It's been a while! So don't hate me much that it took so long for this chappie!!!
"World's End?" I asked.
"Aye. Searching." Barbossa said.
"Searching for what?"
"This." He held out a map, which I laid on the table and studied it.
"It's a map of the Pirate Lord's country. How did you get it?" I asked astounded.
"Persuasion." Barbossa grinned.
I smiled back and studied the charts more. "But why did you bring them to me?"
"Because I also brought something else, love." He led me outside, motioning to a ship a few leagues away. "It's yours."
"What's her name?" I asked, staring at her.
"The Sea Devil." Barbossa said, smiling a bit. I smiled with him, because that was what he used to call me when I was younger.
Jack had knocked over a chair in my cabin, causing Barbossa to go back, pistol at the ready. Barbossa stared at Jack, but more at the girl who was standing behind him. Jack was looking at the barrel of the pistol when Barbossa spoke.
"Who do ye have here, Cia? A prisoner?"
"Hardly. A stowaway."
"Who's this girl?"
The girl spoke up. "I am Lydia Sparrow."
"Lydia?" I whispered.
"I tried to tell ya, love," Jack said to me.
"Who is she, Father?" Lydia asked.
"This is Captain Cia Jones, daughter of Davy Jones."
"Isn't she the one who you said would....." Lydia began.
Jack put a hand over her mouth before she could continue. She tried to pull the hand off but Jack made her be silent. I took the pistol from my uncle, putting it on the table. Jack eyed it, but knew not to try anything when I put my hand on my cutlass.
"Isn't this a happy gathering?" Jack said.
"No. BOSUN!" I shouted. "Take them to the brig."
"Aye, Miss Jones." Bosun said. "I mean, Mrs. Turner."
"Miss Jones will do. Now go about it."
Jack and Lydia were taken down to the brig as I continued my conversation with my uncle.
"I have to talk to Will. Let him know that now I have my own ship."
"What's this about young Master Turner?" Barbossa asked.
"He is my husband now, Uncle. And the Captain of this ship. At least, he thinks he's Captain."
"What about Jack?"
"What about him?" I asked, starting to get mad. "He betrayed me. He's where he belongs."
"Well, now, I ain't one to give advice to ye youngsters, but perhaps he wasn't betrayin' ya. Perhaps he thought you betrayed him."
"Did this trip to World's End touch you in the head?"
"No." Barbossa said, laughing. "But she did. Come in, love."
In walked Tia Dalma, one of my closest friends. We hugged each other and I led her on deck. "What brings you here, Tia?"
"Nothing, Cia." Tia said. "I am here with de Captain. To find the heart of Davy Jones, and bring him back."
"It is too late, my friend. My father is dead and Will has given his sacrifice to be Captain."
"I see. Then I give ye this," She said, bringing a necklace over her head. "It has your father's blood in it."
"Thank you, Tia." I hugged her again. "I must speak with my mother and Will. Excuse me."
I ran back to my mother's cabin. When I entered, I found nothing in it. Not her clothes, or her. Just a note that said she had left. I tore the note in half, storming on deck. Will had come to find me and I bumped into him.
"What is wrong, Cia?" He asked, concerned.
"My mother has left again." I walked to the brig, followed closely by Will. "I've got stowaways, Will. They're here."
"Jack?" Will asked. "And who is she?"
"Lydia Sparrow is my name." She answered.
"The daughter of Jack Sparrow?" Will asked. "Who is the mother?"
Jack looked to me, coyly. "Care to answer that question, Cia?"
"I am." I said, sharply. "From when Jack and I were married."
"You were married to him?" Will asked.
"Yes, a long time ago. When Jack Sparrow was a respectable man. When he worked for Lord Cutler Beckett."
"You worked for Beckett?!" Will asked.
To be quite honest, Jack did work for Beckett. But they had a disagreement and Jack was branded as a Pirate.
"Aye." Jack said. He looked down at Lydia, who looked quite disappointed in her legendary father.
"Then it's time to give you back, Captain Sparrow." Will said. "We're returning you to Port Royal and to Lord Beckett."
Will turned to leave and I followed him, protesting.
"You cannot return him to Port Royal, Will! Beckett will kill him!"
"What does it matter if he kills Jack? You wanted to do it yourself!"
"But that's different!"
"HOW!?" Will asked, shouting. "Or is it that perhaps you still love your precious Captain Sparrow."
"Why do you despise him?"
"He took away my love, so I took away his! He got was he deserved!"
"But you made me marry you! Someone I don't love and you want me to just stand by and watch you kill him?!"
"It would be preferred!" Will snarled.
"If you were half the man that my father OR Jack was, then you would be bigger than this!"
Will slapped me hard across the face. "I am twice the man your slimy git of a father was."
"No! You're cruel! You take the lives of people who don't belong in your crew!"
Will pushed me down the stairs and I hit my head hard on the deck. Jack heard the loud plunk and ran out of the brig, followed by Lydia and Barbossa. Jack hurried to me and put my head in his lap. I pushed to get up and staggered back up the stairs.
"You will not strike me, William Turner!"
"I can do what I wish to my wife and servant!"
"I AM NO MAN'S SERVANT!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
Barbossa and Jack held me back as I tried to fight Will. I collapsed in their arms and Barbossa carried me to my cabin. When I blacked out, Jack was standing over me with his daughter.
When I woke up, Lydia was sitting in a chair by my bed. I rose, making no noise, and walked out. Jack was standing guard by my door, keeping Will away. When he saw me, he smiled and took my hand.
"Do you forgive me, love?"
"How could I stay mad at you? You always save the day."
Will walked down the stairs by my cabin. He glared at me and I smiled at him. "I have to talk with you, Will. It's very important."
"What is it, Cia?" Will asked.
"I need to say this in private."
Will and I walked to my father's and I sat at the organ. "Will, I need to tell you something very important."
"Yes, you said that. What do you need?"
"Will, I'm pregnant and the child is yours."
"What?" Will asked. He smiled and looked at my stomach.
"I'm pregnant." I repeated. I smiled secretly to myself, knowing who the child really belonged to.
