A/N: Oh God! An update from me! You all thought I was probably dead by now, ey? Probably would be thanks to work and school. But now that school is over and I finally have a laptop of my own I will have more opportunity to write. At least that is my hope. I can't believe I have put this off for so long. I hope you guys will forgive me and review anyway. I will really appreciate it and will try to get more motivation to type up the next chapter soon.

Chapter 14: Home

Jack sat in the hall outside of one of the many examination rooms in the Barbados hospice. He asked one of the other doctors that were running around the hospice to examine Kat, since they were both worried about the baby's health. She was still rather mad at the head doctor who had told them all to cut their losses when they had first arrived. Not to mention that both Kat and Harriet scared the Hell out of the blighter. At one point they had him pinned against the wall until they were both sure that he would cooperate with them. Jack never knew that Harriet had so much fight in her. But considering it concerned Olivia, he didn't blame her for being so emotional. All of a sudden Jack began to chuckle to himself as he remembered the blokes face when Harriet and Kat went at him after he said there was no hope.

He began to sober down as he remembered why she was in the room with a doctor in the first place. Both he and Kat were worried about the baby's health and its development. True, it was only about the size of his fist or so, but he wanted to make sure that none of that infected food had hurt his unborn child or Kat. If one or another was hurt or injured in a way that would prove to be fatal, he would kill Dornie personally. That was a promise to himself.

He shrugged it off as his new parental instincts taking over. He shook his head at the thought. Captain Jack Sparrow… a father. To really think about it is both an exciting and scary feeling. To think, he was a captain of a pirate ship and he was scared of an unborn child. But it was his unborn child. And it may be hurt. He frowned at the thought and closed his eyes for a moment to think. He opened them again to look at some of the candles lighting the hallway. Nothing, no one was going to take the experience of being a father away from him. Even if he had to kill the undead to do it.

After taking a breath he turned his head to find Norrington coming back down the hall with a cup in each of his hands. Jack was hoping for a beverage of some kind while sitting outside the door. But knowing Norrington, this wasn't going to be rum… or anything else of the sort. The Commodore was too much of a straight arrow to even touch the stuff.

Norrington sat down next to Jack and released his own sigh from his lungs. He had asked for Harriet to also be looked over and checked. She too was on that ship with infected water and bread. She had just as much of a chance as Kat did to have something wrong. Besides that, she had secretly been telling him that she had been feeling awkward about the baby the past week or so. She hadn't told anyone else in fear that they would worry about her when they should have really been worrying about her daughter. But she had confided in him that she was barely showing any signs of her new pregnancy other than her moodiness. Although, that could also be chalked up to the lack of sleep she had been receiving and pushing herself through. Late nights at Olivia'sbedside, not to mention the sleepless nights when she wasn't with her.

Norrington turned to Jack and handed him one of the cups while taking a gulp from the other one. Jack took the cup and looked questioningly at Norrington. He took a sniff and found a strange, yet soothing aroma waft up fromthe liquid in his cup.

"Wha's this?" Jack looked at the liquid and tried to tip the cup back and forth to see how the drink reacted in the cup. He was hoping that he could maybe slip some rum into it when the good 'ol commodore wasn't looking.

"It's tea... herbal," he muttered and looked toward the door after a long sip, "It's suppose to help with the nerves."

"Some help it be givin' ye," Jack muttered under his breath.

"What could be taking him this long? It was only a simple check over wasn't it?"

"Calm yerself, mate. They 'ave te be thorough," Jack took a sip of the tea and made a disappointing face at it, "If they don' I'll kill 'em. And they know it."

"I can take that was a threat to the medical professionals and arrest you, you know?" Norrington smirked at the thought.

"Well, call me crazy, Norrington," Jack took a pause to look at the potted plant at the side of him and poured the tea in its soil. He looked back at Norrington to find him still concentrating on the door, "But if they didn' do the same with Harriet, ye would be righ' behin' me. Sword and pistol drawn to kill."

Norrington chuckled and nodded, "I would have never guessed that I would sitting with you talking calmly about killing another person. Doctors even. And to top it all off we're laughing about it."

"Strange 'lil world, ain't it?" Jack smirked and tipped his hat over his eyes, "Te tell ye the truth, I though' ye would hang me before ye would talk civil te me."

"Before this… you would have been right," he took another breath and watched as a nurse came from the examining room to bring back two more nurses and a doctor into the room with her. All had frantic or worried faces on and Norrington noticed. He also noticed the red stain on the first nurse's gown. He had seen it more than enough times to know that it was blood. He stood up before they all could pass him and stopped one of the nurses before they entered the room.

"What's going on?" he held gently to her arm.

"We're handling the situation," she said and gently pushed Norrington back into his seat, "She's going to be just fine, sir."

Jack tilted his hat back and looked up at the nurse, trying to put Norrington back at peace, "Wha' kind 'o situation would ye be referin' to?"

"She's going to be just fine," she repeated in her nurse-reassuring voice and looked at Jack in the eyes, "The baby is acting a bit abnormal in the womb. We will do every-"

That's all Jack had to hear before he shot out of his chair and tried to reach the door beyond the nurse. The nurse caught him before he could even reach the door. She firmly pressed her hand on his chest and told him stay in the hall. Of course, Jack didn't want to listen to the woman. His wife could be having complications and all he wanted to do was to be there for her if that was the case. He tried once again for the door, although this time Norrington was right behind him.

"Gentlemen, please," the nurse urged them, "We are doing all we can, but I cannot do my job if I am standing out her trying to restrain you two."

Both men took a step back when hearing the reasoning in her explanation. She nodded in thanks and slipped back into the room to help the poor woman. Jack stood immobile, unmoving as the door slid shut and clicked into place. He knew something was wrong with Kat. There was a feeling that he had, sickening… like he had turned back into a skeleton… and most of all he was scared that he was going to lose her and his child. Norrington stood next to him and tried to slow down his breathing.

They both began to sit back down when they heard a woman scream from inside the exam room. Within one second they were both back to their senses and Jack was bursting through the door, without a single thought on his mind other than Kat. He wasn't waiting any longer and wasn't going to argue with anyone else. As soon as he walked through the door he saw two men try to come toward him to stop him, but he pulled out his pistol and aimed it at the two men who backed down quickly. They let him through and just watched him walk toward the curtains. Norrington was right behind him, not caring what it took anymore.

"Commodore? Are you going to allow this?" one of the doctors asked as Norrington passed them.

"It depends if we actually receive answers we are searching for or not," he shot back. He saw Jack walk through the curtain and then stepped back out immediately. He held out his hand toward Norrington from coming forward.

"Believe me, mate… don't."

There was another scream that ripped from a figure behind the curtains. Not a scream of pain, but one of absolute anguish and distress. Jack wouldn't have been out there with him if it were Kat. Something was wrong with Harriet, and she needed him.

He quickly pushed past Jack and ran through the curtains. Kat was holding on to Harriet around the shoulders as her cousin sobbed uncontrolled into her shirt. The end of the bed was covered in her blood and she looked like an absolute mess. Nurses hurried in and out of the small room trying to clean what they could. At the side of the room, Norrington caught a glimpse of a tray covered by a small white cloth. He could see the small, undeveloped features of a child underneath the cloth. She had lost her child. For no reason, she had lost her child to an early delivery.

Kat looked up at him and then at Harriet quickly. She leaned Harriet back for a moment and whispered something into her ear. She nodded and looked up to see Norrington standing before her. He walked over to her side and knelt down next to the bed where she immediately threw her arms around his neck, and continued to sob.

"I lost… I lost him…" she sobbed and held tightly to him.

"Shh…" he tried to sooth her by rubbing on her back.

Kat shut her eyes to let some tear escape, but then silently slipped out from the curtain. The blood from the miscarriage covered her hands and clothes. Something just reacted in her body, and triggered an early delivery. First Harriet looses her husband, and her daughter is on the edge of life… now she's lost the baby. What else could go wrong for her family?

Kat could feel the tears begin to burn in her eyes again. She cradled her stomach and began to rock back and forth on her heels, watching the ground. The doctors thought she checked out fine and then moved on to Harriet. What if they were wrong? What if she was going to have a miscarriage too? What if somehow her baby is delivered prematurely and dies underneath a small white cloth?

A hand gently brushed over her shoulder and she knew that it was Jack, "Luv…?"

"It was a little boy…" she said quietly, "Sh…she was going to have a son."

"Come 'ere," Jack turned her around and she hugged him tightly. He didn't care about all the blood and he didn't care that she was crying with all her might. He would hold her until she has stopped crying, and even longer than that. He would keep her and their baby safe. That she was always sure of.

"She can't take much more of this, Jack," Kat took a deep breath to regain her composure and chocked back some of the tears, "Her spirit's going to break if we don't do something. She's going to loose everything if Olivia doesn't make it… we have to do something. That little girl is all she has left."

"And we are goin' to do somethin'," Jack nodded and kissed her forehead, "Even if it kills me, we will find a cure. I give ye me pirate word."

Kat closed her eyes and just fell into his chest, trying to keep herself safe in the only place that she could feel so. In Jack's arms encompassing her and tightly holding on. He wasn't going anywhere, and neither was she or the baby.


The next day Jack and the crew boarded the Pearl, ready to set sail for Nassau and a possible cure for Olivia and the other children. Of course, Will and Elizabeth joined him on the mission, taking their children along for the ride. Jack was going to argue the point, that was until they made their own grand point that they didn't want to keep the children in a place that was know to have contracted the disease. Even if they were all ready exposed, they shouldn't be around it more than they had to be. Once they reached Nassau, the children will stay on the ship while they went on land. And if Olivia couldn't hold on before they got back... They didn't know how Jesse would handle it. They were best friends. And to lose that at such an early age wasn't in Will or Elizabeth's plans. Jack reluctantly agreed and the Turner family once again boarded the Pearl for another adventure.

Kat was in the Captain's Cabin as soon as she bid her cousin goodbye. At least for the meantime. Harriet was staying at Olivia's bedside, in her own bed of course. She had to regain the strength and the blood she had lost in the miscarriage. She was still very weak, and emotionally broken. Which was not at all surprising to anyone. But what was surprising- at least to Jack- was the fact that Norrington was leaving her side. Especially after she lost her little boy. He wanted to help find a cure. They all did. He understood that. But this would be the first time in weeks that Norrington would leave her sight. Or vise-versa. He'll be a nervous wreak the whole voyage and he knew it.

Jack sighed as he walked into the Captain's cabin after he set the right coordinates and left the steering to Gibs and Anamaria. He fell back onto the bed, laying across it's width and put his hat over his face. He felt his heavy boots pull his feet toward the floor at one side of the bed. His crew is a bit more apprehensive and he knows it. Another deep breath and he caught the scent.

"Ye already know tha' I know yer at the door, so don' even try to sneak up on me, luv," he tipped his hat up to find Kat leaning against the door frame leading into their small wash room.

"For your information, I was not going to sneak up on you, Jack," she smirked and walked over to the bed only to sit on the side next to him. She fell back to lay beside him and let her own feet dangle over the side. Her boots were thrown over to the side of the room as soon as she got on board. She closed her eyes and heard the almost distant waves hit at the hull of the ship.

"Wha's wrong?" Jack turned on his side and looked down at his wife.

"Everything... did you really need to ask?" she opened her eyes and looked up at him, "I feel guilty just leaving her like that. After... what happened," she absentmindedly stroked her own lower stomach where their unborn child was growing. Apparently and thankfullyhealthy.

"Kat," he put an hand over the one that was on her lower stomach, "She wasn' goin' to leave Olivia's side. And the only reason ye be is the fact that we may actually fin' somethin' to cure 'er of wha' ever this be."

"That's true," Kat nodded and groaned, "I just don't know what to feel, Jack. How is it that my child has survived when so many others must suffer and perish?"

"First off, luv, it's our child," he patted her stomach once again, "And second, I rather it happen to the bloke down the street then to my family."

"Jack! That's a horrible thing to say!" Kat sat up and leaned back on her elbows, trying her best to stare him down.

"Ye think the same thin'. Ye can't disagree with tha'."

She stopped short and slowly nodded her head. It was true. She was glad that it was happening to others and not her family. To her baby. But why in the world did it have to be her cousin that had to go through the tragedy of losing a child. Wasn't losing Robert enough damage to one heart? And a second child on the brink of death. All the cause of a crew of miserable cowards. Led by a woman who only thinks of death and revenge.

"I just... sometimes I don't understand why things happen the way they do," she said quietly and got up to look out the huge windows in the cabin, "Why Olivia of all the children? Why Robert? Why does she have to be after you?"

"Because she didn' kill me the first time, luv," Jack tried to joke but saw that he failed when she didn't look back at him. She kept her eyes on the red and orange waves from the sunset, "An' we will save 'er, luv... I gave ye and Harriet me word. We're goin' to find it. Olivia will not be lost. Not when Cap'n Sparrow 'as anythin' to say about it."

Kat smiled and looked out at the sea, "I believe you, Jack. You haven't let me down yet."

"There's no way I could," he wrapped his arms around her from behind and laid his head on her shoulder as he looked out at the sea as well.

"Unless you left me behind on another God Forsaken beach again," she smiled and they both chuckled with one another. Trying to comfort one another. They took a look over the countless waves and couldn't find anything better than being home. It was good to be home.