The next day when Bill came to visit, it was as if he became a new man over night – or at least from the outside. His hair was tied back nicely; he wore a fine hat with pressed straight trousers and vest. He even wore cufflinks on his shirt, although if the eye wandered far enough down you could notice his tattered and worn boots. Will greeted him with a smile and invited him in. Right away he could tell he was uncomfortable. He mechanically and quickly removed his hat- as he remembered it wasn't polite to leave it on in the house.

"Come in, won't you." Will offered, extending is hand in the house.

Bill gave him a pleasant grin and stepped in. He immediately scanned the stairs then the living room where he saw Elizabeth reading, with Kate in her cradle near her, toying with a string of beads.

"Hello Bill!" Liz greeted him. She stood and went to the man and buried him in a warm hug, having to stand on her tiptoes to reach around his shoulders.

"Hello Elizabeth. Its nice to see you again, this time a mother."

Liz beamed at the mention of 'mother' from another person other than Will – she liked the title. "Yes I am. And this time you're a grandfather."

He smiled and she led him toward the small oak cradle near the chair she was in a moment before. Slowly she knelt down and picked up the buddle of blankets as she brought her up to meet Bill's awestruck eyes.

"I know it's customary to name the first born daughter after the father's mother… but Will insisted that she be named Katherine after my mother." She continued hesitantly. "But if we have another girl she surely will be named Abigail." Liz searched Bill's face for any look of disapproval. She found none as Bill held the baby in his arms.

"She's beautiful Elizabeth. The spitting image of her mother – I can already tell."

Liz slightly blushed at the comment and smiled.

"William, my boy…you have done mighty well for yourself I have to say. When I first laid eyes on your wife I knew you had the Lord on your side. And now I see this little bundle here and I'm for certain you're a blessed man." Bill professed as he turned to Will who was standing near the fireplace.

Will looked down, slightly embarrassed. He walked over to his father and hugged him – as much as a baby in his arms would allow – and pulled away with a pat on his shoulder. "You have done well for yourself too…just in a slightly different way."

A few more weeks passed, and with the advising of Mrs. Yates she urged Elizabeth not to succumb to her and Will's desires to make love. It was torture for them both, but a slight relief for Liz, who was feeling quite conscious of her body. She gained practically no weight during her pregnancy but her body had still changed. Her breasts were larger and were sore to the touch. Her hips were slightly wider with more of a womanly curve to them. All of these changes Will had noticed with a keen eye, and admired her – but from afar, for they refrained from having each other. During this time he spent much of his day at home, helping Elizabeth care for Katie, and also to spend time with his daughter. The nights were long and fraught with sleeplessness. Will would always get up first to comfort the crying child, but more often than not it was Elizabeth that she wanted – it was milk that she wanted. He thought it would be good for Elizabeth to have a change of pace. Will decided that he would finally take her to Port Royal to visit her father. When he proposed the idea to his wife, her face brightened in a broad smile before jumping into his arms and showering him with kisses. They both discussed and agreed that Jack Sparrow wouldn't be able to accompany them on their voyage. It was too dangerous for him to set foot on that island and it would be far less stressful if he didn't come at all. When Will went to the docks to find Jack (where the crew had been docked for some time now) he was nowhere to be found. He inquired the Harbormaster if he knew anything about the Captain's whereabouts; he replied that the Pearl had left yesterday morning – heading east. Will knew that Haiti was south and Jack had no intentions on going, he merely lied to him to subdue his worries. He put it all in the back of his mind to concentrate on Elizabeth and getting them all to Port Royal, where – hopefully, they would be welcomed.

"Thank you sir, your hospitality is very much appreciated." Will said, shaking the hand of Captain Lewis.

"Its my pleasure. But listen, the crew is rather spooked to have a woman aboard. If you could stay below deck as much as possible, Mrs. Turner, it would be for the best."

Elizabeth nodded and gave him a complacent smile, reluctantly knowing he was right. The couple went below deck and got their things in order. This ship was the only one going to Port Royal for another three weeks, so Will had paid the Captain for their keep if he would take them along with his cargo. The captain only had one other stateroom, which he offered to the family generously. Although they were only on the ship for a mere four days, Elizabeth was wary of the crewmembers. Will told her it was only a mother's nature to want to protect her baby from the new world. When they went above on deck it was usually at night when it was cool and most of the crew was dining. It was lovely to Liz, to have her husband's arm around her waist, her head resting on his shoulder and her child close to her chest- fast asleep, looking over the blue clear waters of the Caribbean.

When the sailor in the crow's nest announced that the port grew near, Elizabeth felt her heart leap to her throat and pound fiercely. It had been a year since she had eloped with Will and deserted her father. She was hesitant yet anxious to see him again. When they docked, Will thanked the Captain again and left him and the crew to their original business. It wasn't far to walk from the docks to the Swann Mansion but it felt like a 10-mile trudge for Elizabeth. Her head was on a swivel, constantly looking out for people she knew, generals in the navy who would recognize her, or her father himself. Will could feel her body tense with his hand on her back. He saw her eyes were slightly wide and her mouth pursed as if nervous. He bent down and kissed her cheek gently to try and ease her tension. She glanced up at him with a smile, she knew he was trying to sooth her but it was to no avail. Elizabeth was on pins and needles. As they walked through the market place up the hill, a group of women standing by a shop noticed the young couple. One tried to discreetly point while two others knelt their head in a whisper. None of them got the courage to walk up talk to them, but they didn't need to according to Elizabeth, she knew that everyone was still appalled that she – the governors daughter, one of the most desired young women on the island, was now married to William Turner, left Port Royal in the middle of the night and ventured to America, and now carried a baby in her arms. It was quite the scandal. It wasn't that Elizabeth was ashamed of what she had done. To her, it was the best thing that could have ever happened to her. The thing that worried her was all that her father had endured. He had to be the one to sit at dinners with his prestigious acquaintances and hear the whispers at the far end of the table: "My what a poor unfortune. His daughter running off with that blacksmith like that… How those pirates corrupted her! If I were in his position I wouldn't know how to endure such shame."

They walked up the drive and to the steps of the mansion. Will held his arm around her firmly, to make sure she was aware that she wasn't alone. Elizabeth's hands tightened around Kate's blanket. Will knocked on the door; it threw his mind back to the last time he had been in this position. It was the same night he asked Elizabeth to dinner, only a day before they eloped. Elizabeth breathed in sharply as she heard footsteps on the other side. She had been writing letters to her father the entire time, simply to let him know she was safe. Liz never gave away any detailed information on where they lived or how to contact them. The last letter she wrote wasn't very recent. It was to inform her father that Will had fallen ill and she was in search of a credible physician to care for him. That was almost five months ago.

The door opened and Mr. Paxton, as usual was there to greet the guests. His common stoic nature was rattled when he saw the blacksmith and his former mistress standing in the doorway. "Miss Swann" He bowed quickly.

She smiled and did a slight curtsey. "It's Mrs. Turner now, Henry." She whispered.

He cleared his throat and straightened up as he heard footsteps nearing from the hallway. "Yes Ma'am."

"Henry who is it?" The voice called, rounding the corner.

Elizabeth's heart did a summersault as she heard her father's voice so near to her once again. When Governor Swann came in plain view of his guests he halted immediately and put his hand involuntarily to his mouth. "Elizabeth…"

"Father." She said in a low whisper, trying not to let to tears fall. She gently handed the baby to Will who accepted her as Elizabeth ran to her father with open arms. Weatherby pressed her head to his shoulder and closed his eyes in sweet thanks for having his daughter in his arms again.

"Oh how I've missed you." He whispered in her hair.

"I've missed you too father, so much." She replied as her attention to holding back her tears faltered when a stream of them began to fall down her cheeks.

When they parted, he held her by her shoulders examining her. "My how you've changed." He said with a grin. "What about you is different?..."

Elizabeth turned herself so he could see Will standing in the foyer a few steps behind her, holding Kate in his arms. "Well she's something quite different." She said, looking to her father's expression to tell her what he thought.

"Oh my…" He said, eyes fixed on the baby as he drew near. "That's what it is..." Weatherby took the girl in his arms and looked from Katie to Elizabeth and fixed his eyes on his grown-up little girl. "You look like your mother."

That night Will and Elizabeth lay in bed with an odd sense of security, a different form that they hadn't felt in a long time. Liz placed her head on Will's chest while his arm was draped around her shoulder, keeping her as close as possible.

"Liz…do you think your father is truly happy about Kate?"

She looked up at him from her place at his chest. "I know his look of contentness…it was in his eyes. He enjoys the thought of being a grandfather. This just might not be the way he planned on going about it."

"He sure was happy to see you. He gave you the same look he had when you came back home from our incident with Jack."

Liz giggled. "Yes, that same 'grateful I'm alive', 'shocked to see me unharmed', and wary of the events that occurred' – look…. I know what you mean."

Will kissed the top of her head and slid further into bed to become more face to face with her. "I think both our fathers have mastered that look."

She smiled and kissed his nose. "Yes, but isn't it nice to have reconciled with them?"

Will looked up to the ceiling and nodded in agreement after a moment. "Now that's something neither of us have quite got the hang of until now."