Elizabeth and nine-year-old Jacob stood together on the cliff above New Flimwell, waiting. Earlier Jacob had been skipping along and singing Elizabeth's old pirate song from her childhood, but now he just stood there with her, looking out to sea.

"Mum?" Jake asked. "What if he doesn't like me?"

"He'll love you, darling," Elizabeth assured her son. "He's been waiting for years to see you again." She stroked his dark brown hair away from his face.

"I'm a bit nervous," the boy confided. "Anyway, how can I have two fathers that are both alive?"

"I married Will in the middle of a pirate battle, and he was killed just moments later," Elizabeth explained, "Your dad made a big sacrifice that day so that Will could remain somewhat alive, even if he had to live on the ship of the dead from then on. And then the goddess of the sea did a miracle so that Will and I could have you! It was your dad's quick thinking that kept Will from dying completely."

"Dad always thinks quickly," Jacob said with pride. Then, with a worried little frown, he asked. "Is it bad if I still think of Dad as my father? It's just that I don't know Mr Turner, mum. It seems like I'm being disloyal to Dad."

"No, darling, of course it's not bad if you think of Dad as your father. He's known you and loved you since right after you were born. But Will and your dad have always been good friends. Well, more or less, anyway. Your dad wants you to have this chance to get to know your blood father. Let me ask you—did Dad seem bothered about your spending time with your blood father, maybe getting to know him a bit? Did he act like it would be disloyalty?"

Jacob grinned. "Not a bit. He seemed pretty happy down there at the pub, all right! Tommy Harrison was there, and Mr Quimby, and even Reverend Swift! People were buying Dad drinks right and left, and everyone wanted to see Joanna."

"There, you see? Your father Will is going to want to spend time with you and get to know you, Jacob. I hope you can give him that opportunity."

"I will, mum."

"Look, the sun's going down!" Together they watched as the green flash went up, and a handsome galleon appeared. It bore no resemblance to the old, spiky, rotted Flying Dutchman Elizabeth had known before.

"Let's go down to the beach!" Jacob cried, suddenly excited. Elizabeth laughed and followed more slowly. Just as she got to the bottom of the hill, Jacob stopped short so Elizabeth could catch up with him.

His mouth and eyes were wide open, staring at the waterline.

Will was emerging from the water, perfectly dry, and smiling. Elizabeth cried out his name and rushed past Jacob toward him. He met her halfway, arms outstretched, and laughing.

Elizabeth laughed too, giving him the strongest hug she could. "Oh, Will, I'm so glad to see you!"

"I'm glad you came to meet me!" he replied. "I wasn't sure. It's been so long!"

"Well, when Barbossa stole back his monkey, we lost our only method of contacting you. I'm just glad you managed to tear yourself out of Calypso's arms long enough to come see us!" Elizabeth teased, releasing him.

Will grinned and nodded. "And I see your devotion to Jack didn't keep you from coming to see me?"

"He wanted us to," Jacob piped up. "He said I ought to know my blood father."

Will held out his hand cautiously for his son to shake. "Jacob, it's a true pleasure to see you again at last."

"And you as well, sir," Jacob told him with a polite handshake. "Will you come up to the cottage?"

"Aye, I'd be glad to," Will said. "But you're my son. You don't have to call me sir."

"What would you like me to call you?"

"How about 'dad'?" Will asked, offering a hand to each of them as they walked back up the hill.

Jacob looked uncomfortable, and Elizabeth intervened. "That's what he calls Jack, Will. He doesn't want to seem disloyal to the man who raised him."

"Ah," Will said. "I should have guessed. Quite right, too." He swung their clasped hands between them as he looked down at Jacob. "Well, Jacob, if you're uncomfortable calling me 'Father,' then how about you just call me Uncle Will until you're grown up, and then you can drop the 'uncle.' We won't worry about proper etiquette, you and I. We'll just do what works for us. Will that do for you, Jacob?"

"Aye, sir, that will do fine. I mean, Uncle Will." He let go of Will's hand and leaped ahead to the cottage. "Do you want to see my sword?"

"Very much," Will told him. "I love swords. I make them, you know."

Elizabeth went in and played hostess, watching them play together with a smiling face and a full heart. She made a modest dinner, knowing that Jack would be bringing up some food from the pub later—and some drink as well, she'd bet anything—after they'd had a chance to talk and spend some time together without him.

She let Jacob stay up until he was yawning every minute, and then sent him to bed. Will went with him, and they had a little "man to man" chat before he came back to the table in the kitchen. He sat down opposite her.

"Tell me about you, now," he asked. "And Jack, of course. Marriage happy?" He asked with a smirk.

She smacked his hand where it lay on the table. "Of course it is!"

"Must have been one of the shortest engagements in history. What was it, a week?"

She pursed her lips. "And a half. We got delayed by the storm."

Will laughed out loud, only hushing when she smacked him again and pointed toward the bedroom—he oughtn't to wake Jacob!

"Didn't waste much time, did he?" He asked, grinning.

Elizabeth's face took on a demure look. "He never has been one to waste much time when he wants something," she said.

"I always wanted to ask—how on earth did there happen to be a clergyman on board?"

"We were on our way to return my aunt to Port Royal, and we took a ship. Dutch. Mostly fabric and lace for cargo, and some goats and Dutch cheese. Anyway, there was a clergyman on there who was a friend of Jack's, so Jack kidnapped him off the ship and had him perform our wedding for us."

Will shook his head with a laugh. "The thought that Jack is friends with a clergyman is astonishing, but his kidnapping him surprises me not at all."

Elizabeth laughed. "Yes, it is very Jack, isn't it? But Philip must not have minded overmuch, as he's since made his home here in New Flimwell."

"What of your aunt?"

"She's well. She and Captain Teague live quite happily together in Port Royale."

"Wait—your aunt lives with Captain Teague?"

"I know, isn't it funny? Jack performed their wedding for them right here on the Pearl, only a few months after we got married!"

Will grinned and shook his head. "Amazing. Do you remember that first time we spoke on the Pearl? Have you been able to help Jack gain some respectability?"

"He and I have both been pardoned of piracy and all related crimes. We work for the governor and are good friends with the fort commander. Due to my aunt's influence, we have the ear of the governor. Jack's being married to the daughter of the previous governor helps with that, as does the fact that our Jacob is best friends with the governor's little girl."

"That's good to hear, Elizabeth," Will said. "And how are you personally? Are you happy?"

A shadow crossed Elizabeth's face. "Mostly."

Will frowned. "'Mostly'? What's wrong? Is it Jack?"

She shook her head. "No, of course not! I'm very happy with Jack! It's just that… we should have four children by now, but I lost the twins two years ago. I didn't have any problems with Joanna, but the twins didn't live long after they were born. I just... I miss my babies. The ones I should have had."

"Robert," Will said, with sympathy. "And Isabella."

"How did you know?" Elizabeth cried, astounded.

Will placed a gentle hand on top of her hand. "Jack brought them to me," he told her quietly. "I was able to take care of them and ferry them to the other side. They're fine, Elizabeth. They're with your parents now."

Elizabeth covered her mouth as her eyes filled with tears.

"What's all this, William?" came Jack's voice from the door. "You're making my wife cry?" He set down his packages

"Oh, Jack!" Elizabeth cried as she ran into his arms. "You never told me! How could you never tell me!"

Jack hugged his weeping wife and shot Will a bewildered look.

"Your babies, Jack," Will said. "I ferried them across. They're fine."

Jack buried his face in Elizabeth's hair, and closed his eyes in relief. "There, darling," he told her, "Didn't I tell you they'd be all right?"

Someone Will didn't recognize knocked on the open door. "Pardon me, folks," the newcomer said, "But what do ye want me to do with this?" He indicated the sleeping little girl in his arms.

Jack and Elizabeth parted. "Oh!" Elizabeth exclaimed. "Right in the bedroom. Thank you, Tommy!"

Tommy came in and gently placed the girl on the bed, then stood up straight and stretched. He was young, in his early twenties, blond and brawny.

"'Preciate the help, Tommy," Jack told him. "Here, come meet our friend. He doesn't get to visit that often."

"Will Turner," Will introduced himself, rising to shake the lad's hand.

"Tom Harrison. Pleasure."

Jack was rummaging around in the parcels he'd left by the door. "Me hands were full with food and drink, so Tommy was good enough to bring Joey home for us," he said.

"Joey?" Will asked, amused.

Jack looked up. "Aye, short for Joanna. You'll have to meet her in the morning. She's a firecracker." He got up and handed Tommy some coins. "Thanks again, mate. Tell Harry we'll be around for a few days, eh? And ask your step-mum if she'll be good enough to stop in tomorrow morning—she'll get a chance to borrow our children."

Tommy grinned. "Yes, sir. I imagine she'll like that well enough! I know my little sister will be thrilled! 'Night, all. Nice to meet you, Mr Turner!"

"Nice kid," Will said after the young man had left.

Elizabeth nodded. "He's the son of my friend, the one who wrote to Jack in the first place to tell him I was ill. He got sort of adopted by Mr Harris, the carpenter who rebuilt our house."

"And his stepmother is going to borrow your children?"

Jack nodded. "Loves 'em. Jake and Joey are her daughter's best mates, and we don't get a chance to stop here as often or as long as they'd like. Not to mention that I fully intend to stay up all night drinking with you both, and I'm going to want to sleep late tomorrow."

Will laughed. "Have it all planned out, do you?"

Elizabeth smiled. "He's been looking forward to this for months. He wants to see if he can drink the undead under the table."

"A worthy and noble goal," Will complimented, producing a bottle of rum out of thin air and handing it to Jack. "Pity it's hopeless."

"We'll just see about that," Jack took up the challenge.

The next morning, Will sat slumped in the kitchen chair, nursing the last bottle of rum. He never got drunk anymore, so it hadn't been a fair contest. Jack had given a good account of himself, though, and even Elizabeth had given him a run for his money. They'd had such fun, talking and laughing (and occasionally crying, when the drink flowed freely and the conversation turned maudlin) all night long. They hadn't given up and fallen asleep until almost dawn.

Will had used some of his Dutchman powers to transport them to their bed in the other room, at the same time moving little Jacob and Joey out to their pallets in the kitchen. It was almost sunrise. He'd have to leave soon.

Will felt something pluck his sleeve. He looked down.

Two huge velvety-black eyes in a fine-boned face looked up at him. "Are you my brother's father?" she whispered in a typically loud child's whisper.

He nodded and whispered back, "Yes. Are you my son's sister?" She was about seven or eight, and was so obviously the child of Jack and Elizabeth that he had to smile. She had Jack's eyes, huge in her tiny, pink-cheeked face, which was framed by glossy black curls. She had Elizabeth's jaw line and mouth, and Will could already tell she was going to grow up to be just as lovely as her mother.

"Yes, sir. What am I to call you?"

"You can call me Uncle Will. Is that all right?"

She nodded. "Are you really dead, Uncle Will?"

"Not exactly," he said. "I'm sort of in between."

"Oh," she said. "Are you married?"

Will smiled. "I'm married to the sea."

Just then Jacob woke up and bounded to his feet. "You're married to the sea?" he asked. "How can you be married to the sea? You used to be married to my mum."

"But now she's married to Dad," Joey said. She gave him a skeptical look, hands on hips. "That's very odd, Uncle Will. No one can be married to more than one person unless one of them dies!"

Will chuckled. "It is odd, and no mistake. No one else in the world has a situation like ours, I'd wager. Would you like to meet my wife?"

"How can we, if you're married to the sea?" Jacob asked practically.

Will stood up and held out a hand to each of them. "Come and see. I have to leave at sunrise anyway; would you like to see me to my ship?"

They both grabbed his hands and walked together down to the beach. Will let go of their hands and knelt at the water's edge, placing his hands flat in it, palm-down. He made a couple of strange gestures, and then stood up, wiping his hands off on his trousers.

"Here she comes."

Calypso emerged from the sea like a dark-skinned Aphrodite on the crest of a wave. Her hair was no longer dreadlocked, but long and wavy, and she smiled at the children with even, white teeth.

"This is my wife, Calypso, goddess of the sea," Will introduced her. "These are—"

"I know who dey be," she said with a smile. "I recognize my blessin' on you, Jacob Turnah. I put dat on you when you was only a baby. And you," she said, turning to little Joey. "Joanna Sparrow, I know you as well."

"But I never met you before, Mrs Calypso," the child pointed out reasonably. "Or are you my aunt, ma'am?"

"Aunt will do, child. Your parents know me very well," Calypso said with laughter in her voice.

"What did my brother do to get blessed?" Joey asked. "And how can I do it too?"

Calypso and Will both laughed. "Dis be de chil' of Jack Sparrow an' no mistake!" Calypso exclaimed. "She destined for great t'ings." She reached out and placed her hand on the child's head. Water seeped down from her hand, soaking the little girl's curls and making her blink several times.

"Your whole family love de sea," she said, "An' so de sea love you back. Bot' of you," she said. She looked up at the top of the hill where the cottage stood, with Jack and Elizabeth both asleep in it and added, "All o' you."

"It's time to go," Will pointed out, nodding at the edge of the sun rising above the sea. He knelt down to speak to the children. "Jacob, I'm very proud to be your father, and I am very glad that you also have a 'dad' who loves you as much as I know Jack does. Joey, I know I'm not your father, but I hope you will come to see me as family someday even though I'm not around much. And now I have an important message for you to carry to your parents." He leaned in and whispered something in Joey's ear, and then in Jacob's.

He sat back on his heels and regarded the children. "Can you both remember that? It's very important."

They nodded eagerly and both hugged him goodbye. Joey went and hugged Calypso as well, and Jacob, after a moment of hesitation, followed suit.

"Goodbye, Uncle Will! Goodbye, Aunt Calypso!" The two children waved them off as Will took Calypso's hand in his and disappeared into the waves with her.

Suddenly, the children were no longer on the beach, but back up in the cottage. As one, they ran out onto the bluff overlooking the beach, and, waving, watched the Dutchman sail into the rising sun.

A green flash illuminated the sky as they turned back toward the cottage and went back to their pallets, talking excitedly in whispers until finally dozing off again.

Jack and Elizabeth woke up shortly before Mrs Hound II was to come up to visit and pick up the children.

Jack groaned and held his head as he walked very softly around the little house. "Think we're getting too old for this sort of thing, 'Liz'beth?" Jack asked, shading his eyes from the bright morning sun with a grimace.

"No," she said, not having drunk as much as he, and therefore not having nearly as much of a morning head. Then she narrowed her eyes at him. "Well, you may be…"

"Oh, shut it, love, or I'll shut it for you," Jack growled, grabbing her and hauling her against him for a kiss.

Jacob and Joey heard them stirring and came running in. "We saw Uncle Will's ship!" Joey cried.

"Aye, and we got to meet his wife!" Jacob added.

"His wife?" Elizabeth asked, puzzled.

"Aye, Aunt Calypso, the sea goddess. He told us he's married to the sea," Jake explained.

His mother exchanged amused glances with Jack. "Makes sense," she said.

He nodded with a grin. "Well, he did give her his heart. Must've been their sort of wedding."

Elizabeth laughed. "That would mean they have the same anniversary as us!"

Jack grinned.

"And he gave us messages for you," Joey added importantly. "He told me to say that 'he and his wife love you both very much."

"Was that it?" Jake asked, skeptically. "He gave me a better one." He turned to his parents and said, "Uncle Will told me to tell you that our family have all been blessed by the sea—"

"Yes, and she blessed me, too!" Joey interrupted. "Right on top of my head!"

Jacob elbowed her and went on. "And he said that he expects our parents will receive one more blessing."

Jack's eyebrows went up. Elizabeth gasped.

Just then Mrs Hound II knocked on the door. "Yoo hoo! Good morning, my flock o' Sparrows!"

"Good morning, Mrs Hound!" Elizabeth greeted. "How are you?" She grinned. "More to the point, how's Mr Harris? He's asked me about you, you know?"

"Oh, you're a bit naughty, aren't you, Mrs Sparrow? And my not-so-sainted husband barely cold in his grave—"

"—these six years—" Jack put in quietly.

Mrs Hound winked at him. "Wouldn't want Mr Harris to think me a sure thing, now, would I? Best thing in the world, to keep a man waiting!"

"Yes, but for how long?" Elizabeth teased.

"As long as it takes him to win me, my dear!" Mrs Hound said, laughing. "I'm worth waiting for, you see!"

"Pity you didn't have that attitude with Hound," Jack remarked.

"Oh, Captain Sparrow, you know that was a different situation entirely, what with poor little Tommy and Annabelle needing a new mother right away! No, I'm not a bit sorry I married Hound. Not a bit. Those children needed me!"

"Ah, but with Mr Harris adoptin' Tommy—I noticed he's calling himself Harrison now—and you being widowed now, things might change!" Elizabeth told her with a smile. "You're certainly looking well!"

"I am positively blooming, my dear," the lady told her. "And so are you, from the look of you. Well, I don't have the experience with midwifery that my predecessor had, but if you need me, Mrs Sparrow, do call on me, won't you? And now where are your delicious children? I'm feeling hungry this morning!"

She roared and chased a giggling Jacob and Joey right out the door. She turned to call back, "I'll have 'em home by supper! Maybe!"

Jack went and closed the door behind her with a speculative look in his eye as he turned to his wife. "Something you planned to tell me?" he asked her.

"I'd been afraid to," Elizabeth admitted. "Afraid I might jinx this one. I was so devastated when we lost Bobby and Bella!"

Jack pulled her into his arms and held her. "'Lizabeth, you heard the lad. A blessing, he said. I'm fairly sure that means it will be well."

She smiled and pulled his face down to hers to kiss. "What would I do without you, Jack?" she asked.

"Well, you'd be living here alone for one thing," he said practically. "You'd have Jacob, but no husband, no fun, no love or companionship, no rum, no daughter…"

"Trust you to rank the rum above the daughter!" Elizabeth said tartly.

He grinned and kissed her again. Then he lifted his head. "Listen!"

Elizabeth listened for a moment. "I don't hear anything."

"'Xactly."

He took her hand and led her back into the bedroom, closing and locking the door behind them.

Note: If you do a Google image search for "Naomie Harris," the first couple of pics that show up are how I envision Calypso looking in this chapter. Not so much tattered and stained, but clean and beautiful and strong.

This is probably going to be the last little oneshot related to this story. I don't have any more written, and my obsession with "Pirates" is starting to fade and be replaced with a new one (a "Who" one, specifically!) Thank you to everyone who read this, and I hope you all enjoyed it. I had a blast writing it, and I appreciate every single review. Best, CL