Elizabeth sat on a barrel filled with apples in the cargo hold. She wiped a stray tear from her eye and scrubbed her runny nose with her sleeve. Opening the lid of the barrel beside hers, she took an apple and bit into it. It tasted much liked she was feeling. Sour. Bitter. She chucked it across the room. It hit the wall with impressive force. Lifting her shirt up, she stared at her stomach, it wasn't much, but she could see a little roundness forming. She placed a hand on her belly, speaking to her developing baby, "It's just you and me, all alone in this world."

When she heard boots walking down the stairs from the other side of the hold, she pulled her shirt back down and leaned her head back against the wall. Barbossa emerged from the darkness. His monkey leaped off of his shoulder and scampered over to a table with bananas on it. He peeled it himself and bit into the soft fruit. The pirate in the feathered hat gave a rotten grin, "Mrs. Turner." She smiled back, correcting him, "Elizabeth."
"Aye. Elizabeth."
"What are you doing down here?"
"I could ask ye the same question." He walked over and pet his monkey.
"I was just...checking the ship's inventory."
"Didn't ye do that yesterday, after ye finished telling Jack ye were alive?"
"Well...I'm doing it again. Better safe than sorry."
"Hmm. Trying to keep the apples all to yerself?"
She laughed, "No. Have one." She tossed him a green apple.
"Tell me...Elizabeth, what are ye really doing down here?" He bit into his apple.
"Thinking."
"About what, might I ask?"
"I guess I should tell you...I'm pregnant."
He spit out his bite of fruit. He coughed, "What?"
"I'm expecting a baby in five to six months."
Biting into his apple again, he uttered, with his mouth full, "I told him."
"Told who, what?"
Apple juice dribbled down his beard, "Jack! I told him that he needed to be more careful or he was going to have a little pirate to take care of sooner or later."
Elizabeth choked on her own saliva, "Oh my god, Barbossa! It's not Jack's baby! Bloody bugger no! We haven't even...you know."
"So, it's Mr. Turner's?"
"Of course!"
"Thank the gods above!" He wiped some sweat from his brow, then took another bite of his favorite fruit.
"Do you think I'm a whore? Does everyone on this vessel think I'm a whore?" She jumped off the barrel and barred her teeth.
"Uh...no...why?"
"Gibbs thought that Jack and I were...together. You thought I was carrying his BABY! I'm married!"
"I understand, but you know how Jack is."
"He is...Captain Jack Sparrow."
They both laughed.

Barbossa finished his apple and dropped the core on the floor. He held out his arm to the monkey, named Jack, who crawled up and sat on his shoulder. The pirate turned to Elizabeth, saying, "Follow me." She walked behind him to the deck above. They began strutting to the crew's quarters. When they arrived, Barbossa shouted at the men, "Everybody on deck! In a line! Pronto!" The crew followed him onto the deck.

Once they were lined up, Barbossa motioned for Elizabeth to come beside him. They stood in front of the crew. Then, he spoke to them, "Gents, I have an announcement to make." Elizabeth realized what he was going to tell them. She felt relieved. He continued, "We have an expecting mother on board-" Ragetti was stupid enough to raise his hand and ask, "Who?"
Barbossa rolled his eyes, "I think it would be the ONLY woman on this ship!"
"Elizabeth?"
"Aye, ye idiotic, one-eyed dog!"
"Oh."
"The point is, we best make sure that she is safe so that no harm may come to the child inside her. Are ye with me?"
Everyone agreed, shouting, "Aye!"
A weight lifted off Elizabeth's shoulders.

A pirate like Jack Sparrow knows two things. One, a pirate's ship is not just a ship, it's a pirate's freedom. And, two, a pirate's first and only love is the sea. Jack had been certain of these statements all his life but, now, for the first time, he questioned them. Particularly one. Was his only love the sea? It was his first, to be sure. There was nothing he treasured more than the sea. He knew that, if he were to die, he hoped that he would die fighting on it's majestic waves.

He sat at his desk, chugging the rum in his flask. The pain was not washing away. When the container was empty, he threw it across the cabin. Propping his feet on top of the table, he tipped his chair back. The room was silent as a grave. It had been like this for the past week, ever since Elizabeth had told him she was expecting Will's child. They had not spoken since. The only sound that could be heard was the beating of William Turner's heart in the Dead Man's Chest. Jack watched as if it would do something beside sit on the desk. The beating was at a slow, steady pace. It mocked him.

"Jack Sparrow! You disappoint me!" He heard a voice speak to him. A familiar one. He got out of his seat, searching the room/ He asked the ghost, "Where are you?"
"Behind you."
He whirled. Calypso stood in front of him. He greeted her with a smile, "Tia Dalma. You're looking better than ever."
"Dere's no time for flattery, Jack. I am very angry wit' you."
"What did I do?" Jack questioned like a small child.
She yelled, "Elizabet' Turner is pregnant!"
"I swear, I had nothing to do with it!"
"I know dat!"
"Then Will got his prize." He clapped.
"Prize? You speak of da child as if it is a trinket."
"I do not!"
"You and William 'ave no 'eart."
"Actually, it is He who has no heart. I've got two." He lifted the chest off the desk.
"It is Elizabet's, not yours. It is her job to keep it safe."
He laid it down, "Why are you angry with me?"
"I am angry about the way you handled yerself when you 'eard da news. You love 'er, don't you?"
Jack acted horrified, "No! You know very well that my first-"
"Yer first and only love it da sea. Yes, Sparrow, I've 'eard it a million times. Only dis time, I know you are lying."
"Forgive, me you royal godessness...ness, but you are mistaken. I have no desire for Miss Swann-"
"Mrs. Turner." She granted him an evil glare.
"Whoever she bloody is!"
"Jack, I know you..."
"I know you do." He threw her a flirtatious grin.
She returned it with a smile, "If you do not love 'er, at least admit you care very much for 'er."
"I will do no such thing." He folded his arms in refusal.
"Don't test me, Sparrow."
"What do you care anyways? What do I care? She's married to Will. It's over."
"So you admit dat you feel for 'er, you just won't say."
He paused, thinking, "Are you trying to trick me?"
"Seems you don't need to be tricked, Jack. You're giving me all da answers I need wit' out speaking at all."
"Calypso...Tia Dalma...why can't you women have one bloody name?" He was getting frustrated.
She frowned at him, wetting her lips.
"I am not in the best of moods. The rum is gone once again, the entire East India Trading Company is after me, my fate is in the hands of my worst enemy, Mrs. Turner is getting too emotional for my liking, and I can't find my bloody hat! So, if you please, go and disturb the happiness of some other unfortunate sailor."
The look she gave him then made him tremble. She was furious, he could tell. The glaze over her eyes was proof enough. Finally, she spoke, "Never, ever speak to me like dat, Captain Sparrow. I could care less about your problems. Dey mean nut' ting to me. You know how you feel about Elizabet'. I know how you feel about Elizabet'. Da only difference between you and me is dat I also know how SHE feels about YOU."

Jack froze. Cocking his head, he asked, "What do you mean? She has feeling for...me?"
"I can and will not say anyting about dat. Why would I?"
"Because...I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy?"
"I don't tink so."
"Even if I had feeling for Lizzie-"
"Lizzie? Is dat what you call 'er? It's cute." She teased him.
"Even if I had feeling for ELIZABETH, what do you care? You don't support her and Will's marr-i-age?"
"I support der love for each udder. I just sympathize for der situation. I know what it's like for her. She needs to be loved while William is away. You want to help her wit dat."

Jack didn't know what to say. She was making so much sense. She really did know how he felt about Elizabeth. How he longed for her presence wherever he went. How he wanted to sail the Seven Seas with her forever. How he desired to kiss her flawless lips just one more time. And since someone knew all of this beside him, it made him feel surprisingly...relieved.
"It's okay to love someone, Jack."
"I love the sea."
"I do too. But you 'ave a real person. One you can 'old in your arms."
Jack couldn't do this. There was no way he was going to talk love and feeling with Calypso. Or anybody. Especially if they were about Elizabeth. He shook his head, saying, "This is ridiculous! Why are we talking about this? I don't have any feeling for Lizzie...Elizabeth!"
"C'mon, Jack. Don't start dis again..."
"I will! Get out of here." He strode over and opened the door for her.
"Jack..."
"I am not going to do this! I'll just take Elizabeth back to Curdy, where she can watch the whelp's heart until he returns."
"'ow are you going to do dat if your ship can't make it back?"
"And why wouldn't the Pearl be able to?" He pursed his lips.
"Der's a terrible, terrible, storm coming."
Jack looked out the window. The sky was a clear blue, not a cloud in sight. He laughed, "No there's not! It's as clear as ever out there!"
"Are you sure about dat?"
"Yes, I'm sure about dat...that!" he corrected himself.
"Look again."
He did. The sky was completely overcast. Angry clouds covered the heavens. He turned back to the goddess, "You wouldn't."
"Oh, yes I would." She made an evil laugh, raising her arms to the ceiling. Jack heard lightning.

Right before his eyes, she turned into a seagull and flew out the door. Fear-filled eyes wide, Jack grabbed his coat and rushed onto the deck, running towards the crew's quarters, screaming, "On deck! All hands! Scurry!"