A/N: Yeah, OK, I lied about the quick update... I had to do a lot of inner arguing to get this result, so don't diss it.

Disclaimer: You know it? It aint mine then.

A ship drifted on an aquamarine sea. The crew were going about their daily routine, and the man at the wheel checked a compass. His stance suggested he was the captain. In the crow's nest there was a young woman, who watched the horizon keenly with her one eye.

)()()()()()()(Jill's PoV)()()()()()()()(

"Jill? Jill!"

"What?" she leant down

"Yer wanted!" Gibbs jerked a thumb over his shoulder to where Jay stood at the wheel.

"Right, right," she slid down and was met by Cotton coming the other way

"Pieces of eight," the parrot cawed and she laughed

"Thanks Cotton. That's very helpful,"

Jack was humming as she approached him. Anamaria, who could usually be found nearby, was no where to be seen

"Err, can you have a look at Anamaria?" he was trying not to look anxious and failing miserably "she isn't feeling so good,"

Jill rolled her eyes and walked off. As the closest thing the ship had to a surgeon, she was usually called upon to look after wounds and illnesses. Occasionally Elizabeth would act as assistant. Establishing that Elizabeth was doing something in the galley, and chatting to Will, she went to the cabin where Anamaria and Jay slept.

The cabin was dark, hot and smelt of stale vomit. Jill crinkled her nose and moved to the window, which she threw open. A fresh sea breeze played across her face and she breathed deeply.

"Morning honey," she turned to the bed, using the name that went to anyone needing her attention "Not feeling so good?"

A groan was the reply. Casting about Jill found a bottle of liquid. She sniffed it then tasted it suspiciously. It was slightly brackish, but drinkable water.

"Here. I managed to find a bottle of something that wasn't alcohol."

She went to the bed and got Anamaria upright. She was an unhealthy green under her tan and the layer of ingrained grime that seemed to happen to anyone that stayed on the sea for long. She sipped the water unenthusiastically.

"Come on, put some effort into it honey. Green and tan just don't mix,"

Anamaria managed a smile

"Now, we'd better give you a once over honey. Don't need an epidemic on my hands,"

Jill started to check for the common diseases. Scurvy, the pox, anything more than a cold. Nothing. After a few minutes, in which Jill ticked off a number of options. Then her brain had a moment of 'hang on...' she was checking Anamaria as though she was a man. Oh no, that was so not fair. She was not asking her brother's lover whether...

"Ahem. Has-um..." Jill tailed off, colouring. There were some things a sister should never have to even think about her brother. This was one of them

"Um, have you and err..." Oh god. Quick, anyone want a fried egg? You could use her face. Anamaria looked at her in complete and queasy incomprehension. Then it dawned

"Oh, that! Are you stupid? We are talking about Jack Sparrow here,"

"Yes but..."

"He has actually," Jill squirmed

"Um OK. I think that's nice for you. Um. Well. Err..."

"What?"

"I think you might be, um, pregnant? Have you um-"Shut up shut up! She berated herself

"Oh my god! You think so?"

"Um. Yes?"

"Oh my god," she pressed her hand to her stomach. Then she stopped

"Really?"

"I reckon so. It's err, a bit early though,"

Anamaria sat there with her hand on her belly.

"I wouldn't tell Jay- Jack straight off. We need him sober to Tortuga. I'd rather we didn't have to scrape ourselves of any rocks, ships, islands, you know?" Jill stood abruptly, and stopped up the water. "Come on honey, you got no excuse. Move your arse out of here." She left Anamaria on the bed to empty the pot (which was what she had been using) and then went straight to Jack's office, which where she would come sometimes, to talk or clean up. She sat on the chair and put her head in her hands, which were folded on the desk. "This is so not good."

A/N: Short, but there's more in the next chappie...