Elizabeth Swann Norrington had seen a lot of things in her young life. She'd seen pirates turn into skeletons in the moonlight; she'd seen the same pirates cry out happily as they finally died. But she'd never expected to see Jack Sparrow in her front room cradling a bundle of blankets against his chest.

"Jack, what's going on?" She asked, rushing down the final few steps to join him.

"Say hello to William Sparrow Turner. Will hasn't slept a moment since we got him and I forced him to rest while I brought the lad here. He told me that the last time you wrote him you were pregnant. Is there anyway you can nurse the boy until we can find a permanent wet nurse?"

Elizabeth took the child from his arms and stroked his head.

"When was the last time he ate?" She whispered.

"We had just enough milk to feed him every few hours on the way here. It wasn't enough, but it held him over. Can ye call a doctor? I don't think one will come runnin if I call." Jack smirked evilly and Elizabeth giggled.

"Yes Jack. I'll send James out to fetch him immediately."

A pounding on the door caused them both to jump and Liam to cry. The door flew open and Will stood there, his eyes wild.

"You left me to sleep!" He growled, stalking up to the Captain.

"You needed to rest, Will. Look, Elizabeth has agreed to feed the boy and her husband will go get the doctor."

Will glared at his lover again before turning to Elizabeth.

"Thank you for helping us Elizabeth. I'm sorry for my lack of manners, but these past few years aboard a pirate ship have weakened them." He grinned innocently before continuing. "But the commodore isn't going to arrest us, right?"

"Goodness no. He dropped your charges after you rid us of those cursed pirates." Elizabeth began to open her dress, causing the two pirates to look away.

"Don't be embarrassed, boys, your son is just hungry."

Will blushed bright red and decided to keep his eyes averted. Jack on the other hand was watching avidly. He was too afraid to miss this, this beautiful gift of life and kindness. Once the child stopped suckling Elizabeth pressed him to her shoulder and rubbed his back in soothing circles until he burped. Then she passed him back to Will.

"I'll go tell James to get the doctor. You two go into the parlor and get comfortable—you won't get many chances to relax once he stops sleeping all the time."

Will waited until Elizabeth was out of the room before carefully laying Liam on his back of the couch opposite them—then tackled his Captain. Their kiss was fervent and desperate—tongues dueling for dominance. Jack landed on his back on the other couch with Will astride him.

"I don't think this is what 'Lizabeth meant when she told us to get comfortable." Jack moaned as Will's tongue traced patterns on his neck.

"I can't help myself. You're giving me something I've always wanted and it makes me love you and want you…" Will trailed off as he placed sucking kisses on Jacks collar bone.

"If I'd known it'd make you this—" Jacks words were cut off by Will's lips crashing into his.

"We have to be quick." Will panted, hurriedly unlacing Jacks breeches.

Jacks hands shot up to tangle in Will's hair as he smoothly swallowed around him, but after a moment of the sweet torture he pulled one hand away to clasp it over his mouth. Jack found himself unable to do anything but buck into Will's hot mouth until he came explosively down the younger man's throat.

Will only had a second to feel smug before Jack rolled them onto the floor and leisurely licked up his length. Will bit his lip hard to stifle his groan.

"Which part of quick did you not—oh!" Will couldn't stop the cry that burst forth when Jack sucked hard on the tip of his erection. The suction increased as Jack took more of him in his mouth and Will couldn't resist it. Jack gave him no mercy and Will surrendered, shoving his hips up roughly as he came.

"We can have as many babes as you wish as long as that's how you thank me." Jack rasped.

"Aye Captain." Will agreed, relacing their pants before sinking into Jack's embrace.

"My eyes are closed…"

"Mine are not." Norrington interrupted his wife.

"Eh, mine really weren't either." Elizabeth giggled as the two pirates struggled to look decent.

"Dr. Smith is going to look the boy over, but you two must come with me. There are questions as to how two pirates gained custody of an infant." Norrington motioned towards the hall, but neither man moved.

Will stood stock still in the middle of the parlor. Both arms were wrapped tightly around his middle and his knuckles were white from his hands clenching. His eyes were riveted on Liam and Jack knew that he was fighting with something inside himself.

"You'll try to take him away, won't you." A statement, not a question.

"Now Mr. Turner…" James started.

"She handed him to me as she died! She looked right at me and pressed him into my arms! You will not take him away!" Will hand moved to grasp the hilt of his sword.

"Nay, me own. We have to explain it to them."

Jack could taste his own displeasure at being the rational one—but he knew it was the only way. He fought the pirate urge inside of him and walked towards the room. He even managed not to spit at Norrington's feet as he passed. Elizabeth watched the go with wide eyes.

"Don't you dare threaten them." She whispered fiercely to her husband.

"Yes my love. Honestly, who do you think I am?" He kissed the top of her head before following the two pirates into the hall and led them to his office.

"Now gentlemen, I am not going to take the child from you unless your story proves false." He told them as he took his seat behind the desk.

"We were sailing when the smell of burning wood and flesh reached us. Scavengers that we are, we sailed towards it until we reached the sinking ship. It had been a passenger ship and we do not loot or raid them. We saw no survivors at first, but then someone began screaming and we rushed to pull her up. Once on board she birthed Liam and died." Will told the story with sightless hollow eyes, obviously remembering the woman's final moments.

"A passenger ship from India was attacked and sunk. The ship carried refugees from several countries in that area. The attack was only early yesterday."

"The Black Pearl is the fastest ship in the sea, Commodore." Jack reminded him with a cock-sure grin.

"I remember, trust me. I will give your report of the incident to my higher ups and they will check it. Until then you must stay at Port Royal. You may stay on your ship or here, but you may not leave. Once cleared you will be allowed to sail anywhere you wish with the child. I will also put out a notice for a wet nurse that is willing to sail."

"Thank you Commodore." Will said earnestly.

"You're welcome. Let's go see that the doctor has to say about the lad.

The three men were met with childish laughter when the entered the parlor again. The youngest Norringtons, Candace and James jr., were fascinated with the baby. Candace was two and wanted nothing more than to hold the tiny baby while her little brother toddled around them trying to coax the baby into playing. Elizabeth laughed and held the baby out to Will so that she could scoop up her own.

"Jamie doesn't understand that Liam is much too young to play with him."

"I'll bring him back when he is, I promise." Will replied, ruffling the little boys light brown hair.

"Will you stay here for a few days, Will? I have everything you need for the baby and I'm sure I have enough to outfit a cabin on the Pearl for him."

"That's very generous Liz."

"It's nothing. Round up your pirate and get ready for dinner. There's nothing to worry about—they aren't going to take him and you'll be back on the sea in no time.

"She wasn't joking when she said she had plenty of spare baby things." Jack whistled as he took in the room.

A crib and changing table had been securely fastened to the wall along with a tiny bureau and toy box. Everything was locked to the ground to they wouldn't topple on top of Liam if the sea turned choppy. The toy chest was over flowing with wooden blocks and soft plush toys. Jack had a sneaking suspicion that most of it wasn't truly spare items—Elizabeth had went on a bit of a spending spree for them and Jack was truly thankful. Jack's musings were interrupted when Will entered the room carrying the now chubby baby.

"Welcome home, Liam." Will breathed as he kissed his sleeping son on the head and placed him in his crib.

Jack couldn't resist looping an arm around his lover's waist and bending to kiss the child himself. A feeling Jack had never felt invaded his chest and he felt his eyes prick in the most curious way. Content. That was it. Jack felt content and happy on the sea with his family.