A/N: Hello again everyone! I'm back with a new chapter! I hope everyone enjoys it! It's pretty long BUT I must warn you that it might be a little confusing. Please also know that SOME THINGS ARE NOT WHAT THEY SEEM! This fic will not follow the familiar cliche fics! So enough talking! Read!

Jack Sparrow

I watched Will for a few more moments as he clumsily took another swig of rum. He then leaned over the rail once more and almost slipped overboard. Just as I was about to grab him he steadied himself. I couldn't take anymore of his nonsense.

"Boy!"

Will quickly turned around. He stared at me as if he'd never seen me before. His ghastly frown turned into a deranged grin as he took a swig of rum. The haunting glow of the moonlight transformed him into the pirate he'd never wanted to become.

"What the hell are you doing over here? You look bloody awful." I said as I walked cautiously towards him.

He gulped down the last of his rum and threw the bottle into the sea. He glared at me and sneered.

"It's your fault."

"It's my fault? What's my fault?"

"That I'm like this!" Will exclaimed as he forcefully tugged on his shirt in agony.

"I'm sorry to tell ya this mate. I'm not the reason why you are out here being a drunken, babbling idiot."

"It is your fault!" He yelled as he took one quick step towards me, pointing his finger in my face as if he wanted to poke out my right eye.

I took a step back. The strong stench of rum emanated from his mouth. I looked at him confusedly for a moment before he began to speak again.

"It's your damn fault why I'm out here drunk, upset, angry, pissed…"

"Alright I get the picture." I interrupted and rolled my eyes. "What have I done to you now?"

He glared at me in absolute disgust as if he couldn't believe that I didn't know what he was referring to.

"You…you…you hurt her! You hurt my fiancé!" He struggled to say as he once again pointed his finger in my face.

"I did no such thing!"

"Oh yes you did! She would not be lying in that damn bed half dead if it wasn't for you!"

I rolled my eyes, for I was so sick of this nonsense. "We've already been over this earlier today! You know damn well I've never done anything to Elizabeth!"

"You have done a lot of damage to Elizabeth! You've changed her so much! You've defiled her…taken her maidenhead when she should have given it to me! You've turned her against me…and now…I've lost her!" He yelled angrily.

The roar of his angry voice suddenly cracked as if he was about to cry. He then turned around, stumbling over to the rail and leaned over. I thought he was about to vomit or throw himself overboard, but he began to weep. I watched him for a few moments as he struggled to compose himself. I was beginning to feel sorry for the lad. I've never seen him in such a state of borderline sorrow mixed with madness before. It was a little comical in a way in which his emotions changed in just a few short minutes. He was certainly the definition of a whelp. I wasn't sure if I should comfort him or walk away. I decided to do what was right and not turn away. I approached him warily.

"Will…" But he ignored me and mumbled incoherent words.

"I can't believe all of this has happened. Why me…why Elizabeth…why us?" I heard him say under his weeping.

"Will…come on mate…let's get you to bed to sober up." I suggested as I stepped closer to him.

When I placed my hand on his shoulder, he unexpectedly knocked my hand off of him and turned around.

"Get the hell away from me…I don't need your bloody help or sympathy."

I was slightly taken aback. His eyes were now feral and unrecognizable.

"Elizabeth is lying in there dying because of you! Who knows what she has? You could have given her a disease!"

"What? What the hell are you talking about? I didn't give her a disease!" I retorted angrily.

"You probably did! You slept with her didn't you? You've probably given her a venereal disease you contracted from all of those whores you've slept with!" He yelled irately as he took a step towards me.

My feelings of sympathy for the whelp quickly disintegrated into the air and were quickly replaced by feelings of anger.

"I don't have and never did have a venereal disease! Perhaps you are the one who has one and you're blaming me for it! I'm not the only one here who has been with other women! And if you must know, I haven't been with anyone else while I was with Lizzie! You, boy are the one guilty for that!"

His eyes suddenly widened in surprise. He was quiet for a few moments, for I knew that I'd gotten to him.

"Oh…so you thought no one would ever find out, aye? Well I know…I've seen you sneak off into town with different women at every port we've been to for the last few months. I remember the first woman I'd seen you with at Port au Prince…the fair-haired young lass in Martinique. She was the reason why you wanted to stay there longer. Then there were a number of other women that followed. Oh, and I almost forgot about the two whores you were with a couple of days ago. You can thank me for that. I'm sure they've given you a very special welcome onto this beautiful island."

His eyes widened even more in shock. I knew he was lost for words.

"You sent them over to me?"

My cynical smile broadened. "Aye."

"But I was drunk…they took advantage of me! I had no interest in them and you know that!" He protested.

"Oh come now William! You know damn well that you weren't taken advantage of! You were willing to do anything with them and every other woman you've encountered so far! So you tell me who could have given Elizabeth a venereal disease!"

Will's sorrow filled eyes turned away from me. He was still silent. He turned around and walked away to stand by the rail. I watched as he placed both hands on the wooden rail and lowered his head. Soon, faint sounds of weeping broke through the fog-engulfed air. I didn't know what to do, so I stood there and watched as he released his agony. He then sighed and began to speak in a low, ominous tone.

"She doesn't have a venereal disease."

"Of course she doesn't, mate. A bloody spiny fish has poisoned her. You were there when we discovered that."

Will was quiet as he nodded his head. He then turned around and looked at me. His eyes were dark and serious.

"There's something else wrong."

I started at him confusedly. My heart began to beat uncontrollably.

"What do you mean something else is wrong? Dr. Thompson didn't tell me anything else about her condition except the fact that she's slowly improving."

Will turned his gaze away from me for a quick moment then looked at me again. His eyes revealed that he knew something. I took a step closer to him.

"What did he tell you?"

He hesitated for a few moments as if he were struggling with his words. "Do you remember when Dr. Thompson suddenly began to press down on Elizabeth's abdomen and mentioned something about her body swelling?"

"Aye…he said that her body was reacting to the poison. The last time I visited Elizabeth earlier this evening he'd told me that the swelling had gone down."

Will's face suddenly turned to anger. I wasn't sure if he was angry with me visiting Elizabeth after he'd threatened me not to, or if it was something else.

He took one step closer to me. "You damn fool…that swelling didn't come from the bloody poison. Dr. Thompson didn't want to tell you the truth because you are not a family member or her fiancé."

"What the hell are you talking about! As Captain of this ship, I gave Dr. Thompson direct orders to keep me informed about her condition!"

"Captain or not! As her fiancé, I overrule you concerning Elizabeth! I told Dr. Thompson not to tell you what's really wrong with her!"

I was angry and confused at that moment. I didn't believe his wild claim that the physician lied to me about Lizzie's condition.

"Then what the hell did he tell you about Elizabeth!"

"She's pregnant! She's bloody pregnant!" He roared. He then turned around and leaned over the rail as he tried to compose himself.

His words shot through my body like a cannon. I was paralyzed…my heart felt like it had stopped dead in my chest. I watched as Will fell to his knees, finally collapsing from the weight of his anguish.

"That's not true…it can't be." I managed to utter.

"It's true! Why the hell do you think I left when he began to press down on her body? I couldn't face the truth of the situation!" Will snapped back.

I didn't know what to say, but I knew something was amiss.

"Do you know for certain that she's with child? When did Dr. Thompson tell you?"

Will was silent for a few moments…suspiciously too long. He slowly stood up and turned his body halfway towards me. He did not look me in my eyes, giving me even more reason not to believe his claim.

"He told me about an hour ago…that's why I came out here on deck to deal with the news. I've been distraught about this." He replied somberly.

"Has Elizabeth mentioned anything to you about her condition before she fell ill?" I asked as I stepped closer to him.

He nodded. "No."

"I don't understand…how can Dr. Thompson confuse the swelling in her abdomen as an affect of poison with swelling from pregnancy? Something does not add up here."

Will then slammed his hands down on the rail and quickly turned around to face me. "Do you think I'm lying? I'm not lying! Maybe Dr. Thompson isn't a good physician and he doesn't know the human body! All I know is that the future is now very uncertain for me…"

"For all three of us…" I said under my breath. At that moment, I felt as if I was in a dream. Nothing around me felt real. I closed my eyes hoping that I would find myself lying in bed, but when I opened them, I was disappointed to see Will standing by the rail, illuminated my the silver rays of the moon.

"I can't believe this…this is not happening." I said as I took a few steps away from Will.

"Well believe it because it's true. This doesn't concern you…why are you upset?" He asked as he stared at me in bewilderment.

I purposely averted his eyes. I certainly did not want to tell him that I had been intimate with Elizabeth again…and that I could have planted a seed in her belly.

"I'm just concerned about her health. Besides, you aren't the only one who loves her." I quipped.

Will's eyes beamed in anger. He quickly ran towards me and grabbed my collar, pinning me against the mast.

"You know nothing about love…you have no idea what Elizabeth and I are about to face."

"Get off of me." I sneered through gritted teeth, but he did not let go.

He sneered and grabbed my shirt collar even tighter. "I can just easily throw your ass overboard and no one will know what has happened to you. You are pathetic Jack! I don't know what Elizabeth sees in you!"

"I said, get the hell away from me!" I yelled as I pushed him off of me with all of my might.

"What be goin' on 'ere?" Gibbs yelled as he walked over to where Will and I stood.

"Nothing's going on Mr. Gibbs. The boy here is a drunken idiot and all I tried to do was help him."

"It's your bloody fault! I should have never come back on this ship!" Will yelled belligerently.

Gibbs looked at him in bafflement, then looked at me. "Jack…what be tha boy's problem?"

I hesitated for a moment, for I didn't want to repeat the devastating news. "He's delirious, mate…the sea has finally taken hold of his brain."

"Why don't you tell him what's going on Jack! Tell him the reason why Elizabeth is sick! Tell him what's wrong with her!"

Gibbs then walked over to Will, attempting to calm him down. "Calm down Will…I'll help ya get ta bed. Yer a mess boy." At that moment, Will broke down, collapsing onto his knees. Gibbs looked at me and began to help Will stand up.

"I can't believe all of this has happened Gibbs…" Will wailed.

"Don't worry 'bout tha lass…she be fine." Gibbs retorted.

Will shook his head. "No she won't…she's…she's with child!"

Gibbs eyes widened in horror. He looked at Will and then quickly shifted an accusing glare towards me. I turned around, for I was in no mood to answer to him. I turned back around and noticed Will standing and Gibbs gently guiding him away from the rail. Will then shook Gibbs away from him as he stumbled his way over to the door that led below deck.

"I'll be alright." He said to Gibbs as he walked away, his eyes glaring into my soul. I purposely averted his glare.

As Will walked away and made his way below deck, Gibbs quickly ran over to me. His eyes were filled with worry. I knew what he was about to say.

"Blessed mother and son Jack! Ms. Swann is with child! Why didn't ya tell me? I told ya months ago that tha young lass be fertile and ya shouldn't be doin' what ye were doin' with 'er!"

"I have to go." I said as I quickly began to make my way towards my cabin, but Gibbs, who grabbed me by my arm, quickly stopped me.

"Jack! Say somethin'! Ya just can't walk away! Does tha boy know you two were…you know since we've set sail?"

"No…and I'd like to keep it that way! I don't want to discuss this right now! I don't know if he's telling the bloody truth! He's a drunken idiot who's been babbling nonsensical things since I've found him out here crying for over an hour!"

Gibbs looked at me disapprovingly, making me feel worse than what I was feeling.

"I can't deal with this now Gibbs…I don't know what's the truth."

"Well ya 'ave ta do somethin' Jack. Ye just can't keep these charades goin'. Ask tha doctor what be ailin' Ms. Swann."

I looked at Gibbs and shook my head. "If only that was the solution, mate." I then walked away.

"Jack…" Gibbs called. I stopped in my tracks but did not bother to turn around.

"Leave me be Mr. Gibbs…this does not concern you." I said as I began to walk.

On my way towards my cabin, I stopped by Lizzie's cabin. I was compelled to go inside and ask Dr. Thompson about why he'd lied to me about Lizzie's condition. I placed my hand on the knob but before I walked inside, I looked through the window. Lizzie was still asleep and so was Dr. Thompson. I wanted to examine her myself, but for the first time in my life I was horrified. I didn't want to face the situation, whether it was the truth or not.

I let go of the doorknob and quickly made my way inside my cabin. A whirlwind of emotions raged through my body. I was angry, upset, confused, and a little scared. How could she have not told me about her condition? What if Will was lying? I knew for a fact that the poison from the spiny fish caused her body to swell. Dr. Thompson had shown me her abdomen and it wasn't swollen! I had seen him remove the stinger from her foot! What the hell is going on? I began to feel like my reality wasn't real...it was a pure hellish nightmare.

"I need a drink." I said as I made my way over to my desk and sat down in my chair. I removed a bottle of rum from the desk drawer. I went to take a swig from the bottle but then realized that there was no rum inside.

"Dammit!" I yelled angrily and threw the bottle against the wall, causing it to shatter into a million pieces.

I then rested my head in the palm of my hands as I tried to wrap my mind around the events from the night.

"What am I going to do?"

A/N: Well I hope no one is confused. Like I said in the beginning, it might be a little confusing and things are getting a bit complicated. So what do you think? Is Will lying? Should Jack believe what he said? Should Jack tell Will that he was still sleeping with Elizabeth before she fell ill? What the hell is going on? PLEASE STAY TUNED! THINGS WILL SORT ITSELF OUT SOON AND WE WILL KNOW THE REAL TRUTH! Also, has anyone seen on Stranger Tides? I LOVED IT! My writing gears are churning for shall I dare say a new pirate fanfic? We will see! But anyway you all know what to do, if you have anything to say, speak now or forever hold your peace until I post the next chapter! Thanks for reading! God Bless!