"How are you feeling, love?" Jack asked in worry. Elizabeth glared at him and growled, "Well, Jack," she huffed, "if you REALLY want to know… why don't you take a rock and shove it up your-"
"Okay then!" he interrupted her before she could finish.

Four pirates were carrying Elizabeth to the Black Pearl, running all the way. There was a pirate carrying and lifting her by each arm and leg. Elizabeth was sweating and, every time a contraction hit, she struggled and the pirates dropped her. Captain Teague was hurrying with Jack, behind the mother and her escorts. "Where do you plan on having her give birth?" he asked. Jack could only reply, "Uh…" As they neared the Pearl, Elizabeth turned her head to face Jack and said, "You're going to have to pick a place pretty soon!" Another contraction came and she squeezed Gibbs's hand with all her might. He grimaced and wheezed; "Now I know that there are bones in my hand… because I can hear them!"

When they were finally on the deck of the Pearl, the pirates stood still with the mother hanging in their arms. Elizabeth screamed in anger, "Jack! Pick a place right now, or I'm going to have this baby right here!"
"How about one of the hammocks in the crew's quarters?" he offered.
"I can't have a baby in a hammock!"
"How about you're little cot?"
"You are SO lucky that these men are holding my arms, or I would have scratched your eyes out by now!"
"Alright! Take her into my cabin. She can use my bed."
"Thank you!"

Once Elizabeth was on the mattress, she yelled at everyone, "Get out! I have to change!" The look in her eye made them rush faster than ever. She searched for something. She couldn't very well have a baby wearing pants. On a chair, she spotted a rather large shirt that she presumed to be Jack's. She changed into it and got back on the bed. Another contraction hurt her and she screamed.

Elizabeth heard Gibbs's voice outside, "Miss Elizabeth, I know you're a very independent woman, but I also know that a woman cannot deliver a baby by herself." Then she heard Jack's voice, "Aye! You're can't be all by you're onesies, savvy?" She shouted at them, "Well, if either of you know a wobbly-legged, rum-soaked pirate on this sorry excuse for a ship who knows a single proper birthing technique, please enlighten me!"
"Actually," Gibbs replied, "Captain Teague and I both know how to help."
"Bugger, Mister Gibbs! Then get in here!"
Jack asked, "Me too?"
"No!"
"Why not?"
"You don't need to see this!"
"Believe me, love, I've seen it all!"
"But you're not seeing me!"

Gibbs and Teague both entered. "I've got linens and scissors," Gibbs announced, carrying the supplies, "I can't think of anything else…" Elizabeth's eyes grew wide as she asked, "What are the scissors for"
"Why, Miss Elizabeth, the baby's gonna come out attached to a cord."
"Oh… my… god…"
Teague asked, "Do you know anything about having a baby, King Swann?"
"I just know where it came from and where it's going to come out!"

Another contraction hit and Elizabeth grabbed onto one of Teague's dreadlocks and pulled him down. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" the legendary pirate whined. Once it was over, Elizabeth freed him from her grasp. Jack called from outside, "I think I should come in!" She replied, "If you come in, I'll kill you again! Get away from the door!"
"Make me!"
"Why, you-"
"Watch it, Lizzie!"

Teague told Elizabeth, "Scoot back to the headboard and lay your head on the pillow. And you're going to have to prop your legs up somehow." "Prop my WHAT up?" she asked in shock.
"So the baby can come out easier."
"Oh, this is so embarrassing!"
"Sorry…"

Elizabeth laid her head on the pillow and bent her legs. Each pirate stood on one side of the bed, watching her. "You gentlemen enjoying the show?" she asked with bitterness. Both shrugged. She felt another contraction and took hold of the sheets of the bed, yanking on them. "Holy mother of God!" she cursed, screaming. "You alright, love?" Jack asked from behind the door.
"Go away!" she screamed at him.
"Don't be sore at me! I've never done this before!"
"Neither have I!"

Jack stood outside his own cabin, forbidden to go in. He was really worried about Elizabeth, even though he knew she was built to give birth. With his ear on the door, he tried to hear everything that was going on. All of the crew sat on random areas of the deck, waiting with him. "King Swann," Jack heard his father say, "you need to spread you legs out more." One of Jack's eyebrows rose in inquiry as he pounded on the door, "What the bugger are you doing in there?" "Jack," Elizabeth shouted at him from inside, "go away!"
"Fine! I will!" He walked in place to make it sound like he was leaving.
Apparently, it didn't fool her. She yelled, "Leave!"
"Alright!"

This time Jack really did walk away, until he hear Elizabeth scream, and then shout, "Jack! Get in here! I need you!" A gigantic smile spread across his face as he ran to open the door. Immediately doing so, he felt a hand cover his eyes, shielding him from any sights not allowed. "You can't see this," Jack heard his father utter. He was leading him somewhere, still not letting him see anything. "Jack," the pirate heard Elizabeth say his name.

When the hand came off of his eyes, Jack finally saw Elizabeth. Her face and hair were damp with sweat and she was wearing one of his oversized shirts. She looked up at him with tired eyes. He noticed her position on the bed and finally understood, "So this is how it works then?" She only nodded.

Jack reached down and took one of her hands, holding it in both of his. He saw linens on a table, with a pair of scissors lying on top of them. He asked her nervously, "What are the scissors for?" "Supposedly, the baby is going to come out attached to a cord."
"Oh. That sounds… satiating..."

Right then, Elizabeth sucked in air and tightened her hold on Jack. A small cry escaped Jack's chest. He could feel the bones in his hands cracking. He silently screamed, "Ow!" A few seconds went by and Elizabeth loosened her grip, breathing heavily. "Come on, love," Jack asked, "does it really hurt THAT bad?" The fury in her eyes answered his question. He looked at Gibbs with begging eyes and asked, "How long will this last?" Gibbs hesitantly replied, "It can last anywhere from a few hours to… days." Jack and Elizabeth both yelled in unison, "What?!"
"I'm sorry, lads, but it's true."
"Ugh!" Elizabeth whined, plopping her head back on the pillow.
"But…"
"What? More bad news? Don't tell me; it hurts most at the very end!"
"Well, yes, but I was going to say that, by judging the progress you're making, you'll have this baby within the next hour or so."
She sighed. "Thank God!"
Teague suggested, "Why don't we have her push on the next contraction?"
Gibbs nodded. "Aye."
Jack cocked his head. "Push WHAT, exactly?"

The two other pirates and expecting mother rolled their eyes at him and grunted. He shrugged and asked innocently, "What?" Elizabeth shook her head and muttered, "Imbecile."
"That's not very nice."
"Bite me!" She spat.
"Not now, darling."
She gasped, "You-"

Elizabeth stopped mid-sentence and squeezed Jack's hand. He told Gibbs, "I think she's having another one of those… whatever they're called!" He cringed from the pain in his hand. His first mate jumped and walked in front of Elizabeth. "Okay, miss," he told her, "push!" Jack watched as Elizabeth obeyed. He put the pieces of the puzzle together and realized what she was going through. He shuddered.

Once Elizabeth's hand wasn't so tight on Jack's, he looked at her face. She was crying. He could imagine that it was from the agony. Her breathing was so ragged; it was as if her lungs had gained weight, rather than her stomach. In pity, Jack leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Hang in there, love," he encouraged her. For the first time in a while, she smiled.

Another contraction came and Elizabeth pulled on Jack's jacket. Gibbs waited at the foot of the bed and instructed her, "Push, Elizabeth!" Teague said, "Come on, lass!" "You can do it, Lizzie," Jack told her. She struggled and tried her hardest. With a hand squeezing Jack's, she admitted, "It hurts!"
"I'm sure, darling. But, you've fought the undead, battled fish people, been elected Pirate King and defeated the East India Trading Company. This'll be just another good mark on your record."

Suddenly, a cry broke out in the cabin. Jack knew it wasn't him or Elizabeth. His father and Gibbs were doing something, but he was too busy watching Elizabeth to care. "You're doing great, Miss Elizabeth!" Gibbs praised her, "Keep going!" The anonymous cries continued and Elizabeth's grip became tighter and tighter with every second, but Jack didn't mind. Teague ordered Gibbs, "Get the linens!" The pirate hurried to obey. "The scissors too!" Teague commanded, and then said to Elizabeth, "You're getting there, lass!"
"You hear that, Lizzie?" Jack comforted her, "It's almost over."

Elizabeth's groans and whimpers continued. Her shouts exceeded the cries of the unknown source. She writhed in pain and held Jack's hand. He took arm and wrapped it around her. He sat on the bed beside her and pressed his lips to her soaked hair until he hold on him weakened and, with one last moan, she let out a sigh and fell back onto the pillow.

All was quiet in the cabin, except for the sounds of the newborn infant. Elizabeth's chest heaved up and down and she still held Jack's hand. He watched as Gibbs cleaned the baby off, and then threw the bloody linens away. The first mate wrapped Elizabeth's child in a blanket from the bed and it stopped crying. Jack glanced at Elizabeth, a new mother, but she was passed out.

Will tried to tie one of the many ropes to be fastened on the Flying Dutchman. His hands had been shaking ever since Calypso had paid him a visit not long ago. The rope fumbled in his hands until he gave up and walked away. The crew watched him disappear into his cabin.

Kicking his boots off, Will strode over to his bed and sat on the end of it, holding his face in his hands. He rubbed his eyes with his fingers; the kohl came off. Wiping the black makeup on his shirt, he let out a yawn and fell back onto his pillow.

"Someting boddering you, William?" he heard Calypso ask him. He turned his head to face her. She was standing across the room, examining him. There was a huge grin on her face. He slid off the sheets quickly, towards her, asking with urgency, "Did Elizabeth escape the East India Trading Company?"
"Yes… and more."
"More?" Will questioned.
"Jack has done someting dat you will never be able to tank 'im enough for."
"What?" He doubted it.
"'e got Lord Duran to sign a document dat gives Elizabet' freedom. Piracy no longer binds 'er life. She is free."
Will's mouth gaped open. He spoke his thoughts aloud unintentionally, "Jack? Jack SPARROW? Why would he do that for her? Jack? Sparrow? Captain Jack Sparrow?"
"Why would I lie to you?"
"What?" he asked, realizing he's spoken out loud.
"What I say is true. I 'ave more news as well."
"Good or bad?" He winced.
"Exceedingly good."
Her smile made him tremble with excitement, but he remained calm. "What is it?"
"Congratulations, William Turner. You are a fodder."
"A father? Me? Elizabeth gave birth?"
"A boy."

Will couldn't contain himself. He leapt into the air and landed on his bed, jumping up and down. More joyful shouts escaped from him as he celebrated. His eyes moved to Calypso for a second, and she seemed melancholy. He got off the bed and asked, "Is everything okay?" She nodded insincerely and vanished in a cloud of sea air. He ignored the thought and put on his boots, running to tell everyone the news.

Gibbs held the child out to Jack, saying, "Take it." "You mean 'hold it'?" Jack asked, then added, "I don't think so, mate." Teague commanded, "Jack, hold the baby."
"I don't wanna!" He stepped away from Gibbs.
"Come on, boy. Hold the child of the woman you love."
Jack's eyes widened and shot to Elizabeth, glad that she was asleep, unaware of his father's latest statement. "I already told you, I don't love her. And I don't want to hold it."
"He's not an 'it', he's a boy. Hold him, or I'll shoot you." He pulled his pistol from his belt. "Bugger. You can't even keep your gun to yourself around the youngster?" He sighed. "Hand it-I mean 'him'-over, Master Gibbs."

The first mate did just that. Jack held the baby in his arms, like he'd seen women with their infants before. He was the smallest person Jack had ever seen. Even though he was only a few minutes old, Jack could already see hints of Will and Elizabeth in the child. Out of nowhere, the baby started to cry. Jack had never heard someone scream so loud. "Yep," he declared, "this is Will's kid alright. It doesn't like me!" Gibbs chuckled as he left the cabin to tell the rest of the crew of their new little member.

"Please stop crying," Jack pleaded with the infant, who kept wailing. The pirate offered, "I'll give you rum! Lots and lots of it! You just have to stop crying." The baby wouldn't give in. Teague snickered, "He doesn't understand English, Jackie."
"'Course he does. What else would he speak? French? I don't think so."
"He was just born a few minutes ago! Do you also expect him to be able to steer a ship too?"
"No. His arms are much too small."
"Naturally."
Jack talked to the child, "Please, please stop… or I'll start to cry!"
"Maybe he's hungry."
"Good idea!" Jack screamed over the infant, "Gibbs! Bring me and apple!"
Teague appeared shocked, "He can't chew and apple! He has no teeth!"
"He doesn't?" He eyes the baby's mouth. It was true.
"He needs milk from his mother."
"You mean like…" Jack looked down, gesturing to his chest.
"Aye."
"Yes, well, his mum's asleep. And I ain't exactly built for that kind of food service, savvy?"
"We should wake her up."
"I'm not waking her up. She might hurt me."
"I don't know her well enough to feel comfortable with waking her up."
"Fine. You hold the little Turner, and I'LL wake her up." He held the child out to his father.
"I don't want to hold it."
"Excuse me, but he's not an 'it', he's a boy." He mocked his father. The infant cried in Jack's arms. "You can also tell that he's Lizzie's child cause he's so bloody stubborn!" "Good morning, King Swann," Teague said. Jack turned to gaze at Elizabeth. She yawned and stretched. "Wait," she asked, "have I slept all night?"
"No, it's just a figure of speech. You've only been asleep for an hour or so."
"Can I see my baby?"
"Jack's got him."
"Him? It's a boy?"
"Aye. I'll be leaving now."

Teague left the room and Jack stood with the crying child, next to Elizabeth, who had now gotten up. "Elizabeth," he said, "I will never ask you to do anything for me ever again if you'll do this for me." "What?" she asked.
"Please feed your offspring so that he'll be silenced!"
"Oh, of course!" She reached out to hold her baby for the first time.
"Thank you!"

Elizabeth rocked her infant in her arms. Instantly, he stopped crying. He looked so small to her. His pink skin was soft and wrinkly. His fingers were so small as she took his hand in hers. He had barely hair on his head. She could see Will in the child immediately. He had his father's nose and chin. She watched him stifle a yawn. Her baby made her smile.

"So," Jack asked, "what are you going to call him?" Elizabeth looked at the pirate and told him, "I'm going to name him after the two most important men in my life."
"Pintel Ragetti Turner? You sure about that, love?" he teased.
"No. I'm naming him William Jack Turner."
Jack's face showed hoe flattered he was, although she could tell that he was desperately trying to hide it. "S'a good name. I especially like the 'Jack' part."
"I thought you might." She watched her newborn fall asleep as she cradled him.
"You gonna just call him Will?"
"I don't think so… it might confuse me…"
"You could always call him 'Jack'. I wouldn't mind." He smirked.
"No, that would DEFINITELY confuse me. I think I'll call him 'Liam'."
Jack pondered the idea for a minute, then admitted, "I like it."

As Elizabeth stared at Liam, a terrible, horrible realization overcame her. It shattered her world around her. The room seemed to be getting smaller. Liam started feeling heavy I her arms. She held back her tears as she asked, "Do you know what this means, Jack?"
"You're a mommy." His gold teeth sparkled.
"It means I'm going home."