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"You are expecting, right?" Leah asked, some embarrassment entering her voice. "You've been acting--"

"I know, I know," Elizabeth said, her normally pale complexion adopting a red hue. The two fell silent for a time. Outside they could hear the crew preparing for departure. Leah bit her lip, cursing her blunt stupidity.

Quickly getting up, she headed over to the door when she heard Elizabeth say something.

"What?"

"April. The baby's due in April." A relieved smile crossed Leah's face. Elizabeth let out a breath. She'd been keeping the secret a few days, but it had been such a terrible burden. Glad that it was gone. For now.

"Leah, please don't tell anyone. I haven't had the chance of telling Will yet."

"He hasn't figured it out?"

"He hasn't been around women in my…condition."

"Oh."

Barbossa stared at the shrinking harbor. His blood tingled. There was another Turner there. The only option was Bootstrap Bill. But he had his prize. The father could wait. The moment the thought crossed his mind he regretted it.

The wind began to pick up, and he heard a deep voice. Fog began surrounding the ship.

"I gave you the gift to kill the whole family," the disembodied voice of Davy Jones was enough to send any lagging crew members below deck, but Barbossa remained where he was.

"I have Will and Jack. Bill can wait." The wind quieted for a moment, and then picked up in a slow, mysterious manner.

"What makes you so sure that it's Bootstrap?"

"What I sensed. The real Turner and Sparrow, and a half-connection. He has no children, so it has to be Bill."

"Are you so sure?" Davy repeated, his booming voice sly.

"What are you saying?" But Davy simply laughed, the smog dissipating as quickly as it had appeared. Barbossa sat at the helm, trying to figure it out. How could it not be Bootstrap?

There would be time for figuring out Davy's cryptic tales later. Now he had to get away from Tortuga before the Pearl came after it's captured comrades. But he was still anticipating a battle. The Black Pearl was his father's ship, and he wanted it back. That could only happen after they were in the open sea, closer to their base. There they could overcome the mighty ship without destroying it. They even had a spy watching ever move the crew made. There would be no clever escapes.

He breathed in the salty air. Victory was sweet.

On board the Black Pearl, a traitor was making plans in a small cabin. A single candle flickered, although there was no breeze. Outside the alcove sailors went about their business, oblivious to the treachery below their noses. None heard the whispers of Davy Jones and the one damned.

"You are sure?" the rumbling voice was quieted. The servant nodded.

"Yes, it is certain." Normally the speaker had bright and alert hazel eyes, but now they were a dulled copper. The moment Davy's spirit left the body, the traitor would be normal again. They didn't know that they were telling secrets to the enemy. They believed they had just gone to the Lou. Nothing sinister about that. Nothing sinister at all.

The candle went out. The servant was shocked out of the stupor, alert. Blinking the hazel eyes, the unknown traitor left the alcove with no secrecy, no knowledge of what had just happened. No knowledge of how they were serving Barbossa.

Alright, I know it's short, but it'll have to stay you for now. I had a longer chapter written but storms knocked out my power and wiped my active files. You didn't lose much.

Guess the traitor!