Disclaimer: Unfortunately I was not ingenious enough to think of POTC

As Liz walked upstairs, she hardly but knew what she was going to do.

'Mum thinks that I'm upstairs, but she also thinks that I'm Julia. Mmmm. If I get Julia into any more trouble, she'll personally kill me. On the other hand, it would be nice to see her suffer for a little while. Wait a minute! I'll be myself again and when mum asks where Julia has went I'll tell her that Julia went out the window again. Ohhh! Who is so clever? That's right! ME!'

When Liz finished getting properly dressed, she felt normal again. She no longer looked like a bandit in disguise. She looked like Elizabeth Charlotte Turner. She, of course, was standing straight and walking slowly as she descended the stairs. Thinking back to when Julia and her were little she remembered how Julia was never any good at acting real lady-like. She on the other hand, was always getting rewarded for her proper behavior and what she supposed was her "sucking up."

When her mother saw Liz walking down the stairs, she was pleased

"At least one of my daughters is proper. Where is your sister, love?"

'This is it, my chance to really get Julia in trouble'

"I do not know, mother. She climbed out the window after she came up the stairs"

"I beg your pardon. She left?"

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it's not your fault."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to do nothing. I just do not care anymore. Perhaps your father will choose to do something, but if not, well then she can just be on her own like she wants to be. Oh Elizabeth, I'm sorry, but I have to go right now, I have to finish getting ready."

"Getting ready? But mother, you look stunning right now!"

"Oh, you're so sweet." Elizabeth said leaving Liz alone to ponder her thoughts

'Damn her! Why does she have to be so easy going toward Julia, you know if it were me, I'd be dead!'

Ten minutes later, Elizabeth stepped into the parlor looking very pleased about something. She sat down and decided to wait for her husband. She had told him to meet her there. When he finally arrived she glanced him over. Fifteen years, and she still was happy. Looking at Will's deep brown eyes and his dark brown hair, it was something to know that no one else ever went after him. He was gorgeous.

"Mi-lady? You called for me?"

"Yes, yes I did."

"May I inquire as to the occasion?" he said mockingly

"WILL! You really have to cut that out. You're starting to make the kids think that that is all right."

"I am disinclined to acquiecse your request." He said in the same tone and widened his eyes, but when Elizabeth looked at him sternly he stopped. "Alright. What was it that you wanted to tell me anyway?"

"Will, I think you should have a seat."

"What? You don't think I'm man enough to hear it standing up?"

"Okay, well, William Turner, I think we're going to have another child."

"You mean you're pregnant? How many months? How long have you known? Do you think it's a boy or a girl? This all makes sense now. Would this be the reason we couldn't... you know, the other night? And why you've gotten three new outfits made in the last two weeks?"

"Yes, that would be the reason."

"So how many months?"

"I think it's been four and a half."

"And you didn't tell me!"

"You didn't ask!"

"Well it's not something you ask someone everyday, Elizabeth. Have you seen a doctor yet?"

"Yes I have. He came the other day."

"Well where was I?"

"The same place you always are - the blacksmith's shop."

"Oh, right. So what do you think it is?"

"It doesn't feel like it did when we had he girls, so I am guessing it's a boy again."

"Does anyone else know?"

"Just you me and a doctor! Oh and the commodore."

"You told the scumbag before you told me? Elizabeth. How could you?"

"Well, it just sort of slipped out. Besides, he is my godfather."

"Well I'll say. And when are we going to tell the young ladies?"

"Tonight, with everyone else."

"This is what this party is for?"

"Yes. Now we really must be going. I can't wait to tell everyone the good news! That is if everyone is there."

"Whatever do you mean, dear?"

"Oh, Will! You're daughter ran off again."

"Elizabeth? I thought she got over her fears of people." he said humorously, though it was not to Elizabeth of course.

"You know perfectly well I meant Julia. Elizabeth would never do such a thing."

"Well, maybe she just needed some fresh air. I'm sure she'll be there."

"Well if she's not, I do not care."

"You don't?"

"No! I won't."

"Hang on. If she can get away with not going then why can't I?"

"William James Turner!"

"Relax! I wouldn't dream of leaving you all alone. Now why won't you care?"

"If she chooses not to attend, then I choose not to be her mother anymore. Will, I need you to stand behind me 100 on this one. She has been impossible since the day she was conceived and I will not tolerate it anymore! She knows about the party, If she's there, we'll go on as if nothing has happened. If she is not, she will not be welcome in the Turner residence any longer."

"But what if we just-"

Will stopped. Elizabeth was already out the door and he knew it was useless to argue. He had seen her act like this only once before and it was when she had disowned her first child, Andrew. Where Andrew was at the moment no one really knew, but no one really cared either. The girls hardly knew about him. They thought he was some distant cousin of a nephew of Jack's. It was better off that way anyhow.

Following Elizabeth and his daughter they left the deceased governor's house, entered a carriage and were on their way to the commodore's house.

A/N: I hope you liked it. Later! JBT