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The Flying Dutchman	By : BrethlessM Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 3366 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Two

Elizabeth Turner sat in the parlor, staring into the fireplace as she fumbled with the stitching in her hands. The other women in the room talked around her, oblivious to their host�s distraction as they chatted and gossiped like they did every Tuesday afternoon. Tearing her gaze away from the hypnotic dance of the flames, she scowled at the offending needle between her fingers, longing to chuck it away from her and be done with it.

Clamping down on a long-held sigh, Elizabeth focused on the task of rethreading the errant blue floss through the needle�s eye before concentrating once more on the embroidery in her lap. She hated embroidery. She always had. Even as a well-bred governor�s daughter she had abhorred the mind-numbing drudgery of picking out flowers in a sampler while listening to hens clucking all about her. There was only one thing in this world that would make her endure such a torture, and as though emphasizing that point, her son came running through the doors, red-cheeked from the wind.

�Mother!� young William called excitedly, eyes glowing. �Mother! There are ships on the horizon! Is it time yet?� The boy threw himself into her arms, and the embroidery fell to the floor, forgotten.

�Not quite yet, love,� Elizabeth stroked her son�s head, thinking again how much he looked like his father. �But soon. Did you behave yourself?� She asked, already knowing the answer � he was his father�s son, after all. �You stayed away from the docks, as I asked?�

William looked hurt that she�d even doubt him. �Yes,� he said. �But can we go visit the sailors right after supper? They promised to teach me some more knots!�

Elizabeth smiled, conscious of the women watching her and not caring what they thought one bit. �If the weather holds, I suppose. We can take the bread we baked this morning � I know they�ll appreciate a good meal while in port.�

William sailed out of the room with a jubilant cheer, making her heart feel as though it would burst. There was nothing in this world she wouldn�t do for that boy.

One of the ladies to her right coughed politely, and Elizabeth turned, smiling prettily. �You�re not catching cold, I hope?� Not one of them would ever suspect dear Mrs. Turner of being cheeky, and the comment passed as sincere.

�Why no, dear, don�t fret,� Mrs. Ellis tittered cheerily. �I was only wondering if it were wise to allow your son to spend time in the company of such men,� she said with an air of mild concern that made Elizabeth hide her clenching fist beneath her apron. �It�s just that they�re so coarse, and he�s such a fine, sweet boy.�

Elizabeth forced a smile. �William�s father is a sailor,� she replied calmly. �The men are so good to him, and he wants very much to know the work his father does. Besides, it�s my duty as the wife of a sailor to look after his brethren in port.� Her smile was genuine now. �I can only hope that someone else would look after Will, were he alone on strange shores.� There was no way for her neighbors to know that this was an impossible scenario, but the tiny lie served to reinforce her position.

�Oh, of course, we understand,� Mrs. Jenson said warmly. �Your husband would have to be such a fine man to have won you as his wife.�

�He is that� a good man.� Elizabeth felt her irritation dissipate. As the women began chatting again, she scolded herself for her impatience. The ladies in the sewing party were really quite kind, and she knew them to be good people. Since her return to Port Royal ten years ago, there were few who remembered her as Elizabeth Swann, the governor�s daughter, and for that, she was glad. Now she was just Mrs. Turner, the wife of a seaman in the unenviable position of raising their son while her husband struggled to earn them enough money to settle comfortably on the coast.

In abandoning Ms. Swann in favor of Mrs. Turner, Elizabeth had found herself living a life she�d never anticipated. It was one she both relished and dreaded. When she thought back to her last days as the Pirate King of the Brethren Court, she could only see Will lying on the deck of the Flying Dutchman with Davey Jones� sword protruding from his chest. He�d be dead if Jack Sparrow hadn�t done something completely unselfish, and therefore unexpected, by forcing Will to stab Jones� heart, thereby accepting immortality and the captaincy of the Dutchman.

And no one in Port Royal knew a thing about it. That was a blessing and a curse, for Elizabeth now had no need to defend her past actions in assisting Captain Sparrow, for no one in her current acquaintance knew her as the brash girl she�d once been. However, this also forced Elizabeth to harbor secrets that threatened the very foundation of her life. If it were known that Will was a pirate; that she, in fact, had been one of the pirate lords; that the both of them had assisted the most notorious pirate of the seven seas on numerous occasions�.

�Jack Sparrow��

Elizabeth started, craning her head towards the parlor door to make sure he hadn�t appeared on her front porch in response to her thoughts. But no, it was only Mrs. Ralston, indulging in her favorite topic once more.

�Have I told you the story of the time he sacked the port of Nassau without firing a single shot?�

Emily Ralston, a rather full-figured woman with fading red hair and blue eyes, fancied herself quite the expert on the infamous pirate. Never an opportunity passed without a story of an often suspicious pedigree being offered up to the eager bunch of women in Elizabeth�s parlor.

It was all she could do not to strangle the woman every time.

Jack Sparrow was� Elizabeth sighed, and was glad when nobody noticed her do it. She hadn�t seen him in ten years, and sometimes she even wondered if the days spent on board the Black Pearl had actually happened. Some days, she would find herself staring at a random scar, the one on her forearm, for instance. It would catch her eye in the midst of scrubbing the laundry, and for a moment, Elizabeth would stare at it in wonder, as though she could honestly not remember the slicing blade of the cutlass that marked her in battle.

At other times, Elizabeth would catch the eye of a sailor in the marketplace, and the man would smirk at her knowingly, and touch the brim of his hat in such a way that made her son beg for stories she�d only ever revealed to his ears. She was known � and that was her real purpose for allowing her son to accompany her down to the docks so frequently. They occasional acknowledgement of her status as not only a fellow pirate, but as lord and king � well, it took a bit of the sting out of her life as a housewife, and gave William a legacy where he would not otherwise have had one.

She was safe here. She did not fear them coming after her, or her son. They all knew who her husband was, and the threat of having Will Turner on their tail was enough of a threat without the added weight of Jack Sparrow�s reputation in the balance. It was known far and wide that Captain Sparrow had an interest in her, and though she hadn�t seen him in ten years either, the message was out that anyone interested in harming her risked his wrath as well.

Elizabeth frowned, stilling her needlework again. No, she hadn�t seen Jack since leaving the deck of his beloved ship, but he was there, nonetheless. As much as she loved Will- and she did, with all her heart - there was a part of Jack that clung to her, refusing to let go until she acknowledged it. Despite the good and bad of their history together, his warning to her enemies told Elizabeth a lot about him, and the confusion she felt in response said a lot about her as well.

When she�d first said goodbye to him and begun life anew as Elizabeth Turner, she�d half expected Jack to turn up at any moment and sweep her off into another adventure. She would have been lying if she�d said that she hadn�t wanted that, in some small way. That is, until she found herself pregnant with Will�s child. There was no question about returning to the seas after that, even if Jack did come for her.

As the years had passed with no sign of Jack, Elizabeth resigned herself to the fact that she was reaping what she had sown. She couldn�t regret that - she had left Jack to the Kraken in order to save the rest of the crew, including herself. It had been the only solution, and yet it had broken something within the both of them that had never been fully recovered in the days after returning from World�s End. It should not have surprised her that Jack had stayed away, even if he�d made it clear that she was under his protection.

And though she resented the implication that she could not protect herself, she felt strangely warmed by the thought of it, and she knew that she did, in fact, miss him. It surprised her, but she missed him almost as much as she missed Will, and Elizabeth knew that if Jack knew that, he would be impossible to bear.

Grinning to herself, Elizabeth pictured Jack�s cocky grin and glinting teeth, but it made her heart ache, and so she gently pressed the memory of his face from her mind. Thinking of Jack only reminded her of the freedom of the sea � of the life she�d dreamed of her entire life, only to let it slip through her fingers with the least resistance. It wouldn�t do to dwell on things she could not have.

Anyway it would soon be worth the loss. Will was almost home again. This time Elizabeth�s smile lit her entire face. It was only a few days until she�d be in Will�s arms again. She�d been faithful, and Will would be free from his duties as the Captain of the Flying Dutchman. After ten long years - and more, counting the two since they�d first me Jack Sparrow and their lives had changed forever - Elizabeth would finally have what she�d given up everything for.

She and Will and their son would be together, at long last. It was enough to make her take up her
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