Last Hope Part Deux

Disclaimer: Don't own them never will.

Author's note: This a sequel to Last Hope, so if you have not read it don't read this you will be utterly confused. We pick up about six months from where we left off.

He had finally said his first word and of course the Captain couldn't be happier, but now it was all he said. Little Jack was becoming quite the pirate he was annoying, loud, obnoxious; and the crew loved every minute of it. Elizabeth had wondered how they would adapt to a baby on board but they fought over who got to hold him or feed him, her and Jack though were the only two who would change his diaper. All was well until that day, the day after Will sailed off with Ana-maria and the day before Jack left her on the shore of Port Royal.

"Elizabeth, he's gone and why do you care anyway, I thought you didn't care about the bloody eunuch."

"He was our friend don't you ever talk about him that way, I wish my father was here."

"You want your bloody father fine, he can have you and that little brat in the cradle over there he acts too much like you anyway."

"What you can just shove us away that quickly?"

"Yea, it's not like your very much help. You can't cook, I had to show you how to change his diaper, seems like the only thing your good at is jumping on me cock and there are plenty of woman willing to do that for Captain Jack."

" Get us the hell home I will not be talked to that way."

That was the last time Jack had seen his son or his Lizzie now all he did was drink, and not his normal drinking. He would start as soon as he woke and was passed out at noon, vomiting by three, and out cold again by six. Needless to say nobody was jumping on Ol' Jacks cock or anywhere else on him.

Elizabeth on the other hand was sleeping till noon and vomiting until three too but for a different reason, that damn pirate had gotten her pregnant again. Six months later things started to go terribly wrong, the baby was trying to come two months early and Elizabeth was barely holding on, so Weatherby Swann did the only thing he knew to do. He snuck down to the docks one night and sent word to Jack Sparrow, hoping the young man would care enough for his child to at least see Elizabeth one more time, for it was him she cried for when the pain hit her.

Gibbs received the message as the sun rose and didn't tell Jack anything instead he set sail for Port Royal, where Jack had bee granted clemency for Elizabeth's sake though the town did not know it. Marty and Cotton had the hardest job of all they had to throw all but three bottles of rum overboard. They were allowing Jack one a day for the rest of the trip, mainly so he didn't start detoxing and kill over on them. As they approached shore Jack ask where they were and why they were there and as they docked Gibbs told him.

"Sir its Miss Elizabeth."

"Why are we here for that bloody whore, I don't want to see her."

"Captain she is pregnant again and the baby is trying to come two months early and she isn't doing so well, they don't know if she will make it."

Then it hit him this could be the real end and it would be his fault. He then turned and walked off the Pearl and with five pirates behind him, made his way through the center of town and to the Governor's Palace. The towns people walked in amazement what was he, the most respected pirate in the world doing walking through Port Royal not damaging a thing. They didn't even have to ring the bell, Weatherby was standing at the door, someone had informed him the colony was being invaded by pirates.

"Let me see her."