AN-So here's the second bit. As a little heads-up, I might end up working "Half Jack" by The Dresden Dolls into the story a little while later, but I'm not sure. That song is where the idea for the story came from, but whether or not I'll write the actual lyrics into the story is still up in the air.

As you were!

No one knew, of course. No one, that is, except for the baby's true parents. When the child was but a month old, Elizabeth arranged a meeting with Captain Sparrow, sub rosa, in the dead of night. Sarah accompanied her.

"I know she is not Will's," Elizabeth admitted, the first words exchanged between the parents in almost a year. "I missed…I was…irregular, directly after…following…when Will and I went through our rough spot," she sputtered awkwardly. "That…and she already has your nose, God help her."

Jack may or may not have heard what Elizabeth had to say. He couldn't pry his eyes away from the infant for even a second. He knew he was looking at his baby. His love. Jack new he was experiencing love, gazing at-

"My child. My daughter."

Elizabeth failed to repress a smile. "Hold her, Jack," she whispered, extending the sleeping bundle. As he took the child in his arms, she began to stir, but did not cry when she set her brown doe eyes upon her father for the first time. Instead, she cooed contentedly.

"My child. My Sarah," he whispered again, feeling tears run down his cheeks. Tears? Impossible. Captain Jack Sparrow didn't cry.

But oh, for his love he did.

"Jack," Elizabeth interjected softly, "I think you know what I'm going to ask of you."

Sparrow shook his head, held his creation closer, and whispered, "No, don't ask, my God please don't ask this of me…" Elizabeth's eyes filled with tears as well.

"You can't ever be her father, Jack. You mustn't. Will must be her father, and it can only make it easier if you tell yourself that now. Will Turner is her father. She is Sarah Turner."

Jack continued to shake his head, taking an unconsciously step back or two. "No, no no! I am her father! I am her father!"

"Jack!" Elizabeth exclaimed, snatching the child away. "Jack…oh, Jack, goodbye!" She cried, and then turned and fled.

Captain Jack Sparrow was left shaking his head, tears flowing, as the only two women that had ever mattered ran from him.