Disclaimer: same as all the other disclaimers, I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean!

Right here it is the last chapter of this story! This chapter is just Lily explaining what had happened over the past three months and any loose ends are now tied in this chapter. It's a short chapter but I promise the first chapters of the third story will be up very very very soon. Enjoy!

Chapter 22

We all laughed awkwardly, glad that it was out in the open, I was glad that the similarity issues running round in my head. We didn't say anything about it after that; there was nothing to do or to say about it, we just have to get on with it and nothing changes.

The next couple of months was just simply getting used to the baby and recovering from the labour. Even though it was getting some used to, not being pregnant, I didn't hesitate on putting on one of my many corsets, it took time to get used to it being so tight but I loved the feeling of being me again. The corset outside of the shirt thing was how I was recognised, my source of protection in a way, no one wanted to mess with Lily Sparrow.

Everything was just the same since Bill's little outburst, there was nothing anyone could do to change it, it was just funny how everyone ended up living together on one ship, well two in our case, Oliver is still captain of the Star Maker and it still sailing alongside us.

Charlotte was a curious little lass. She knew who her mother and father are, she knows who her grandfather is and she is getting used to Elizabeth, Will, Anamaria and Bill, but if anyone else holds her she looks at them strangely and then cry's her heart out. We found that out when Richard and Ben held her, then we experimented with Gibbs and Cotton and we got the same response. She had nearly a full head of my black hair and I swear her eyes are going a darker brown by the day. She had taken a particular interest in the twins, as they have with her, they really like each other, I can tell they'll be great friends when they are older and I think they'll be getting up to lots of mischief and mayhem, as is expected of them since they are Turner's and Sparrow's.

Father has really taken to Charlotte or Charlie as he calls her, I will end up calling her Charlie but it doesn't seem right at the moment. I often catch Dad talking to Charlotte much like he did with the twins, I bet her first word will be 'Captain' like 'little' Jack's was.

The twins are now a year and a few months old, Charlotte is three months old and Oliver and I had our first anniversary the other week. I got drunk that night for the first time since being pregnant!

No one had mentioned Clara since the day after she died, apparently when I was unconscious, father himself had dragged her body off the Pearl and thrown her overboard, along with her things.

Things had been fairly simple and straight forward these past few months. I had a routine everyday; get up, feed Charlotte, feed myself, work and look after Charlotte, eat something, sit around in the evenings with the other crew members, put Charlotte to bed and then have a drink and a sing song with the crew depending on what moods we're all in. For me it was boring, but I'm sure for other mums like me it was pure bliss. Not for me. I was waiting for Charlotte to grow up more so we could go on a proper adventure. We are pirates after all.

I sing the pirate song to Charlotte to get her asleep. She seems to enjoy it but I think the rocking of the ocean helps her get to sleep asleep. She also won't go to sleep without her blanket; we had discovered that when Anamaria took it to be washed and didn't return it until the next day, I never let Anamaria take it again.

I had my own rocking chair next to Charlotte's cot which I used to sit in when she wasn't sleeping and I couldn't leave her. I often sit there and think about what adventures we will get up to when the three children are older, but I am sure just watching the three of them grow up will be an adventure in itself. As for me, I was longing for a proper pirate adventure, some pillaging and pilfering, fighting with other blood-thirsty pirates, sailing the Caribbean for treasure and drinking rum to our hearts content. Aye. There was no life better than a pirate's life. Adventure was what I was longing for, and adventure I will living through in a short amount of time. I am sure of it.

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I'd like to thank all the reviewers and those who have read this story but not reviewed. I have told you all countless times that you have been a big help whilst writing this story. I have been looking at all the reviews and I am shocked to find so many…but a few more wouldn't hurt (hehehe)

Cookie count! I have been looking through the reviews for the cookies you lot like to send me and I have… 12 cookies and 1 cookie jar (thanks to whyistherumalwaysgone!) so thank you to everyone who sent me cookies lol.

I have begun to write the next story so it should be up by next Monday at the latest, if possible I'll try and upload it tonight!

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