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Hey all, thank you so much for your reviews, I really appreciate it! Ok this chapter came out of no where, and I have no idea what I wanted to do with it so sorry. But now I have a vauge idea! Mwhahahahahahahaha! So to all you who review, my love, gratitude and thanks. For those who read and don't review….please do! It makes me write more because I can't fail my loyal readers! P

Disclaimer: I am just an obsessed girl, the only thing that I own of POTC is my un-dying, un-condintional love of this wonderful movie. The characters belong to someone else…those bastards! It is only in my dreams that I own Jack Sparrow….Sigh.

Chapter 15: A Mistake Punished.

Lizzie left the cabin like a wounded animal. His words searing into her flesh with the raw anger and hatred that came with them The echoes of his words resounding in her mind Sobbing she wondered to the otherside of the ship. As far away from the cabin and the dreaded consequences that were found in side.

It was well beyond mid-night now, and the deck was lit with the soft welcoming glow of the lamps that were spaced around the deck. No one else was aboard the Black Pearl, and that suited Lizzie fine. The last thing that she wanted was the crew seeing her cry in such a manner.

It had been terrible. Worse than she had originally thought that it would be. She had expected him to be mad about being pregnant, not at the thought of having the problem removed. His reaction was what shocked Lizzie most.

She had been so certain that the thought of being a father was a abhorrent one to Jack. His reaction was puzzling in deed.

Did it mean that he wanted the child?

Or was it simply that he felt wounded that she hadn't told him?

She could understand the latter, she should have told him the moment she suspected the truth How could Jack think that she would do such a horrendous act without first telling him? It was beyond thought, beyond contemplation. That he thought it though meant that he did not know her as well as she thought that he did.

As she made her further down the lamp lit deck her thoughts her turned ugly. In fear and confusion her mind turned against him like a frighentened animal, cornered with no other options. If she thought on it, that is exactly what she was. Frigtened, confused and in a situation she didn't know how to handle. But she didn't dweal on this long, her face became marred by anger towards Jack.

How dare he say such things? How dare he presume the worst of her. She didn't care if she had done wrong by him by not telling him, that didn't mean that he had a right to chastisise her like that. He was acting out of hurt and betralyl but that meant nothing.

Fuming now she stormed down the board and onto the pier. There was bound to be an inn some were on the dock, somewhere where she could get right and proper drunk and leave all this behind her.

With the new determination and goal in sight she headed for the nearest tavern. And then stopped mid-stride. She couldn't drink. She was pregnant, she had heard from some distant source that it could be harmful to the baby. This must be avoided at all costs. Now that she had lost Jack the only thing of him that she had left was this baby.

It came to her as quickly and as simple as that. She'd keep the baby, and it would be loved and nurtured, where ever she would make herself a home. It wasn't impossible to raise a child on her own. There would be someone out there who would help her surely.

So now instead she turned away from the taverns and made her way to more respectable quarters. She had been as amazed as any other, but she had found a respectable, well relatively respectable inn, on Tortuga. It was where the merchant ships crews stayed for the night, if they were not inclined to go out on the town. As such it was relatively empty. A wonderful place for her to stay until she figured out what she was going to do.

Problem being that it wass quite a fair distance from the main part of Tortuga. Lizzie would have to walk a while to get there. Normally this would not be a problem for her, Lizzie enjoyed exercise, an opportunity to stretch her legs, but it was night. Night time In Tortuga seemed to mean that any outrageous behaviour during the day wasn't nearly outrageous enough and all the patrons at the inns would get roudier, as if the night fed their insanity.

Jack had warned Lizzie many times of the dangers of a pretty lady wondering on her own through Tortuga, and Lizzie hesitated. Maybe she could just stay in the crew's quarters on the ship.

No that would do no good.

Jack would not want her any where near the ship. The thought of Jack and his incredible insensitive words still stung her at the heart but she blocked the pain and channelled it instead to the purpose of making it to the Merchants Inn without getting to injured.

Driven now by fear and hurt she fled to the Merchants Inn, running as fast as she could along the dock and staying out of the way and out of sight from the rowdy patrons.

Somehow, how Lizzie didn't know and didn't want to, she made it to the Inn without any bodily harm to her. It seemed that after mid-night the men and women were too drunk to concot a plan of ill will towards anyone. Infact they were too intoxiacated to do anything other than giggle while they lay on the ground, the use of their legs long since abandoning them.

Inside the air was pleasantly scented and candles were lit all over the place. It was definitely more appealing to the palate than one of the hotels further away. She paid for a room, upstairs and asked for her meal and bath to be sent up to her. The servant obliged happily. This was more intune with Lizzie's fine up bringing and she had to admit that she had missed the luxuries of her breeding.

Her room was small, yet spacious, there was a large double bed off on the otherside of the room. Spotting it Lizzie ran and jumped on it, sinking into it's feathery softness. Jacks bed was comfortable but nothing compared itself to a feathered mattress. Sighing in satisfaction lizzie lay there until a knock at the door announced the arrival of her bath and meal.

The servants nodded their respects to Lizzie and continued to move the tub into the room, maids following bought in steaming jugs of water and proceded to fill the tub with warm water. Lizzie thanked them graciously and gave them each a silver coin for their fine services. With a curtsey they left Lizzie to enjoy the bath.

Stripping off her shirt and breeches she sank into the warm lavendar scented bath with a sigh. It was so good to soak in a warm bath, she couldn't remember the last time that she had enjoyed such a luxury. It was also a good chance to scrub herself into a resemblance of her former self. She couldn't get passage to where ever she was going to go while looking like a pirate. She needed to regain some of her past regalness, and look like a lady even if she wasn't one.

While enjoying the bath she started to think about what she going to do. She'd make up a fake identity, say that her husband had been lost overboard in the storm a few days ago and now she was widowed and pregnant needing to return to….england. Sighing she chewed on her lip. She hadn't been there since she was eight and didn't fancy herself ever going back but Lizzie couldn't see that there was any other option available to her.

Ok so that story sounded good enough, now she needed the money to start her new life.

She'd have to go to Jack and ask him for a bit, a payment for leaving his life seeming as he didn't want her in it anymore.

It was all settled then. In the morning she'd go back to the Pearl and ask for a little bit of money and then leave for England to raise her child and hopefully find herself a new respectable husband. She didn't need to love the man and she doubted that she would, but she would need a stable home to raise her child, and it would be the sole apple of her eye, flower of her heart.

Stroking her belly as she lay in the bath a small smile crept onto her face. Yes, That would do. She would love this child, as it was the only thing left of Jack, her new husband would be nowt but a provider of house and home.