"I still think…"

"For the last time, we are not calling our baby Rum or anything else you've suggested that is even remotely ridiculous!" I snapped.

There was a short silence, during which I glared at the floor, my arms folded awkwardly over my baby-bump. It was uncomfortable and starting to get in the way of everything I did. Stupid, stupid thing. And it would only get bigger. "Well…" Jack muttered. "Someone's clearly slap-bang in the middle of a mood swing."

I glared at him. If I was having a mood swing, it was his fault for getting me pregnant in the first place. "Shut up," I said and lay back down onto the bed I'd been sitting on. I closed my eyes. I felt him sit down beside me. "Go away," I said without opening my eyes or moving from my position.

"Fine," he sighed and the mattress creaked as he stood up again. He went away. Even though it was what I'd asked him to do, it annoyed me. I sat up and looked around. He was sitting at his desk pretending not to be watching me. I stood up and grabbed a book.

"Have you read this?" I asked him, thumping it down on the desk.

"Eh, yeah…" he said, rather unconvincingly. I raised an eyebrow. He widened his eyes. "What? I have! I've had it for years! Honestly, Belle do you seriously think I would… why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because this is the book we got from Indigo two weeks ago."

"Oh." He looked sheepish. "So, I've not had it for years, then."

"No." I said tersely. "You haven't. And you haven't read it either, have you?"

"No," he admitted after a moment of squirming under my glare. I nodded.

"I knew it." I could see him physically trying to stop himself from rolling his eyes. He looked annoyed. Good. "Don't you think you should have?"

"I thought I'd just skim it…" he said. I sighed.

"You can't just skim it! It's important."

"You've read it?" Jack asked.

"Not all of it, but enough."

He brightened. "Oh, good. Now I don't have to."

"What? How did you reach that conclusion?"

"Well, you can just take us through it," he shrugged. "No point in both of us reading it." I clenched my jaw. His smile faded and he recoiled a little. I slammed my fist down on it.

"No. No, I can't just 'take you through it'. You're the Captain, you should know what we're up against."

He looked at me in that way he does when he's trying to decide just how angry I am and whether or not he can get away with a joke or two. I hoped for his sake that he'd realise he couldn't. Just as he was about to say something the door opened and Gibbs popped his head round. "Sorry to interrupt," he said. "But, eh… I think we're there."

Jack sprang up. My heart jumped. We were there? Already? But it had only been two weeks since we'd left Indigo's. I know it sounds long, but it didn't feel it. I didn't feel ready. We weren't ready. We weren't even close to ready. I wished I had had more warning. I grabbed the book, it made me feel that tiny bit safer, before I followed Jack and Gibbs out of the Cabin and onto the deck.

It was absolutely boiling, at a temperature that, with no wind, is incredibly uncomfortable. And there was not even a whisper to be felt. It had been a slow days' travel because of it, but here we were sure enough. Lined up with Bermuda. I scanned the sea for any visible sign of the Triangle, the border between our world and a completely different one, but of course there was nothing. The crew looked around uncertainly.

"You're sure this is it?" Ragetti asked. "Are we in the right place? How do we know this is where is anyway?"

Jack rolled his eyes and pointed as the faint mass of land in the distance. "Is that or is it not Bermuda?" he asked. Ragetti nodded.

"It is."

"Then where else are we supposed to find the Bermuda Triangle if not near Bermuda?"

Ragetti was silent, the concentration screwing up his face. Jack moved on, going back into the Cabin and coming out with the tiny glass bottle of purple-red liquid that Indigo had given us. I knew what it was now. He went and held it over the rail. He hesitated as a silence fell over everyone. I could hear their nerves crackling along with my own.

"How much do you reckon I should put in?" he asked. I knew the answer, but I wasn't going to tell him. He should have read the bloody book.

"All of it?" said Pintel.

"Aye, best to be safe than sorry," Gibbs agreed.

"No!" I snapped before he could tip the bottle. I cursed everything I could think of for breaking the vow of silence I had so recently made, but he was about to make a mistake that would affect everyone. "We need it to get back out again. One drop will do."

"You're an angel," he winked and in my head I swore in his patronising face. He took out the miniature cork and stretched his hand out over the sea.

"Cap'n!" Gibbs said and the warning tones in his voice told us all to look. He was looking out to sea. "White sails, headin' this way."

He pulled out an eyeglass which I snatched from him immediately, my heart in my mouth. I looked at the ship through it and almost choked. "It's not that ship you should be worried about," said Marty, looking at the one on the other horizon. I had to disagree with him.

"What is it?" Jack asked, not clarifying which of us he was talking to.

"George," I said.

"Blackbeard," Marty muttered.

I wasn't sure which name filled me with the most dread. I turned back to Jack, sure that now there was no way that he was planning on-

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