Sorry about the wait...live is hectic. Finals...

The rise of the sun woke Ella immediately as the red and orange rays gleamed through the cabin window and over her face, the color of the sunrise making her mahogany hair seem a fiery red. She was blissfully draped over Jack, both of them covered from the waist down, her leg thrown over one of his. He was still asleep, part of which may have been caused by the rum he'd had yesterday at their wedding. She could not suppress a smile as she dared to look at him, his dark hair, nearly black, splayed over his pillow, a pink flush staining his cheeks, a small smile on his lips. He moved slightly in his sleep, one of his hands entwined in the thick mass of her hair. She was married. To a pirate. The thought in itself was both thrilling and terrifying all at once.

Studying her wedding band, which was nothing more than a plan gold band with something engraved into it, she had never seen anything as simply lovely as it. Jack's was matching, though a bit thicker. They just looked…right. After their passion had been a bit subdued the night before, they'd talked for what had seemed like hours about everything from childhood to cannibals to dogs. Jack had a natural comedic quality to him and she quite honestly was brought to tears laughing a few times at his stories of first meeting Pintel and Rigetti, about getting in trouble as a child, about anything really. They'd also talked about children, she wanted three or four depending, but definitely more than two. A blush reddened her skin as she realized they could have started that family even now. A thought that made her grin.

With her head still resting on his chest, she felt him take a breath and begin to wake, his arm around her waist tightening, the other arm stretching lazily. She pretended to still be sleeping as she felt him lift his head to look down at her with her hair sprawled everywhere. The hand that was not resting on her waist gently came to tilt her chin up toward his face. His silky lips brushed her forehead and Ella could wait no longer as she opened her eyes and beamed at him, kissing him fully. He laughed in surprise but returned her affection.

"Hello." He said when they had broken apart. She looked away from him shyly.

"Hello…" He grinned, stretching once again.

"How did you sleep, love?" He asked her, realizing her top half was completely uncovered as he grinned wickedly.

"Soundly." She replied, her cheeks reddening at her bareness. He stopped her as she tried to pull the covers over herself.

"I don't think so..." He said, winking at her and quickly changing positions so that she was on her back and he was half over her.

"Jack are we going to..." She began and he chuckled, knowing what she meant.

"Not right now love...are you hungry? I need to give the men orders for today. Why don't you stay in bed and I'll send them in with food for you and join you shortly." She nodded, staring at him with her head tilted as he got up and drew on his knickers.

"What is it?" He asked, a gleam in his eye. She sighed.

"I never thought I would see you look like that with your hair all brushed, clean and free to your shoulders."

He nodded.

"I do clean up nice, don't I?" He asked, giving her another wink as he pulled his shurt on. Soon, he was dressed and had kissed her before leaving the cabin. With a sigh, she pulled on a dressing gown that was lying on the foot of the bed and curled up under the covers again, allowing herself to sink into the softness of the bed and relax her aching muscles. She suddenly wished Elizabeth or Charlotte were here to talk to...to compare stories perhaps? No. Charlotte was married to her brother and if there was one thing Ella would rather not hear, it was details of her brother and his wife's bedroom escapades.

A knock on the cabin door startled her but she managed to call,

"Come in!" It was Mr. Gibbs, followed by crew members carrying trays of food.

"Oh..." She said, eyeing the food as if she'd never eaten before. " Thank you!" She said, waiting for them to leave before jumping out of bed and racing to the tray adorned with cool, mouth watering fruit. Once her hunger was sated, she began to pick things up, eyeing a few old shirts of Jack's hanging around the room. To keep herself busy, she began to mend his clothes. That was how he found her an hour later, curled up beside the fireplace in his dressing gown with her feet tucked underneath her, sewing his shirts like a dutiful wife, her long rusty colored hair spilling over her upper body.

"Not even married a day and you are already taking care of me?" He said, getting her attention. She smiled shyly, holding up the mending.

"Habit, I am afraid. We Norringtons always need something to do." He shook his head, kneeling at her feet.

"Well, it's a good thing you are a Sparrow now." He said kissing her hand. She laughed and held up his shirt proudly.

"All set then. No more rips." She sighed, allowing him to squeeze into the chair so she was sitting in his lap. "It's still so strange to think that we are married." She said, laying her tired head on his shoulder.

"Yes I' tis." He admitted. "I never thought I'd get trapped into it." He said truthfully, yet she wasn't hurt by his words. She understood his need to be free.

"I can't help thinking we haven't won yet though Jack...what if Beckett finds another way to get to us?" She asked and felt his chest muscles tense.

"Beckett has lost all of his credibility...even if he could get to us it would only be him and I've beaten him before, I'll do it again. He fights like a ruddy girl." Jack chuckled, but Ella remained serious. "Eleanore...don't give it another thought love...I'll keep you safe, you have my word." For once, when Jack Sparrow gave his word, he meant it.

"Mrs. Turner, 'twon't button...'stoo small." Liz's maid said as she tried, in vain, to get her dress on the next morning. Elizabeth sighed and looked into the mirror, nearly falling over when she noticed a small bump, that really could only be seen if you knew it was there. Not to mention the top half had grown considerably larger as well and ached.

"It must be the baby." She explained to her maid.

"Ah yes," The young woman agreed, "Just a moment ma'am, I will go and get you something from your mother's collection, they are a bit outdated but they will do until we get you some suitable maternity clothes." Elizabeth nodded miserably, sinking to sit on the bed in her chemise. The maid passed Will as she was walking out who instantly became distraught over the state his wife was in when he entered the room.

"Elizabeth?" His gentle voice came as he knelt before her. She sighed.

"Will." She replied, touching his black hair. "We're having a baby." She said finally, confusing him.

"Well...yes...we've known that my love..."

"But it only know just hit me..." She said, her eyes shining with frightened tears.

"What...? How?" He asked, caressing her velvety cheek.

"My clothes don't fit much anymore..." Her soft response touched him.

"Oh Liz..." He said, using the nickname he only ever could bring himself to say when they were completely alone and emotion was high. She smiled through her tears.

"I like when you call me that." She said, allowing him to place a chaste kiss on her lips. He grinned.

"I know..." He replied, moving to sit beside her putting his arm around her shoulders.

"There's a slight...well...my stomach...it isn't flat anymore." She said, tightening her chemise to show him. Not to his surprise, there was indeed a slight roundness to her once flat middle.

"Don't tell me you're one of those self assured women who goes all self conscious when they become pregnant?" He asked, and she laughed.

"No...but it is strange being a certain way your entire life and everything just changes." They lay down together so her head was resting comfortably on his chest.

"I mean...I always wanted this life of adventure and danger...I wanted to be a pirate...you know that. I mean...I reveled in the fact that we were associated with all of that...and then...we went to the end of the world...and we got Jack back and all that seemed to matter was just living each day as it came and at that moment, I craved normalcy more than anything I had ever craved. My thirst for danger was decidedly quenched and I was ready to marry you. Finally...and when I found out I was pregnant, I realized I never needed any of that mess. All I've ever need was you and the family we are when we're together. But I don't regret anything that happened because, as dodgy as Jack can be, he's the best friend we've ever had. I know you were upset when I kissed him that day..."

Will started to protest, but she held her hand up to silence him.

"No...I need to say this." She went on, "I kissed him because I wanted to save us yes, but I wanted to kiss Jack, to see what it was like."

"Elizabeth..."

"Will please..." She begged, "And so I did, for no good reason and it was a fine kiss, I enjoyed it, I'll admit that..." The pained look on his face hurt her, so she quickly continued. "But, at some point, when my lips were touching his, I realized it all just felt...wrong...unnatural...and I realized I had to spend the rest of my life kissing you...and only you. I'm sorry for hurting you then, Will...but I don't regret it. It opened my eyes to how special you truly were to me." Will was quiet for a moment before letting out a long breath.

"I thought about doing the same thing Davy Jones had done because every time I looked at you, I saw you and him kissing...and I wanted to die. But then, you married me, you brought me back to reality, to what was really important and now I understand why you did it. Then, when he met Eleanore...I knew instantly that he'd found what we had too. Right from the beginning whether he wants to admit it or not, he looked at her the way I had always looked at you. Like you were the only thing that could ever make me happy." Elizabeth began to cry at that exact moment. She sniffed, wiping her eyes.

"Damn these crying spells." She sobbed and for the first time that day, the two of them laughed.

"Fourth time today...love, you're bloody insatiable." Jack said breathlessly, gathering Ella into his arms after another rousing episode of marital bliss. She breathed raggedly into his chest, her muffled laughter coming. With a great sigh, he sat up.

"Well love, we really should get dressed and go out to see the crew for a bit. At least until sundown." He said and she agreed, wanting to feel the warm Caribbean sun. She pulled on one of the dresses from the open trunk near the wall that had come from a French trading ship.

"Well, I suppose marrying a pirate has its advantages. At least I get to wear Parisian fashions..." She giggled, making him chuckle as she pulled on the yellow dress with the heavenly low neckline that the French loved so much.

"Merci Monsieur..." She said, curtseying slightly, laughing at the amount of cleavage the gown offered with the bodice practically being a corset within itself, a frill of white lace adorning the outer edges of the neckline. He practically dove at her, attacking her slender neck with his lips as she squeaked with delight.

"You are simply delicious love, much more better than any of those delectable sweet fruits." She sighed, unable to remove the smile from her face.

"You're just trying to flatter me back into bed..." She accused halfheartedly, closing her eyes to the sensations coursing through her as he backed her toward their rumpled bed again. Her fingers found their way to entwine in his hair as their lips met in a passionate kiss that was interrupted by what sounded like a gun shot coming from below. Either one of the men was smoking and had set off the gun powder, or something else had gone wrong.

Jack was on his feet in an instant, already going toward his sword.

"Jack, what was...?" She began but he turned back toward her.

"Eleanore...I am going to go see what happened. You will stay in here with the door locked, and not come out until I tell you to." She nodded numbly and sat on the bed, terrified, pulling her knees up to her chest as he kissed her one last time and walked out of the cabin. A creak behind her startled her and she decided against staying in the room and went after Jack, wanting to be near his side. When he noticed she had come out, he shook his head, his eyes fraught with worry.

"Oh no you don't..." He said, throwing her over his shoulder and putting her back in the room, locking the door, this time from the outside.

She banged on the door for him to come back as the fire crackled behind her. Slowly, she backed away from the door, frightened. As she turned to rush to the bed, she collided with someone's chest. One that was relatively lower to the ground than her husband's and was soaking wet.

"L-Lord Beckett..." She managed to get out, barely recognizing him. His wig was gone, leaving his short cut brown hair a mess, his face was covered in day old stubble and he still wore his wedding clothes. With a bit of disdainful cruelty, he took her left hand and scoffed.

"What have you done you foolish chit?" He asked, eyeing the wedding ring. She snatched her hand back and held it protectively to her heart.

"How did you get on this ship?" She asked and he grinned maliciously.

"I climbed on you stupid girl...but no matter, I don't mind if Sparrow's already taken you, I want you now...you were mine first." He said, grabbing her roughly by the shoulders and pushing her toward the bed.

"Cutler no!" She cried, falling onto her back with him on top of her, clutching at her ample and visible bosom.

"Oh yes...I have waited far too long for this and..."

"I'm scarred." She said quickly and he made a face at her.

"What?"

"I have scars, horrid ones on my back...they're hideous...so I am not perfect and you don't have to do this..." She pleaded. He nearly spat in her face.

"Honestly, do you think I give a damn what's on your back? It's what's between your legs I'm after..." He said and she coughed away the smell of old seaweed as he began to rip at her bodice. Mustering all of her strength she found a scream.

"Jack!"

Jack's head snapped around as he and the men all looked at each other to confirm they had indeed heard the cry from the cabin above.

"Ella..." He whispered, before sprinting back up the stairs to the main deck, passing a few of the men, pushing one out of the way as he fumbled for the key to the cabin door. He could hear her muffled sobs coming from behind the wooden door. Finally, he managed to get it open and nearly died at the sight in front of him. Beckett had trapped her beneath him and had her bodice half ripped open, indecently exposing most of her bosom. Grabbing his pistol he cocked it and managed to say,

"Get off of my wife you disgusting excuse for a human..."

Beckett only looked at him to irritate him further.

"Ah Jack, good of you to join us...I just came to retrieve something of mine, so if you'll just leave us be, I'll take her and be on my way." Coming further into the room, Jack pointed the pistol straight at Beckett's head.

"I am warning you...get off my ship and my wife or I'll see to it the last thing you ever do is beg me to kill you quickly." Swiftly, Beckett got off of Ella and stood to face Jack. Ella scrambled to cover her chest, rehooking the fastening.

"You always did want what was mine Sparrow..." Beckett spat. "First my job and now my wife."

"My wife." Jack said, keeping the pistol aimed. "And what do you mean your job?" He asked, running a hand through his long black hair.

"Don't pretend you don't know...I was meant to be promoted to Admiral, but they were going to give it to you...that's right Sparrow! You were going to be Admiral John Sparrow, but when they'd learned that I had caught you in your traitorous ways and had branded you, I was their hero and a few years later, my father died, leaving me the title and the money, which I invested in the East India Trading Company...and gained even more power! Refusing to transport slaves...really...you act like they are real people and not savages..." He laughed viciously as Jack stared at him soberly, his dark eyes cold, "But I won in the end...don't you see? I'll always win...so I will just take this little tramp back to..." Jack could stand it no longer, he darted forward and the last thing Ella heard was a piercing shot.