Tilly watched as all the crew all scoffed down their dinner. She looked down at her still full plate and her stomach turned. Whatever magic the madeleines had performed on her constant feeling of nausea seemed to have worn off, and the baby was once again making even the idea of food sickening.

"Are you going to eat that?" Wee John asked.

Tilly shook her head and passed her plate over to him. He grinned and tucked into his newly acquired second helping.

"Hey! How come you get Tilly's portion‽" Frenchie cried,

"Because I asked," Wee John replied, as he shovelled another spoonful into his mouth,

"I'll play you for it," Frenchie replied.

Wee John shook his head, "Why would I do that? I already have it."

Tilly pushed herself to her feet and slunk out of the kitchen, away from the brewing fight. She made her way over to the edge of the ship and hung her head over the side. She shut her eyes as a wave of nausea rolled over her. She took a few deep breaths before promptly throwing up into the sea.

"Hey."

Tilly looked over her shoulder to see Ed walking towards her,

"I just want to see if you were okay…" he trailed off as he took in Tilly's state, "But I can see that you're not." Ed joined Tilly at the railings and started to rub circles into her back, "It's okay," he said, "I've seen people who have been at sea for twenty years get seasick. You haven't been here that long, it'll pass."

Tilly groaned, "It's not seasickness,"

"It's not?"

"No, it's morning sickness."

Ed frowned and glanced up at the dark sky, "It's not morning."

Tilly let out a huff, "I don't think the baby cares,"

"Pregnancy makes you sick?"

Tilly gingerly straightened up and turned to face Ed, "It does. It also makes me have no appetite,"

"That's why you keep giving away your dinner."

Before Tilly could say anything, another surge of nausea overtook her. She spun back around and threw up again into the water.

"Is there anything I can do?" Ed asked,

"Some water would be nice," Tilly replied,

"On it." Ed hurried back towards the kitchen and reemerged a minute later with a cup and a bucket. "Here," Ed passed Tilly the cup then held up the bucket, "I also got this in case you want to move away from the railings,"

"Thank you." Tilly took the bucket and sat down with her back to the railings. After a moment Ed sat down next to her. "What changed your mind?" Tilly asked.

Ed frowned, "Changed my mind about what?"

"About teaching me to fight,"

"Ah," Ed nodded, "That was Stede."

Tilly raised her eyebrow at Ed, "Stede told you to teach me to fight?"

"No, that's not…He changed my perspective on some things. He made me realise that what I was doing was cruel,"

"You weren't being…"

Ed cut Tilly off with a raised eyebrow of his own,

"It's okay," Tilly said, "I did spring the whole me being here thing on you,"

"Still, I shouldn't have kept my distance from you,"

"No," Tilly agreed, "But we can change that."

Ed smiled at Tilly, "Yeah, we can," he agreed.

Tilly returned the smile for a moment before she was hit with yet another rush of nausea, "Tell me about Captain Bonnet," she said,

"Stede? Why?"

"It doesn't have to be him, just please talk to me. I need a distraction."

Ed nodded, "Stede's…Stede's perfect."

Tilly smiled at the soft look on Ed's face,

"He likes me for me. He sees me in a way nobody else does,"

"You love him," Tilly teased,

"Yeah," Ed said solemnly.

Tilly's eyes widened slightly in surprised, she hadn't been expecting Ed to just admitted it. "I don't think I've ever been in love," she said,

"You weren't in love with Stephen?"

"No. He hit me."

Ed shrugged, "Doesn't mean you can't be in love with him. People fall in love with people who hurt them all the time."

Tilly shook her head, "I wasn't in love with him. I just liked him and then he showed his true colours, and I didn't like him anymore,"

"I'm sorry," Ed said,

"Why? It's not your fault,"

"I'm still sorry it happened to you."

Tilly let out a huff then turned to look at Ed, "Hey, we were meant to be talking about you, not me, go back to distracting me,"

"What do you want to know?" Ed asked

"How did you and Stede meet?"

Ed looked at Tilly for a moment before launching into the story about rescuing Stede from a Spanish ship.

Tilly let Ed's voice wash over her and let the nausea slowly fade away until she was reasonably certain she wasn't going to be sick again. She put the bucket back down onto the floor and moved so that she could rest her head on Ed's shoulder.

She wasn't sure when she drifted off, but the next thing she knew she was waking up in the Captain's cabin the next morning, with sun streaming through the window.

Tilly sat bolt upright and looked around the room. She looked over to the sofa where Ed and Stede and usually slept but it was empty. She must have slept in. It was rare for her to wake after Ed and Stede.

Tilly pushed off her blankets and climbed out of bed. She was still dressed in her clothes from yesterday, but given she had no memory of how she got to bed that wasn't really a surprise.

She made her way out of the cabin and onto the deck, where the crew were all milling around.

"What time do you call this?" Ed called with a grin, "I said lessons started first thing,"

Tilly rubbed her eyes, "Actually I think you just said they started in the morning."

Ed looked up at the sky, "I guess this still counts as the morning."

Tilly made her way over to Ed, "You could have woken me up you know,"

"Yeah, but you looked so peaceful, and I thought you could use the sleep,"

"That's another thing, how did I get to bed last night?"

"I carried you," Ed said, "You fell asleep on me, and I didn't want to wake you up,"

"Thank you,"

"You're welcome."

Tilly clapped her hands together, "Now, I believe you promised me some sword fighting lessons."

Ed sighed dramatically, "I suppose I did." He smiled and bent down to pick up two long sticks that lay next to his feet on the deck. He passed one to Tilly then took a few steps back, "Okay, try and copy my stance."

Tilly did her best to mimic the way Ed was standing. He smiled and walked over to Tilly. He tapped Tilly's leg, nudging it back slightly, "Okay, now raise your sword, well, stick."

Tilly held her stick out in front of her,

"Loosen your grip slightly, you don't want to hold your sword too tight, you want to be able to bend with the flow of the fight."

Tilly loosened her grip, and the stick fell out of her hand.

Ed jumped forward and caught it before it hit the ground, "Don't loosen your grip too much," he said as he passed the stick back to Tilly,

"Thanks."

Ed stepped back and raised his own stick, "Okay, now swing your stick up from the left to meet mine."

Slowly, Ed swung his stick at Tilly, giving her plenty of time to bring her stick up to meet his. There was a thud as their sticks hit each other.

"Good," Ed said with a smile, "Let's go again."

Ed and Tilly kept running through the one move over and over again, getting slightly quicker each time until Tilly could block Ed's swing at full speed.