"Bo?" I asked. "I thought you were dead."
"Not quite, Cia, my dear." Bo walked to me, took my hand and led me to the window.
"How are you alive?"
"That's not important."
"How are you the Sea Creator?" I asked, confused.
"It's not important how I'm the Creator."
"Yeah, it is. My father is the sea. You can't be the creator."
"It isn't important." Bo repeated. "How is Lydia?"
I was confused. "My daughter is none of your concern."
"Untrue. She's my daughter too, Cia."
My jaw dropped to the floor.
Meanwhile, on the Pearl, Jack was in a frenzy.
"Where has Cia gone?" He asked, pacing in the brig. He wasn't locked up, but he couldn't get to the rum.
"I could help, Jack." Beckett offered.
"Thanks, mate, but I don't need yer help."
Lydia gasped and held her stomach.
"What's wrong, sweet?" Beckett asked her.
"My stomach feels odd." Lydia put a hand to her head. "I'll be fine."
Back to the Creator!!!
"That's impossible!" I said. "You can't be Lydia's father. For one thing she looks like Jack. For another thing we never EVER did.........you know........."
"But I am the Sea Creator. I control all aspects of the sea." Bo picked up a goblet. "Even you, Cia."
"No man can control me. Only the Heart can do so, and my father was freed from it."
"Was he really?" Bo gave me a goblet. "Drink, Cia, and forget all others."
I took the goblet and dumped the liquid on the floor. "I would never willingly give up my life. Not to be your servant. Not now, not ever."
Bo looked at the pool on the floor. He merely motioned and the stuff was back in the goblet and in my hands.
"You really don't have a choice, Miss Jones."
"It's Mrs. Sparrow, actually." I snapped.
"Then shall we take a stab at what you love most?"
"Meaning what?"
"I have more power than you realize." Bo walked around me like a dramatic movie. "Do you really want to see your loved ones dead or enslaved?"
"No." I looked at the blue colored liquid.
"Then do as I say, Cia." He raised the goblet to my lips and some went in my mouth.
"Finish it."
I did. He smiled and left the room. I stuck my fingers down my throat and made myself throw up.
"I'm nobody's pawn." I whispered, taking deep breaths. "This calls for desperate measures. I hope Jack understands."
Lydia held her stomach and took deep breaths. Beckett was worried about her, but she told him she was fine.
"Really, I don't need your attention. I'm okay. Really." Lydia stood and walked around. Really she felt awful, but she didn't want Beckett to know. She felt her stomach heave and she threw up. Beckett was at her side in a second.
Jack was watching. Cia told him not to go in the brig cells for any reason. But he knew exactly what was wrong with Lydia. She was pregnant.
Lydia continued to throw up. Jack felt terrible watching her, but Cia had given him strict orders. To take his mind off of his daughter, Jack drank rum. He wanted to help but Cia had told him how tricky Lydia and Beckett could be. He chugged bottle after bottle of rum. After a while, he fell asleep. He woke up to a slap in the back of the head. He saw his father, Captain Teague, behind him.
"Where be yer prisoners?" He asked.
"What do you mean, where are they?" Jack asked rubbing his head. "They're there."
"No, they're not boy." Captain Teague said.
Jack said, "They were just here!!! Where'd they go?"
Captain Teague rolled his eyes and asked, "Why'd Cia ever marry ye?"
Jack was nervous enough and ran past his father.
"Where is Cia anyway?" Teague asked his son.
"Uh, um," Jack didn't have an explanation.
Captain Teagues walked on deck looking for the couple. What they found was not what they expected.
"Ah, Captain Teague." Beckett said, walking to him. "So nice to see you. It's a shame in these circumstances."
Jack looked around and his father's gaze hit him. "Sorry."
The entire crew had their weapons aimed at them.
"Bugger. buggerbuggerbugger!" Jack muttered in his cell. "Where is Cia?"
"I don't know why she ever married you, you sad excuse for a pirate."
They heard footsteps and saw a body thrown on the ground. It was Calypso and she was badly hurt.
