Right then, just a small warning my Will is a pansy and my Jack is a rum fizated jerk. If you have a problem with that you may want to stop reading. Thanks for reveiwing:) Onward?

Chapter 3/6:

James and Daniel were eating roast, their favorite dish. After all, tonight was a very special night. James had been gone for quite some time.

"And nurse let me out to play almost every day! I've had so much fun. Peter, Richard, Paul, and I played robbers, navy men," Daniel listed it out and James smiled when his son said navy men, "and pirates. I like playing pirates daddy. I am always the captain. I've got a ship too! It's big and scary looking because I am a scary pirate." Daniel nodded and let out a little growl.. He was quite proud of his tale.

James frowned slightly. He didn't fancy the idea of his son being a pirate captain even if it was just a game. He ran the children's names over in his head. He knew that the Tridelles had two children, but he couldn't recall their names.

"Daniel, these boys you play with, where do they live?" James asked laying his knife down on the table. Daniel started to speak, but his father shook his head. Daniel was chewing. Daniel swallowed quickly.

"They live across town. Near the market. That's where all the best hiding places are. We lost some of our treasure once. We couldn't remember where we put it." Daniel laughed and took a bite of bread.

James stared at his son's glowing face. Daniel was playing with the common folk. Normally James didn't hold much disgust for the common people; they did benefit the community after all, but he didn't associate with them much either. Daniel looked so proud of his little friends too. James had not the heart to tell him he couldn't play with the ruffians on the other side of town. Let him have his childhood playmates. What harm could it bring? He picked up his knife again.

"So the nurse let you run wild around Port Royale?" James laughed. Daniel looked up.

"Well no." Daniel looked ashamed. "I run away from her. Being inside is so boring daddy!" James gave his son a disapproving look.

"You know it's not safe." James said.

"Daddy, those men you brought back, who are they? I thought maybe they might be murderers. Did you go on some great adventure without me?" Daniel was a sharp kid. Changing the subject on his father. James smiled; he could use that to his advantage.

"They are pirates Daniel. Deadly pirates. One more reason for you not to sneak out of the house unattended." James' voice was stern. Daniel's eyes widened.

"Those were pirates? Really? Are you sure daddy? They looked too mean to be pirates! And remember that one said I looked like….That I looked like…" Daniel had forgotten the name. James' silver ware clattered to the table.

"You look nothing like William Turner!" James barked, standing suddenly. Daniel whimpered at his father's sudden outburst.

James walked over and hugged Daniel. "You look nothing like William Turner. Nothing." James shuddered at the thought. He looked into his son's eyes. Now that it had been said, James did notice the similar features. The hair, face, body structure. Who was he kidding? Daniel looked every inch like William Turner.

James let Daniel sit back at the table, and he went back to his own seat. Daniel gave his father a smile, but James was too lost in thought to return it. James had never found the real parents of his son, and if he looked just like Turner, then he must belong to Turner. It would seem that Turner didn't know he had a son though; other wise he would have demanded to have him. James sighed a sigh of relief. He wasn't going to give his son up. Not to any pirate.

James put another piece of roast in his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. If Turner was the father that meant Miss Swann was Daniel's mother. That was the only answer. Turner had never looked at any other woman in Port Royale, and the woman was undoubtedly from Port Royale. How else had Daniel ended up on his doorstep? And why his doorstep? More importantly, why would Elizabeth give up her son?

James looked across the table at Daniel. His son Daniel. His. James gave a small smile. Daniel smiled back. James made up his mind. He would get to the bottom of this even if that meant a trip to visit Miss Elizabeth Swann herself.

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Jack and William were in jail once again. Jack was muttering to himself, and William was sitting morosely in his own cell.

"He did look just like me Jack, didn't he? Could he be mine?" Will said suddenly, looking hopefully at Jack. Jack locked eyes with Will.

"Of course he's yers. There is no mistaking those eyes Will." Jack nodded and went back to his muttering. Why was there never rum in jail?

"Why would the commodore have my son then? What about Elizabeth? Why didn't she tell me? He has to be hers after all." Will came over to the bars that separated them.

Jack sighed and looked at William. Couldn't he see there was a more pressing problem at the moment?

"Listen Will, maybe Lizzy had a reason. As for the commodore, he's obviously a good da; I mean the kid looks fine. Healthy and such. So don't worry. Just let it go, unless you want to marry the commodore. Now how to get some rum…" Jack trailed off, his eyes scanning the cell.

William froze. "What an absurd-" He thought for a moment. "Could I do that?"

Jack laughed. His attention was back on Will for the moment. "Of course ye can't marry the commodore. Who would want to anyway? Did ye want to?" Jack was grinning.

"No, no. I was just….I don't know." William said, sitting back down on the stone floor. He stared morosely at the dark corners of his prison.

"Sure lad, sure." Jack said as he continued his search for rum.

"What are you searching for Jack?" Will asked, his voice pained.

"A way out of course. We need rum, and hey while were at it we could kidnap yer son." Jack said, testing the bars.

Will laughed sadly. "He's not my son Jack."

"Well then, we'll kidnap him anyway. Maybe he can get us free rum."

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