Honor Among Thieves || Book Two

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The following morning, aboard the Destiny. . .

"Ah, there she is." Sera murmured as the Endeavor appeared in the lense of her spy glass. "The fool." She slammed the scope shut. "He's come alone. This won't even take a minute."

"D'ye want ye want us t' close in?" Wolfie asked. She shook her head and glanced at the Black Pearl, which was positioned next to them. "Wait for the Pearl's signal. We don't need to--" She felt an unusual twinge in her lower stomach. "--Jump the gun."

"God in 'eaven, have mercy on us! Look!" Mange exclaimed, aiming a finger at the horizon. There, emerging from the fog bank behind the Endeavor was scores upon scores of ships. Sera's stomach sank, as did her entire crew's. "Damn Elizabeth Swann to the fiery depths of Hell."

"What now, Cap'n?"

"We still wait for the Pearl's signal."

Wolfie gulped and tightened his grip on the helm. "I have a really bad feelin' about this."

"Yes." Sera sighed. "You and me both."

Suddenly, she felt the strange twinge again only this time, it was accompanied by a dull jab of pain. Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no! It can't be! It can't--Not here! Not now! Oh please, please don't let it be--

She felt something warm and wet fill her pants.

"Uh. . .Cap'n?" Wolfie's brows knitted together. "Ye, uh. . .have a li'le somethin' on yer--"

Panicked, she wheeled around to face him. "I think I'm having the baby!"

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"Your debt t' me is still be satisfied-uh. One hundred years in servitude aboard the Dutchman. As a start."

"Not so fast, mate." Jack countered, holding up a finger. "My debt to you has been paid in full. I, of course, had some help from Her Royal Majesty, but I no longer owe--"

"You're mistaken, Sparra'." Jones interjected. "You escaped. Your debt must still be paid. All of it."

"Yes, well, technically--"

"I propose a trade." Elizabeth uttered, raising her chin in a regal manner as she met Beckett's steely gaze. "You can have Jack in exchange for William."

"Done." William made his way over to the threesome but Jack didn't budge, his lips curling in disgust as he looked at Beckett and Davy Jones. "No!" He protested. "Absolutely not! Undone!"

A smile tugged at Beckett's lips. "Done."

"Miss Swann," Jack put his hands on his hips and turned to face the blonde. "I am one of the nine pirate lords. As such, I don't think you have--"

"I am Her Royal Majesty, remember?"

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Aboard the Destiny...

"What?! What d'ye mean yer havin' the baby?!" Wolfie boomed, his eyes growing as wide as saucers. Sera winced as she felt another jab of pain and gripped the railing. "I mean I'm having the baby, Wolfie, what else could I mean?! Oh gods! Can you. . .Can you deliver a baby?"

"Uh. . ."

"It's a 'yes' or 'no' question!" She shrieked, shooting him an icy glare.

"No!" He exclaimed. "I-I don't know the first thing about deliverin' babies!"

"Well that's just bloody fantastic!" She spat through clenched teeth, gripping the railing with both hands. "Does anyone on this ship know how to deliver a--Ow, dammit!--a baby?!"