you already forgetting what you said at dinner? You ran away with pirates when you were a little older than Jane."

"I was kind of kidnapped and then I went to save you…so I don't think that qualifies as 'running away with pirates'."

"Elizabeth, I trust Jane. I don't know why you can't."

"It's not her that I don't trust. It's him I don't trust."

"You know, it's supposed to be the father's job to not trust the boys, not the mother's."

"Well you're not worrying, so I figure I better worry for the both of us."

Will sat up more and turned towards her, "Do you really think they'd do anything in our house?" Elizabeth thought it over for a moment and then shook her head and said, "I don't think so. I mean, I hope not…I would hope we raised her better than that." Will nodded and leaned forward, kissing Elizabeth passionately. He broke off and she said, "What was that for?"

"I felt spontaneous."

She smiled and said, "Do you still?"

He nodded and she said, "Good. Me, too!" She smiled wider and leaned forward to kiss him again.

Jack looked at the clock on the wall in his room. Two in the morning…perfect. He jumped up and opened his door as quietly as possible. He stuck his head out the door and looked to his left, and then to his right. Seeing no one, he stepped out into the hall. When he reached Will's door, he turned the knob slowly, pushing the door gently. Squeeeeeeak! Jack jumped back into the shadows of the hallway and stared at the door, scared, Of all the doors, this one had to be loud. He listened closely, waiting for someone to come barging out into the hallway, wondering what was happening.

Hearing no one, he stepped back up to the door and pushed quickly. To his luck, the door didn't make much noise. He slipped inside and let his eyes adjust to the complete darkness. He could faintly see the outline of Will's bed, and the sleeping Will tucked beneath the covers. He tiptoed over to him and tapped him. Most people, when you wake them like this, wake up so suddenly, they get kind of frightened. Will was not like most people. He'd grown accustomed to his father waking him like this late at night.

Will opened his eyes slowly and said, "What?"

"Time to go, William!" Jack whispered back.

Will sat up and said, not bothering to whisper, "Why? You heard Mr. and Mrs. Turner. We'll welcome here!"

"I said it's time to go, William."

"And I asked why."

"You know better than to question me, boy! Have I ever given you reason not to trust me? No."

Will nodded his head furiously, getting up out of the bed, and replied, "Oh yes you have!"

"When?"

"You say we're going to stay in one place for awhile and then that very night you drag me off! I'm sick of it! I've never been able to trust you to keep your promises."

"What makes you want to stay here so badly?"

"I'm happy here and I'm not ready to go."

"Why are you so happy?"

"If you tell me why you want to leave so badly, then I'll tell you why I want to stay."

"Will, we don't have time for this."

"Well too bad!"

"Come on, Will!"

"Every time you tell me it's time to leave, and I always go willingly, without a fight. Don't you care at all why this time is different? Don't you care about me, even a little? Don't you want me to be happy?"

"Of course I want you to be happy. That's why I want you to come here so I won't have to slap you and make you unhappy."

"I've never protested before…well, I'm protesting now! I won't leave."

Jack rolled his eyes and groaned. He said softly to Will, "If I let you say goodbye to her, will you come with me?"

Will stared at his father, at a loss for words. Jack answered the question for himself, "I'll take that as a yes. Go, go on." Will walked past Jack and down the hall to Jane's room. He knocked softly and then opened the door, stepping into the darkness.

He made it to her bed and stood by her for a moment, taking in her looks for was the last time. He could just barely see her face in the darkness. Will felt like crying, but he wasn't about to do that. Stay together, Will. Stay together! Don't break down. You're a pirate, not a five year-old! He knelt down beside her and whispered, "Jane…Jane…" He stroked her cheek softly until her eyes came open slowly.

"Will?"

"Jane…"

"What's going on?" She sat up quickly and her eyes showed her concern.

"My father's making me leave."

"Right now? This early?"

Will nodded.

"But…why?"

"Because he doesn't want to be a good boy, that's why."

"Don't go with him!"

"Jane, have I not already explained that I must?"

"Will, what's more important? Me or him?"

"You. But I can't just let my father go. I'm the only thing that keeps him from killing people! Jane, I tried getting him to let me stay, but he won't hear of it."

"Will!" She got up out of the bed, tears streaming down her face, and wrapped her arms around his neck, "Let me come with you."

"What?"

"I want to come with you."

"My father will never allow it."

She looked down at her bare feet and let the tears make rivers down her cheeks. Will put his finger under her chin and lifted it. He stared into her eyes and said, "I'll return as soon as I can. I promise." He leaned down and kissed her. She responded, "I can't imagine being here without you…"

"You were here without me for 15 years before I came into the picture."

"Yeah, but now that I know this love exists, I can't think about it not being there."

He kissed her again.

"I love you, Jane."

"I love you, too, Will."

He kissed her one last time and then turned and left the room, fighting the tears battling to spill over onto his cheeks. He reached the hallway and saw his father waiting for him. He shot him a dirty look as he beckoned him down the stairs. When they reached the bottom, Will looked up the stairs and wished he could be up there, with Jane. Jack closed the door behind them and they set off down the road towards the ocean.

Neither of them noticed one teenage girl following them.

A/N- Sorry it's kind of short. I wanted to leave you on a bit of a cliffhanger. I'll write more soon! I promise!

Love,

DC