Note: Okay, this scene is really questionable and bordering on M territory, so please, please skip it if you're not comfortable with that sort of thing. It's just my lighthearted and naughty answer to the question of "how on earth can Will and Elizabeth have a child if he was dead?"

I originally cut it from the "Calypso's Power" chapter when I decided to take it in a very different direction from this. But if anyone was wondering about the question of Jacob's existence, well, wonder no more. Oh, and, uh... sorry. :)

Suddenly Calypso coalesced from the shadows in the corner of Jack's cabin.

"You enjoyin' my gif', William Turnah?" she asked, smiling at the sight of him holding the baby.

He beamed at her. "Very much, Calypso. Thank you!"

"Welcome aboard, Tia," Jack said. "Didn't expect to see you so soon."

"Somethin' you say yesterday made me come," she said. "'Bout my William stayin' in touch wid de living."

Jack frowned in puzzlement. "You hadn't got here yet when I said it!"

She smiled. "You on de sea when you say it."

"So you're aware of every single thing that happens on the sea, anywhere?" Elizabeth asked.

"Yes," Calypso replied, "An' lucky for your son dat be de case."

"I'm not sure what you mean," Elizabeth said.

Will cleared his throat. "It's fine, Elizabeth. It's—uh—er—"

"What do you mean, 'it's fine'? What are you talking about? Why is it lucky for Jacob?" Elizabeth asked.

Will, face blazing red, cleared his throat again. "It's just that—well, it's what I told you earlier. The dead can't father children. Calypso made it possible."

"How?" Elizabeth demanded.

Calypso smiled mysteriously. "I know my William from long ago… and he know me as well," was all she said.

Elizabeth gave her a blank look that matched Jack's. Calypso just smiled wickedly.

After a moment, Jack drew his eyebrows together. "Wait a minute," he said. "Are you talking about knowing, here? Like, you know, knowing? In the Biblical sense?"

He looked at Calypso and started to smile. "Was that why you already knew his name when you first met? He had already 'known' you, as it were?"

She nodded.

Jack started laughing. "Oh, my, Willie!" he crowed. "Never knew you had it in you! Guess I shouldn't be surprised, a young buck like you, growing up in a harbor town, pinin' hopelessly for the governor's daughter! Had to blow off your… er, steam, somewhere, didn't you? Why not in the sea? Quiet little swim, private, no one the wiser…"

"I don't understand," Elizabeth said. "What are you all talking about?"

Jack drew her aside and whispered in her ear for a moment, and then stood back and watched in fascination as her jaw dropped and she turned even redder than Will.

"You mean—? At Port Royale?" she exclaimed incredulously. "In the sea?"

She looked at Calypso in disbelief. "And you kept it? Does that sort of thing happen to you… often?" Her voice went so high on the last word that it was almost a squeak.

"Only for dose who love de sea," she replied.

Elizabeth looked suspiciously at Jack. "You love the sea," she accused.

He held up one finger. "Ah, but never carnally," he said.

"He nevah knew me as well as I had hoped," Calypso mourned.

"No, love, I leave that to your new-found dolly-beau," Jack said, still grinning.

Elizabeth stared in shock at Will. "I'm not sure whether to be grateful for my son, or appalled and disgusted at the getting of him!"

"How about both?" was Jack's helpful suggestion.

That was all I wrote of that scene, before I decided I'd rather have Calypso throw a tantrum instead. The thought of it did amuse me, though, so I thought I'd share this little snippet with anyone else who might think it's funny.