A/N: This whole chapter was supposed to be the ending of the last one, but I decided just to have two chapters of history. It really helps in the explanation. Anyway, I hope everybody liked the last chapter, because I am adding this next chapter now! Woo Hoo! Writing block is gone! Thank goodness. And be sure to read the ending author's note, it may have some news that you all will like. ;) Enjoy!

Chapter Nine: Young Love Doesn't Always Work

"Maurade and embezzle and even high-jack, drink up me hearties, yo ho. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life fer me," Jack mumbled as he leaned on the railing of the Pearl.

He stared off into the night waters, thinking about how gruesome it must be for Kat to see the living skeletons walking around the deck. He remembered facing Barbossa in the cavern and how bad he looked. Shredded clothing and rotting skin hanging off the many bones are not great things to look at. Although, he had to smile to himself thinking that Kat might just shrug at the sight and walk herself down to the brig to comfort the other women screaming their heads off. She just had that kind of spirit, and he knew that more than likely Harriet will be one of the screaming women.

He looked over the far horizon watching the sun dip beneath the waves. He didn't have to worry about where the Black Pearl was heading since Gibbs took over the helm. He gave his first mate the bearings and left the steering to Gibbs. But then, he left all his worrying for his wife and the condition she was taken in. She was vomiting every morning now and the pains were getting serious. What could be wrong with her?

"Why'd she 'ave to take ye, Kat?" Jack asked watching the waves crash underneath the ship.

"She's the most important thing to you, that's why Dornie took her," Will walked next to him an leaned on the railing next to him, "The sun went down. You should be getting some rest, Jack."

"So should ye, Tuner," Jack said looking for anything to look at other than Will as he knew that the whelp would get him to go to bed eventually, "Do ye wan' to kill her?"

"Who?"

"Dornie," Jack still growled the name and involuntarily touched the small bruise left behind on his cheek, "She's goin' to kill them all."

"What?"

"Dornie will kill all the women after she's done with me, and more than likely all of ye as well. The only ones she won't kill be the women with child and small children. And tha's if she be gracious."

"You mean the women who are pregnant?" Will asked.

"Aye," Jack breathed and looked at Will, "She will stop at nothin' to get wha' she wan's. Even if it means killin' innocents."

"What's her story, Jack?" Will asked, turning to face Jack better, "What exactly happened to her?"

"Tha's a long story, Will," Jack's face turned stiff, along with most of his body, "A very long story."

"And neither of us are willing to succumb to sleep, so we have all night," Will did a gesture with his hands to elaborate his point, "I doubt that either one of us are getting a lot of sleep tonight."

"All righ', Turner," Jack sighed and pushed off the railing and began to walk down the deck, "Walk with me."

"So how did it all start?" Will asked beside Jack after catching up.

"With Catterine," Jack said simply.

"I meant, how it all start with Dornie," William tried to steer Jack back on track.

"It started with Catterine," Jack said again and took a breath, "Angelina Dornie joined the Harbinger crew a few months earlier than I did, even though she was 'bout a year younger than I was. Apparently she and Catterine 'ad connections with one another and Catterine 'ad become somewha' 'o a father figure to Angelina. 'Magine how much more she hated me when I killed him."

"Why was she made at you to begin with?"

"She felt like I betrayed her," Jack looked at Will and quickly turned away, "Her plan wasn't somethin' I was goin' to follow if she was goin' to kill me in the end 'o it."

"Kill you?"

"We'll get to tha'," Jack chuckled nervously and started to take on a slower pace down the deck, "To tell ye the truth- apart from Kat- Dornie be the only woman I never dared to lie to or betray."

"You were in love with her, weren't you?" Will asked a little taken back.

"Aye," Jack nodded, "Young luv, I guess ye can call it. I was seventeen years old and she was sixteen. But she 'ad the mind and charm to trick and grown man. Tha's where she 'as her downfall. She didn't know the meanin' of the word monotony, she probably still don'. Bein' the man tha' I am, I won her over, o' course. Then she began to make a big plan. Catterine 'ad a rival pirate captain… with a grand ship, the Black Pearl. Every one 'ad their eyes on her and the captain knew it. Her plan would be to kill the captain and take the ship, but I didn' know she 'ad an alternative plan too. She wanted to give the Pearl to Catterine, even tough he did no work for it. And she wanted to give it to him alone."

"You would be the odd man out."

"I would be the dead man out," Jack took a sigh, "Remember wha' I told ye 'bout six years ago? 'Bout wha' a man can do-"

"And what a man can't do. Yes, I remember," Will chuckled, "I can't really forget that I was also held over the ocean, hanging by mere will power while you lectured me about it."

"Well, I guess it is the same with women. She foun' me weakness and she was goin' to use it. Although, she didn' know tha' I would see her one nigh' in a tavern sittin' in the lap of a known killer. After 'our' plan was played out, he would come from the shadows and kill me in turn. She would take the Pearl and be the apple 'o Catterine's eye. Although, she was already there, but I was competition."

"Competition?"

"Aye. Catterine 'ad started to teach me the trade. I begged him to fer as long as I can remember when I was younger. He taugh' me many tricks 'o the trade, includin' the door trick. I guess she saw it tha' she be the one that was out. Tha' she was being pushed aside while Catterine taugh' me all he knew to make me a better pirate all around."

"So she decided to kill you for it?"

"Tha's the way the ball bounces, Turner. The one left on the captain's good side gets the ship and the crew after he goes," Jack smirked, "Although I don' 'ave to really worry 'bout tha'. Kat will take me place when I go… if we get to her fast enough."

Will saw his face fall and Jack's eyes focused on the dark wood beneath them, "So what did happen that night? The night the rival captain died?"

"I killed him as planned," he looked at Will who had a slight surprised look on his face, "Don' be so surprised, Will. Ye've must 'ave known tha' I 'ave killed before."

"Yeah, I just never really…"

"Well, forget explanations. I was 'bout eighteen when I killed him, I was tryin' to prove meself. I was stupid, although not as stupid as Angelina would 'ave liked. I went in after he became drunk, killed him and came back out. He wasn' able to figh' back, and I always felt a bit guilty fer it. The 'hired help' tha' she got was there, and was trying to surprise me with a cutlass in the gut. Unfortunately fer him, I was naturally pretty skilled at sword play. I cut him down before he even got to me."

"And Angelina?" Will asked propping up against the wall that connected the helm to the lower deck.

Jack stopped and leaned on the railing opposite Will, "I told her I knew, and I gave her one more shot to go straigh'. I was willin' to give her another chance; to give the first luv 'o me life a chance. Bad mistake. She took out a small dagger and tried to slash at me with it. I grabbed her wrist, spun her toward me and made her drop the dagger. I remember tellin' her, 'I learned tha' from Catterine, too.' She jumped from me arms and swore tha' the Pearl was rightfully his and wouldn't leave Catterine's side, and I sailed off on the Black Pearl with some of the original Harbinger crew- yer father was actually one 'o them. She was left behind with Catterine, tellin' him lies 'bout me, even though I tried to write him 'bout wha' really happened. I tried to forget her and the experience, but apparently Catterine took her word over mine."

"But never told you that in the letters, did he?"

"Never," Jack grumbled, "I though' nothin' more 'o the incident or 'o possible bad blood since Catterine was sending me letters and eventually the compass with a promise 'o more treasure. All 'ell broke lose after tha'."

"Did she love you?"

Jack looked up from the deck at Will, and was sure that there was surprise written all over his face. The question was out of no where and Will knew it, but might as well try to ascertain all the facts at once, right? Gets it all out of the system and… out in the open.

"I think at one point she did, but it broke as soon as she saw the attention shift from Catterine."

"How long were you on Catterine's ship before you went for the Pearl?"

"Jus' 'bout a year. I was seventeen when I boarded and eighteen when I got the Pearl," he patted the dark banister he was leaning on, "Righ' after I stepped on board the Harbinger, it seemed like she 'ad a hold 'o me and I couldn' help meself."

"Yes, a woman's influence is strong," Will chuckled to himself remembering Elizabeth and some of her reminders about what to say and not to say in front of the children.

"Indeed," Jack smiled and turned back toward the ocean and the almost calming waves.

"You're worried."

"It be tha' obvious?" Jack breathed out some air that he was keeping in, "Righ' before she was taken… Kat seemed sick."

"Why would you say that?" Will leaned on the railing next to Jack.

"She 'ad pains, that I know aren't jus' from her cramps. I've been through enough 'o her monthly cycles to understand wha' those be like," he heard Will give a small chuckle of agreement, "She is beginnin' to throw up every mornin'. Everythin' in her system seems to want to jump from her stomach."

After Will didn't answer for a few moments Jack turned to him to find him with a small grin growing larger each second, "Wha' ye be so happy 'bout?"

"Jack, I doubt that you're ready for the news I'm about to tell you," Will put a hand on Jack's shoulder.

"By the way yer smilin', I take it she's not dyin'," Jack said a little apprehensively.

"No, it's all normal," Will kept his grin as he looked over the waves, keeping Jack on his toes.

"Why do people keep tellin' me it be normal? She was throwin' up everythin'. First Kat tells me it be normal and then runs off to the sink, and now ye be tellin' me it be normal. Now are ye now goin' to go runnin' off towards the nearest sink or go over the edge?"

"Calm down, Jack," Will patted his shoulder and looked Jack in the eyes, "It's normal for women to vomit and have pains when they are pregnant."

Jack stopped in his tracks and stood frozen. Did Will just say what he thought he said? Could Kat really be… with child?

"You're going to be a father," Will kept the now humongous grin on his face.

"Excuse me, mate?" Jack managed to get through.

"I've seen it all before with Elizabeth when she was carrying Jessie and Emily," Will turned back to the waves.

Jack blinked a couple of times to let the news settle in his mind and started toward his cabin. His feet were not working as well as he thought they would, and almost looked like he was completely drunk once more.

"Jack, where do you think you're heading to?" Will said once finding that the pirate captain wasn't at his side anymore.

Jack turned around, leaning to one side a little bit more than the other, "I need some rum."

"Why?"

"One… I need to calm meself down after the news tha' ye jus' dropped in me lap, and two… I wan' to celebrate. Ye comin' or not Turner?"

Will followed closely behind Jack as they made their way to Jack's cabin just in case the news made an impulse in Jack's brain that did make him drunk and Will wanted to be there to catch him before he went over the side.

Once Jack and Will filled themselves with rum –which in all honesty was mostly Jack- and sleeping some of it off Jack woke up with a knock on his doors. He went to the doors, stumbling all the way until he reached them. He opened them to find a very bushed looking Norrington staring back at him. Jack leaned back a little at the picture, but tried to maintain his erect posture.

"Wha' ye wan', Norrington?" Jack mumbled.

Norrington held up Olivia who was leaning against his legs and placed her in Jack's arms, "She will not go to sleep without you. I have tried everything that I can think of, yet she will not go to sleep. She wants you. And by the way, tell Turner that his two are calling for him."

"Aye," Jack nodded and watched Norrington leave toward a cabin near Kat's old room. He notice a huge blotch of ink covering the seat of Norrington's sleeping attire and looked down smiling at the small four year old, "Ye do all the tricks I gave ye?"

"All of them!" she gave her own mischievous grin and hugged him around the neck, "I doubt that he has noticed the ink chair though."

Jack chuckled a little and watched her as she gave a giant yawn, "Well, good job or not, luv, it looks like we both need our beauty rest," Jack held Olivia up with one arm and turned to Will, poking him in the head to grab his attention and wake up, "Yer kids are callin'."

Will yawned and walked toward Kat's old room where Jack placed the Turners, "Aye, aye captain."

After Will left, Jack shut the door to his cabin and placed Olivia gently on the bed. She immediately crawled over to the top of the bed where she tried to burrow herself into a couple of the pillows. She wore a small nightgown that came to her mid-shin in a light cream color. As Jack took off his boots, hat and jacket and laid them down on the desk at the side of the room he saw Olivia put her hands together and bow her head, since she couldn't bend both her legs.

"Dear lord," she began with closed eyes and tried to softly say her prayers to herself, "Take care of mommy, Jessie's mommy and Kitty Kat. They are very special to me and Jessie and Emily. We miss them very much. Give Uncle Jack something extra special so he can find them and bring them back."

Jack smiled at Olivia's prayers and let her continue as he unhooked his pistol and cutlass from around his waist and put them both to the side of the bed, still just in reach, just in case.

"Oh! And before I forget… give my daddy a hug and tell him that I love him very much and miss him even more. Thank you from Olivia. Amen," she crawled under the bedding and put her head back on the pillow she was on earlier. Jack looked at her in a curious way and then laid down next to the small girl and let out another breath of air. He only remembered praying once, he was around Olivia's age, but when it didn't come true, he decided not to try for anymore favors.

"Uncle Jack, you're breath is really stinky," Olivia said scrunching her nose up after smelling his rum covered breath.

He smiled at the little girl and tried not to laugh, "Well, I'll try not to breathe on ye too much then."

He blew out the candles by the side of his bed and let the moonlight come through the windows and illuminate the room and he closed his eyes. After only a few moments he felt Olivia move close to him and bury her face in his chest. He looked down at her with a confused look on his face, looked to either side of the room and then smiled. He closed his eyes again and began to smooth her hair under his hand and held her back with the other. He wondered if he would ever get the chance to do this with his own son or daughter. If Angelina Dornie had anything to do with it, he will be long dead before he sees his child's birth. He kissed Olivia on the top of her head as she finally stopped moving and got settled.

"Love you, Uncle Jack," she said in a whisper as sleep started to overtake her.

"Luv ye too, Olivia," he smiled.

"Will we get mommy and Kitty Kat back soon?" she asked as she drifted further into sleep.

Jack thought for a moment and took a deep breath, "Let me and Will worry 'bout tha' now. Go to sleep, now. Ye've 'ad a long day."

He soon heard measured rhythmic breaths from the small girl and pushed his head back into his pillows. Then he decided to do something that he hasn't done for the longest time. He squeezed his eyes and took a gulp of air.

'I know I 'aven't been the best 'bout actually contactin' ye. I wouldn' know where to begin,' Jack began to pray, 'Please jus' look out fer Elizabeth and Harriet, make sure they make it back. Olivia needs her mother- and face it, Will is lost without Liz. Above everythin' else, take care 'o Kat and our child. It may sound greedy 'o me, but I don' care. I wan' her safe from harm. I wan' her happy. I wan' her back in my arms. I wan' her to know, no matter wha', I will always be with her. Now, wha' was I suppose to say at the end 'o this. Aye, Amen.'

With that done, he finally fell back into a deep sleep, letting the darkness overcome him.

A/N: I know that was a really off the wall chapter, but I had to include it. I don't know how happy some of you will be, but I was reading through my first POTC fic and decided to do a third installment. Some characters will be there, when others will not, so don't too excited. I have a rough sketch on what I want to do, but it's not in stone yet. I'll ask you for some of your opinions as this fiction comes to a close, but I thought I might want to give you a heads up.

Anyway, what did you really think of this chapter. Please give me details, I love to hear back from you guys. R&R, thanks!