The night was cool on the deck of the Black Pearl. Elizabeth Swan stood alone nursing her newborn baby. Jack's baby. Jack Sparrow staggered onto the deck with a bottle of rum and put his hand on her shoulder and rubbed the baby's head.
"I'm not letting you take him, Jack." Elizabeth said sternly to the half-drunk Captain Jack Sparrow. She was in anguish. Many thoughts concerning Will and their future, worries of her baby, and how this would affect her life, were blazing through her head.
"And why would that be, love?" Jack replied.
"Because I don't want our son to become a drunk pirate who breaks laws and is an enemy of the crown!" Elizabeth shouted back with tears running down her face.
To that, Jacks eyes lit up. "I like the sound of that" he said with his normal grin. Elizabeth looked down and wiped tears from her eyes. Jack suddenly looked regretful. He hadn't meant to hurt her.
"Besides, I already told Will that it was his child. His name is Lucas. Lucas Turner" Elizabeth said quietly. Jack frowned.
"I like the sound of Luke Sparrow better. What if he looks like me? What if his first words are 'rum' or 'savvy'? Ever think of that, love?"
"I don't care. He'll be a great man who will reside in Port Royal who will obey the law and won't even know the definition of 'pirate' if I have my way with it."
Jack smiled and walked away to his cabin.