Yo! This Chapters kinda short, and if I'm honest it's a little bit of a filler chapter while I do some fine tuning to the plot. I know how it ends though, which is always good as I have a firm direction I need to go in. Anyway, I'll try and be quick if you'll still love me!

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"So, I was thinking…" Jack's hand was resting on my stomach. He stopped rubbing my abdomen and craned to look at me. I lifted my head from his shoulder with a spreading feeling of apprehension. I had learned from experience that when Jack was thinking, it was usually something weird.

"Yes…?"

"If it's a boy we name it Jack if it's a girl we name it Jacqueline," he looked at me and smiled. His eyes were hopeful. I smiled back at him. He knew the answer.

"No."

He sighed and pulled a face. "Why not?"

"We can't have two Jacks, I won't know which one of you I'm telling off," I replied. He mulled over this for a moment before accepting my point. "And anyway," I continued. "Why do babies have to be named after the men? Why I can't we name it after me?"

"What, Isabel?"

"Well, yes, that is my name after all."

"That wouldn't work," he said, wrinkling his nose.

"Why not?"

"Well… if we have a girl we call it Isabel."

"Yes."

"And if it's a boy…?"

I struggled to search for the male equivalent of my name. "Isa… Isabob."

"Isabob?" Jack repeated incredulously. I nodded, fighting to make him think I was serious and stop myself from laughing. "Isabob?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Do you have some sort of problem with my name suggestion, Jack?"

"Only in so much as it's not actually a name." I glowered at him. He shifted uncomfortably. "Alright, let's say we don't name the baby after either of us. How about we name it after… Fitzwilliam, he's been a lot of help(!)" Sick suddenly rose up in my throat. I sat bolt upright and clamped a hand over my mouth, gagging to stop myself from being sick all over the bed. Jack sat up too, looking worried. "I was joking you know, I didn't actually mean that we had to…"

I gagged again and ran for the door. In my panic I struggled with the handle. There was a moment where I just kept twisting and I didn't think I'd make it out on time. I pulled it open with more force than I meant and stumbled out onto the deck. Gibbs leapt out of my way and I slammed into the rail, hurling my guts out over the sea. My head spun a little and I took a deep breath. I knew my body wasn't quite finished throwing up yet. I closed my eyes. "Bugger," I heard Jack say as I threw up again. "I was joking, I didn't think… I was… Isabob's fine if it's not going to make you…"

I managed to look up at him. "It's not the names," my voice was a bit shaky. "It's morning sickness you fool."

"Oh," he relaxed a bit more and put an arm around my shoulders as I waited to see if the nausea had subsided. It hadn't. "Good 'cause I think the child may have been sick with a name like Isabob." I was sick one last time. "Bloody hell. This happens every morning?"

I stood up. "Yeah, it's gone now." I wiped my mouth.

"You sure?" Jack hugged me to him. I nodded. It was quiet on deck as it was still early morning. The sun was up, Jack and I were up, but most of the crew were still down below. We had escaped from Fitzwilliam and his crew the night before, largely thanks to them being severely outnumbered on an island full of pirates. They had retreated and we had deliberately lost sight of them. The sea was empty around us, which made me feel safe. Safer than I had before. I genuinely believed the worst was over. I wrapped my arms around Jack, glad to have him there. It would have been hell trying to make it on my own. It was good to have his support in the morning, rather than his brother's, though Hugh had been great with me.

"Cap'n," Gibbs looked cheery despite how early it was. I felt Jack sigh.

"Yes, Master Gibbs?"

"Well, now that we're away and everything seems to be in order, should we not be setting sail for the Fountain of Youth?"

"Patience, Gibbs," Jack said. I almost laughed because he was the most impatient man on the ship. "It'll be a long voyage, there's no telling how long and we didn't have time to get any of the things we unloaded at Teague's back on board. So, what'll we be needing?"

Gibbs looked genuinely confused. "Food?"

"More important than food."

He thought for a long time. "Weapons," he said with some pride. Jack shook his head and Gibb's pride deflated.

"More important than weapons."

"Rum," I sighed. Gibbs looked like he could have kicked himself.

"Good, love," Jack smiled at me, then he frowned at Gibbs. "Call yourself a pirate, man?" He put his arm around me and walked me away, leaving Gibbs alone and shamed. I was right to worry when I saw that Jack looked thoughtfully. "Rum's a good baby name, don't you think?"

"… No."

It was beginning to seem as if Tortuga was the one thing that remained a constant place in my life. I wasn't altogether too sure how much I trusted Tortuga to supply us with everything we needed, but Jack assured me I wouldn't get food poisoning. We got there in the morning and were only just ready to leave again as night fell. It really did look like this journey was going to be an exceedingly long one. I just prayed that it would be worth it and it wouldn't be our last. I hadn't forgotten Teague's reaction to the Fountain and the Charts. I trusted Teague more now than I ever had before and his feelings against the Fountain were so strong it made me uneasy. I wished that Jack had heeded his warning, but I knew that because Teague had forbidden him from going Jack would be more determined than ever. So it was with some sense of foreboding that I helped load the last few creates from the dock to the Pearl and stepped onto the deck to embark upon another perilous journey on Uncharted Waters. On stranger tides.