Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own POTC.

Walking downstairs, the commodore, Brian, and Julia heard a knock on the door. Guests must be arriving thought Julia as she noticed the doorman walk over to the door to open it. Seeing that it was her mother, father, and sister, she didn't greet them. For ignoring them, the commodore picked up the sack he had on him and started to jingle it. Right away Julia knew what he meant and greeted the other three Turner's to the commodore's house. She unfortunately was forced to welcome her sister and then her father. When her mother came to the door she started to greet her, but stopped when she noticed Elizabeth staring at her with her mouth hanging open.

"Mum, what is it?"

"Julia? Julia Turner?"

"That's me!"

"You're, you're wearing a corset."

"That I am, too. It is very painful, might I add."

"You like pain?" Will said smugly, but shut up as soon as Elizabeth looked at him. It seemed as though, to Julia, whenever anyone mentioned anything from Jack's story to her mother or to the commodore, they reacted in a very unpleased manner. It proved that the story was, in fact, true, but why they looked so pissed off was something the child could not comprehend.

"Shall I take you to the party room?" bellowed the commodore, interrupting Julia's thoughts.

"Aw well, think some other time, but you'll never figure it out" a voice said to her. When she turned around she saw her dad smiling, but she didn't realize that she stared blankly at him.

"What?" she said confused

"I saw your face when your mother looked at me" he said so only I could hear "They'll deny it, but you know what? They really had something going on between them. Before I came along of course."

"Of course, Dad. No one could resist you!"

"That's right! I'll see you later my dear."

"Goodbye, father." Julia said as she saw him going into the party room to join his wife, who seemed to be looking very plump today. 'Mmmm, must check that out later. Now where did my lovely escort go? He was looking dazzling the last time I saw him.' She thought as she set out to find Brian upstairs.

When she walked upstairs, though, she noticed the room she was in before had its door open. Going near it she heard nothing and decided to venture in. Inside nothing had changed that she knew of, except that the dressing screen had been taken out of the room. Just as she was about to leave a piece of paper on the desk caught her eye and she walked over to it. Picking it up to read what was written in someone's, obviously educated, scrawls, she heard two people engaged in a conversation coming her way. Quickly she looked around and saw no other door, except the one she came in through. Not thinking at all, she ran over to the bed, with the note still in hand, and looked under it. No dust seemed to be under it, so she wouldn't soil her beautiful gown that she was forced to wear. Sliding under just in time she noticed that the people had just entered the room and had closed the door behind them.

Judging by the feet of them, there was a lady and a gentleman, who both seemed to be of high class. Trying to position herself a little closer to the edge of the bed to see who it was, she stopped dead in her tracks. She could no longer breathe. Wondering why, she realized that she was still in a corset that she could hardly breathe in when she was standing up straight, let alone when she was under a bed trying to eavesdrop on two people that she shouldn't have been. Reaching back to where the lace was, she pulled one and realized that it was a big mistake. Letting out an involuntary yelp in pain, she tried pulling another one, this time with a little more luck. However, the two voices that were engaged in polite speech were suddenly dead quiet. Unfortunately for Julia, they had heard her cry of pain and were slowly advancing toward the bed. Or at least the man was.

"Where are you going, Samuel?" said a high pitched voice that sounded unfamiliar.

"I heard something." He replied. That voice seemed much too familiar to Julia for her not to recognize it. It was Samuel Gillette. How could she not have known? Just the stockings alone should have given him away.

"Well I didn't. Come on, you said you'd love to shame your friend in his own house. I'm ready." The woman said with an annoyed voice.

Soon Julia figured out what the two were talking about and she wished she hadn't. The two were making love to one another. It was an entirely private thing and Julia wished to be no part of it. The woman seemed to really enjoy messing around with the midshipman known as Samuel Gillette. At first Julia knew that they were just kissing because of the gags that had erupted from the lady, but they moved on. Several minutes later, she saw a dress being thrown from the bed that she was under and two people were on top of. Not to long after a shirt and breeches were following the dress. In a matter of seconds after that undergarments were being lazily tossed aside as the bed started to shake and the 'gags' became louder and louder. It was a wonder that no one had heard them.

Just as Julia thought she was going to vomit because of the actions going on above her the door opened. In came Commodore Norington along with three other men behind him. One appeared to be her dad, another Mr Brown and the other a younger lad, possibly Ian. However, what they did not expect was exactly what they walked in on. Seeing them all take a step back and closing the door, shocked Julia. She thought for sure that the commodore would have said something. But then again, it was an entirely private thing that two people did, certainly not in someone else's house and certainly not when the house that you were in was throwing a party.

After the four had left, the two got off the bed and started to converse again.

"That was brilliant, Samuel. Did you see the look on his face when he opened that door? He looked appalled!" the woman said, clearly satisfied.

"I know." He said just as enthusiastic.

Just as they had finished getting dressed, the commodore, along with three other men, walked back into the room. Few words were said, but enough to let Julia know that the wench that had just had a little intimacy with the midshipman happened to be a woman who the commodore was courting. Without much delay after that, the commodore asked the two to leave his house immediately. No protests were made and the two got up and left the room together.

Once they were gone, Julia could feel the commodore lay down on the bed. She even felt a little sorry for him. Her father soon walked over to the bed with Mr Brown to see if he was alright. When he responded he sounded depressed, but told them to leave him alone. Ian was just about to leave when the commodore stopped him. Getting up he walked over to the door to say something to him.

"You win" Norington started sounding rather depressed "Here is your sack, Mr Hawkins. Do as you'd like." And with that he left Ian standing alone in the room. Just as Ian was about to leave again, Julia sighed. She had survived at least an hour under the bed without giving away her position. As soon as she realized that she had sighed so loudly, though, she knew it was another mistake.

Ian's feet walked over to her and her eyes soon met his.

"You've been here this whole time?" he said sounding pissed off.

Not saying anything, Julia nodded and slid out from under the bed as Ian went over to close the door.

"What the bloody hell were you doing in here?" he said still sounding annoyed.

"I was looking for you and Brian when I saw the door open and then I came in here and found this." She said showing him the piece of paper she had picked up from the desk earlier.

"Well what is it?"

"I have no idea. I never got a chance to read it. Let's see." She said looking down at the paper, starting to read it with Ian:

Fourth of May

Dearest Godfather,

It has come to my attention that I may be a mother again in a few months. I am so thrilled to become an infant's mother again. It brings me joy to think that I will bring yet another child into the world. I even think it's a boy by the way I am carrying him. It seems just as though I am carrying an Andrew all over again. Hopefully he won't come out the same way as Andrew did though. I am just ever so excited, but nervous at the same time. I still have not told my husband or children of my new discovery, but I wish to. However, I do not want to tell them alone. Is it at all possible to have a party with them at any point, along with a few others? It would mean so much to me if you could be there with me when I told them.

Thank you dearly, Elizabeth

After Julia read this, Julia became overjoyed. She was going to have a little brother or sister. No doubt it would be awesome, but who was this Andrew child? And why did her mother say carrying the same way as him? She was the first born child of Elizabeth and she and Liz were the only children of her. Or so she thought. Looking at Ian, he had just finished reading the letter and was as shocked as Julia.

Soon Ian noticed that Julia was looking dazzled and wanted to comfort her. Putting his arm around her, he wanted to know whether or not she was okay and he asked her. When she said she was fine, he believed her, but then she went on.

"Who is this Andrew lad?" she questioned.

"I have no idea." He said honestly.

"And what does she mean by 'again'?"

"Once again, I'm fresh out. Perhaps-" he stopped. Mrs Turner would never have an affair, let alone with the commodore. Just suggesting that might upset Julia and he definitely did not want to do that. He loved her. He would do anything to please her and he would never suggest that her mother was a wench. Besides, he liked Mrs Turner. She was always very nice to him. She would never say that there was something going on with her, if he did not know that it was the truth.

"Perhaps what?" said Julia, curious to know what her friend was about to say.

"Perhaps we should go downstairs and find out." He covered up.

"Alright. Let's go!" she said, but as she was about to get up Ian stopped her. Looking into her eyes, his said something like 'stay with me'.

"What?" she said stupidly. She already knew that he liked her, maybe even loved, but she didn't know how much.

"You looks beautiful." He finally said in a reply.

"Thank you." She said blushing. It wasn't the first time that evening that someone told her that.

Soon after he leaned in to give her a kiss. Not after long, Julia was convinced. She wasn't sure if she loved Ian, but she sure did like him. She hated herself for it too. She could remember when she was little that she told herself that she would never depend on a man for anything, let alone for love. Anyway, she fell into the kiss and started to enjoy it. Ian really knew how to kiss it turned out. Soon there was a knock on the door and the two stopped immediately.

"Who's there?" Ian said annoyed. Clearly he had enjoyed making out with the beautiful Julia.

"May I come in? It is Elizabeth." Thinking that it was Liz, Ian said okay, but as soon as the door opened and Mrs Turner stepped in the room, Ian regretted it.

"Have you seen Ju-" she started, but stopped when she saw her daughter sitting on the bed with the back of her dress undone.

"Have you two been-" she started again when she fell silent. She couldn't bring herself to ask what they had been doing. Just saying it out loud was too harsh. Giving the both of them a long hard stare, Julia finally became conscious of why her mother was looking at her like that.

"Oh, mother! You didn't think that we did anything, do you?" she said innocently.

"As a matter of fact I do! Look at your hair and the back of your dress is undone. You better have a good excuse Miss Julia Elizabeth Turner."

"Oh dear. No mum, we were not doing anything. What happened was I became exhausted and came up here because I knew there was a bed in this room and I decided to lie down for a little while. When I went to lay down, I discovered that I couldn't breathe in this bloody thing you call a dress. I undid the laces a little and fell asleep. Soon after that Ian came in here and woke me up, telling me that my escort was looking for me." Julia said taking a large breath after that.

"Well, you better learn to watch that language of yours so that I don't have to help you. Are we clear, dear? And another thing. The next time you and Ian decide to find yourself in a room together alone, see that the door stays open or there will be much bigger consequences to pay. You are dismissed, Mr Hawkins."

"Sorry, Mrs Turner." He said as he left the room, leaving Julia to deal with Elizabeth all by herself.

In a matter of seconds, Julia's hair was placed in a neat curl on top of her head by her mother. Next her mum took the two laces of her dress and pulled, hard. Julia never felt it this tight before, but she couldn't say anything. She was already not in a good area with her mother and could no longer get away with her snide remarks. As her instincts told her to flinch, she tried to remain steady as her mother pulled even harder and tighter than she had before. Gasping for air, she supposed she deserved it. Her mother sure did give harsh punishments and it was bound to be a lesson she would never forget. The squeezing of a corset could make anyone remember not to do something wrong.

Finally, her mother was finished. Now that Julia's lungs had collapsed, she could possibly make it down to the stairs without killing herself – maybe. Elizabeth promptly left, telling Julia she should soon do the same. Just as she was about to walk out, she remembered the sack. Ian had put it down on the bed when they started to kiss. Running back to see if it was there, she smiled. It was a relief that her mother didn't see it. Picking it up, she was going to bring it with her, but looking around the dress, there was no way she could carry it with her. Placing it under the bed in her previous hiding spot, she left the room thinking that she would just come back later for it. Shutting the door closed she went downstairs and ran into Brian.

The two met up and went into the party room together. When he asked her where she had been, she told him that she and Ian were making out for the last hour and a half. They laughed about it, Brian not knowing that it was somewhat true, and then sat down just as the commodore said that he would like to propose a toast to the Turner's. Traditionally, whenever someone was proposed a toast, that person would go up afterwards and say a few words. The Turners did exactly that.

"Thank you, commodore" started Elizabeth as she took a sip of her wine in a very lady-like fashion. She went on to say how thrilled she was to be here. Then she decided to talk about how she had two wonderful children and that was when Julia and Ian kept looking at each other. They kept thinking about the note that they had found earlier and couldn't stop looking at one another. Once this was noticed by Brian, he became very upset. How could he have known what was going on? All he knew was that Julia and Ian were looking at each other and that he didn't like it very much. After Elizabeth told everyone her news, the room bustled in cheers. How exciting! It was the reason why no one noticed Brian excuse himself from Julia and why no one noticed that he went outside and that Ian had followed.

"You wanna care ta explain yerself?" Brian said angrily at Ian once outside.

"Explain myself about what?" Ian said, knowing that this conversation was focusing on Julia.

"Like where you were before?"

"That is none of your damn business, Brian."

"Why? Because you with her, weren't you?"

"With whom?" he said pretending he had no idea what he was talking about. It just infuriated Brian. He blew up.

"You love her! Don't you, you bloody bastard? The one thing I mighta had a chance at and you ruined it!"

"Yeah, I love her! You'd be stupid out of yer mind ta think I didn't! Yer the one who didn't even seem ta take note that I had already kissed her many a times!"

"Shut the hell up, you little horse's arse!" Brian yelled back. He was about to walk away when he decided to go back and take his anger out on something. That something just so happened to be Ian. Turning back he walked over to Ian and punched him right on the side of his face, allowing his nose to start bleeding.

"What the bloody hell is yer problem? I thought we were friends?" Ian said getting aggravated. Brian had pushed him too far. Since Ian knew that he was a bit taller and stronger than Brian, he decided to take him on. He wiped away the blood that was now pouring down his cheek from his nose. Brian had whacked him hard, but Ian was now almost ready to kill the boy. Taking his right fist he felt it collide with the cheek bone of Brian. That would definitely leave a bruise Brian would be able to remember. Not bad for a lefty Ian thought as he took his left fist now and hit him on the side of his nose, making his nose start to bleed as well.

Brian was not going to let Ian win. He had the adrenaline pumping through him to give him some strength to take on the six foot giant. Taking his right leg he smashed it into a place that shouldn't be hit, making Ian crumble to the ground. What he didn't expect was for Ian to bring him down with him by kicking him in the very same place as he fell. Now they were both down, struggling in pain. Soon Ian stood up. He would have to remember that move again, in case he needed a useful weapon. Deciding he would fight fairly, he waited for Brian to get up again. Once again they were back at throwing insults at one another.

"I hope that when you die, yer dirty, rotten bastard, that you go ta hell!" yelled Brian

"My only regret is that you'll already be there!" said Ian returning the favor.

"Shut up! Yer bastard!" he said, taking a swing and missing due to a distraction coming from the house. Five people had just emerged from the house one being Julia Turner and the other being Commodore Norington, himself.

"Yer the one who's the bastard Brian Gibbs!" he said taking his own shot and coming in contact with his other cheek.

Now the fight wasn't just about Julia. Ian had crossed the line. He was the only person Brian had ever told about his family and now he had opened his big mouth to tell everyone, including the one person he didn't want to find out – Julia. The only thing in Brian's mind, just then was to cause Ian as much pain as possible, but unfortunately for him, Julia had other plans for him. She stood in the middle of them so that they could no longer kill each other without hurting her. Once they calmed down she turned to Brian and quietly led him away into the commodore's house.

Up the stairs and into the room that Julia was now sick of, she sat him on the bed and closed the door. She didn't care about her mother's rule, she just wanted to talk to Brian and she was sure that her mother would be able to understand.

"Your last name is Gibbs?" she said finally, after they just sat in silence in one another's company.

"That it is." He replied glumly.

"How's that? Your dad is Mr. Gibbs?"

"No."

"Then how is your last name Gibbs?" she said getting irritated.

"He has a sister, Theresa Gibbs." He said depressed.

"So then, she's your mum. So who's your dad?"

There was no response. Looking over at Brian, Julia noticed his head was dropping.

"Who's your dad?" she repeated, this time getting a mumble for a response. "Who?"

When he didn't reply again she looked at him. It was not like Brian to be so deathly quiet.

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad, it's not like it's Commodore Norington, or anything." She said, but instantly regretted it. Looking at his face she knew it was. She was about to say something, but figured it would be inappropriate. She really didn't know what to say, but her insides were bursting to say something, anything. She couldn't believe that Commodore James Norington had sex, and the product being right here, in front of her.

After the initial shock of finding out that Brian was in fact the commodore's son and that he really did live there, Julia was found downstairs in the commodore's parlor. It was a large room and especially when you were by yourself, but Julia unfortunately would not get to have that pleasure. All she wanted to do was to relax without having to talk to anyone, but her sister had to intervene of course.

"Are you okay?" Liz asked somewhat concerned

"I guess." replied Julia. She wasn't used to her best friends fighting, let alone about her. Liz started to talk for a little while longer to her, but got the message that Julia did not want to talk. She finally departed the room, leaving Julia all alone to rest. She ended up falling asleep on the commodore's love seat and had this incredibly odd dream.

I was sitting on the edge of Jack's boat. It was nothing like I remembered, for this time he was just ignoring his favorite goddaughter. It wasn't like I was his favorite or anything, though – I was his only. We were working our way to the Island of the Dead, when the call rang out. Andrew, the one in the crow's nest called it. I looked around and saw Daddy bringing Liz downstairs. My mother was no where to be found, but I assumed that she was probably with Anna Maria down below decks with the cannons. I looked over the starboard side and noticed another ship. Looking to see if it was a British ship, I let out a stream of curses in rage. It was another pirate ship, albeit, not from our fleet. I ran to the helm and saw Jack, drunk as a bloody bastard in Tortuga. It was the same way all the time, whenever the possible threat of an enemy aroused, you could count on Jack to be a blasted drunk.

I ran downstairs and went to the guns. It was unlikely that Anna Maria knew that there was an enemy off the starboard. I saw my suspicions were correct in seeing my mother down there and that Anna Maria was clueless. When I told her about her drunk husband, she looked as if she were about to smack me – hard. I was almost glad my mother was there. We both ran up to the main deck and Anna Maria looked out. It would definitely take all of God's grace to get us through this one. Luckily, we had already had repairs on the ship when we had taken port in a place far south from Port Royal. Seeing Daddy coming back upstairs, I was comforted. Now we could take charge up here, while Anna Maria did what she was best at; the guns.

The first shots were made as the two ships came side by side one another. It was a sorry excuse, to say so myself, that the Hurricane barely damaged the Black Pearl considering its size compared to ours. The next shots were made and I knew we would be in trouble. One of the cannonballs landed on the masts, tearing down the riggings. It was exactly what was happening in Jack's story, only now it was definitely real. However, the Black Pearl wasn't known as being the most infamous pirate's ship for nothing. Daddy had a few tricks up his sleeve and what he did next I could not describe because it happened so fast. Soon, though, the men from the other crew were yelling and screaming like there was no tomorrow. Dad was on there ship now with direct orders of leaving me in charge until he or Anna Maria came over.

It seemed like he was the master of some mighty fine sword play and within minutes he had the poor bloody suckers surrendering. Thinking that it was over and that he would come back, I had no idea that Jack had his own thoughts and before I knew it, he too was on the Hurricane, acting like the true, drunken pirate that he was. He took all the crew's valuable's and then made all twelve crew members walk the god damn plank, shooting the first mate and hanging the bloody captain first. Not one of them had protested, except maybe the first mate, but then again, that's why he was shot. As if that wasn't enough, it was obvious to me that Jack was intent on sinking the boat, I sighed. I had always grown up being on a ship with dirty rotten cods, but Jack never ceased to amaze me with his ways. Once he blasted a hole that was big enough, he swung back over to the Black Pearl and stood proudly in front of me, as my father followed suit. His only flaw was that he was so drunk now that he fell to the deck, just as Anna Maria came up from below with her gunshots being rung in the air.

When Julia woke up, she was sweating. Gathering her surroundings, she remembered the events of what took place that night. She got up and walked into the party room, where only her family, the commodore, Brian, and Ian were sitting. The commodore was busy scolding the two boys, while Liz was getting into trouble herself. She apparently had pretended to be Julia earlier that evening and Will and Elizabeth had found out about it.

Shortly after Julia arriving in the party room, the room fell silent. Not too long after the adults in the room were talking about the baby, while the teenager's had a few words of their own. Brian and Ian had both apologized to one another and were now happily speaking of the baby as well. Catching Julia and Liz's attention, Will and Elizabeth asked the girls what they thought.

The only thing Elizabeth was not ready to answer was the exact question Julia had asked. Seeing the faces of Brian, the commodore, and her parents made her think that she might not have wanted to know the answer to her question at all, but that was not what was going to happen. She thought in her mind how stupid she could have possibly been. How could she even think to say those words out loud? But Julia didn't know that to simple words could make more than half the people in the room rather uncomfortable.

"Who's Andrew?" she had said, but would deeply regret it later.