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Chapter 1/6:

Elizabeth Swann stood on the docks of Port Royal that cool, crisp morning. She let her shawl drift down to her waist exposing her pale shoulders. She stared out at the grey sea wishing for William Turner to be just over the horizon. If he had left only two months later than he had then maybe this wouldn't be happening. The doctor had just confirmed it this morning. She was pregnant. Due in six months.

The cool ocean wind blew over her, and she shivered. Her maid rushed to her side.

"Miss Swann, you must keep covered up. We don't want you coming down with something. Not in this state." Elizabeth didn't protest. She let the wisp of a girl pull her shawl back up over her, and then lead her home.

She was met at the door by her father. Her proud, dignified father. She sighed. Will left her to this. Will left her with this mess. Will left her with a child. A child that was now in peril.

"Elizabeth, I know you think me inhumane, but this child will never have a normal life if you don't kill it. It will be a bastard. It will be looked down upon and taunted. Do you want that for any child of yours?" She saw the reason in her father's argument. She really did, but she just couldn't agree with him. There was no way she would let anyone harm this child, bastard or not.

She ignored her father's pleas for 'justice'. She ignored the maid's attempts to get her to lie down. She stood at the window just watching the sea. She held her stomach, and in her head a plan was forming. This child would live.

It was time. She could feel it deep inside. She had the maid call the nurse. When they were all in the room, she had them close the door. In between contractions, she told them of the plan.

If the child was born alive, which she was sure it would be, the nurse must tell her father that it had been stillborn. He mustn't know it was alive, or he would have it drowned. The nurse gasped in horror when she heard the governor's plans for his grandchild. Elizabeth gave her a weak smile and continued on.

The maid would take the live baby and wrap it in as many blankets she could find. Then she was to sneak it out of the house and give it to a caring family. A tear leaked down her face, and she grimaced as another set of contractions poured in.

The nurse went about her business preparing the room for the birthing process, and the maid searched the house for as many blankets as she could scrounge up. Elizabeth stared out the window with a small smile on her face. Her father's plans would be thwarted, and her baby would live life to the fullest with deserving parents.

Elizabeth's cries could be heard throughout the house. Rain pounded down on the roof, and governor Swann sat nervously outside the birthing room praying for the baby to be born dead. He did not fancy having his grandchild killed, but if it needed to be done, he would do it.

In the room, the nurse scrambled. She was very afraid for poor Miss Swann's life. The baby's health was assured. This she could tell already, but Elizabeth was losing consciousness through the birthing process, and she had begun to cough up blood. The Nurse urged her to push harder. Just one more and the baby would be free. Elizabeth complied, and the child was brought into the word completely. It was a quiet baby, only whimpering softly, but he was healthy. A healthy baby boy. The nurse cut the cord connecting mother and child, and bathed the child in lukewarm water.

Elizabeth sat up; her whole body shook with the effort. She got one look at her baby boy before he was wrapped tightly in blankets and rushed out the side door. 'Good boy. You were quiet for mommy.' She thought distantly before her whole world went black.

The Nurse looked at the exhausted mother, and opened the door quietly. It was time to break the 'news' to governor Swann.

He looked up at her with big eyes as she stepped out of the room.

"How is she? Is it…alive?" He asked quickly. She gave him a glare, but with her head bowed he could not see her eyes.

"I am afraid, sir, that the baby was stillborn. Elizabeth did not fair well either. She lost large amounts of blood. I would bring the doctor in to see her tomorrow. She just needs to sleep right now." The woman nodded in the governor's direction before leaving quickly.

"Thank goodness." He muttered to himself. "Thank goodness."

The maid stepped out into the rain with a frown. It was dreadfully cold outside, and the rain was just getting harder. She really needed to get back inside before she caught a cold. She looked down at the sleeping baby.

"I'll just find you a nice doorstep shall I?" she whispered. She scurried down the road a ways before spotting a house with its lights still on.

'Perfect!' she thought rushing over. A strike of lightning shot across the sky and she yelped. The baby began to cry. The maid growled. This was not part of her job description. She laid the baby down on the wet stone, knocked loudly on the door, and ran away. Better not to get caught. Someone would find the little monster.

James Norrington didn't know why he was still up. It was raining and he should have been sound sleep hours ago. But something kept him awake so he had taken refuge in his office with a tumbler of scotch.

He watched the rain fall and the lightning race across the sky. He sighed to himself. He was glad he was not out at sea. He hated to be on a ship in the middle of a storm. He picked up his book again, but was interrupted before he could start reading again. Who came knocking at this time of night?

He refused to wake his maid to fetch whoever it was out of the rain. He would go down himself. He opened the door slowly. Rain pelted him, and the wind almost knocked him off balance. No one stood on his doorstep. He peered out into the darkness. No one, but he heard a cry from his feet. He looked down, and sitting on the step was a bundle of blankets. He bent to pick it up, and nestled inside the blanket's warm depths was a little baby.

James gasped. Who would leave a poor child out in weather like this? The baby cooed at him, and he smiled back. Well whoever it was would be sorry in the morning. James took the baby inside. 'And if they don't come for the child in the morning,' James thought, 'I'll just keep it. I could be a father.' He smiled again. The great Commodore Norrington a father! What an idea!

End chapter one

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