The Infamous Capitan
Summary- One woman alone in the world with her unborn child. One Capitan, willing to change his life around, to be in hers.
Disclaimer- I don't own anything directly related to Pirates of the Caribbean, and I probably never will.
Authors Note- While I may change Jack's image, I promise to never change his personality..I want to live.
Prologue (Short and sweet just to start off)
Her head rested in the crest of the wall and the window, eyes gazing out into the gray skies of Port Royal, Jamaica. Beyond the hill in which her house rested upon there was the entire town, and everyone went moving about their daily lives, without the slightest idea that she was watching them. A younger version of herself would have sat in that very part, playing a game where she would make up names and stories of the people she'd see, whether she personally knew them or not. That particular day, she'd give anything to be in the shoes of anyone else.
" Elizabeth" a voice joined the knock on her bedroom door, " are you decent?".
She sarcastically muttered a " no" but her father knew her tones all to well and entered anyways.
He stood at the end of her bed, staring at her on the window sill, and she knew it, but kept her gaze off him. " Doctor says you are three months along, is that any help on to determine who the father is?".
Usually she would loudly object to her fathers personal image of her, but it was no longer worth the time or the energy. " No need, I know who the father is" she pulled her legs against her body, " Will" she whispered.
" Turner? Will Turner is dead" and he sounded proud to be saying those words. Most likely he was, knowing very well that they as easily burned a hole in her soul as they brought him pleasure.
She solemnly rested her had on her knees, still facing the window. " I know, but he was alive three months ago, and he fathered our child".
" Engaging in premarital doings is not the young lady of your kind was suppose to do. You were not raised that way".
" I've changed" her whisper was barely audible.
" It's not necessary to say so, you bringing a basterd child into this world is enough proof all it's own".
Elizabeth's eyes grew darker, almost as black as her pupils. The expression of sadness and anger mixing on her face. " How dare you call my child a basterd!" she jumped to her feet, pointing a stern finger at her father, " this baby is your grandchild!".
" He does not have a father, therefore he is a basterd!".
Tears dwelled in her eyes for another countless time that day, adding onto many others, " Will died to save me, anymore of a father would have come to appreciate that".
The stubborn governor remained hurt by his daughters harsh words only for a brief moment, " I refuse to have anything to do with this child, and you will do the same".
She verbally attacked him again before he left her bedroom, " it's my child and it's my body!" she screamed, " there is a baby growing inside of me and that damn well makes it mine!".
" Not for long, once that basterd is born this will all be over and we can forget this ever happened" and he closed the door behind.
But Elizabeth only pulled it open and let it slam into the wall, " don't you dare think for one moment that I am going to give up my child- my baby!" she silently reminded herself that aside from a few swords at Browns shop, it would be the only remains of William Turner.
He continued down the stairwell, " Elizabeth, you're young and un-wed and not capable of caring for a child or being a mother".
" I'm capable of a lot more than you take me for".
The governor stopped on the middle step, " I raised you by myself Elizabeth, and I tell you, it is no joy doing such alone". First of all, that was a lie, from her earliest memories, the girl had more of nannies and servants than she did of her own father.
It was like he used a cold knife to rip her heart out, which he mind as well would have done. Elizabeth bit her bottom lip to keep it from trembling. Her anger had increased so much that it subsided into a shaking tone. " Well I can't honestly say that it was any more of a *joy* being your daughter. But I can promise I will be a better parent than you ever were".
Elizabeth returned to her room, pulling her doorknob out of the wall and replacing it gently in its frame. She laid face down on her bed, burying her face in the comfort of the quilt. Her tears as soft as the material against her face, and her cries not breaking the silence of the room. She was not going to loose her baby, her child. The small life that she and Will created. In a way, keeping the baby would be like keeping him alive in some way. And she was willing to take any drastic measures, to ensure that it would happen.
Summary- One woman alone in the world with her unborn child. One Capitan, willing to change his life around, to be in hers.
Disclaimer- I don't own anything directly related to Pirates of the Caribbean, and I probably never will.
Authors Note- While I may change Jack's image, I promise to never change his personality..I want to live.
Prologue (Short and sweet just to start off)
Her head rested in the crest of the wall and the window, eyes gazing out into the gray skies of Port Royal, Jamaica. Beyond the hill in which her house rested upon there was the entire town, and everyone went moving about their daily lives, without the slightest idea that she was watching them. A younger version of herself would have sat in that very part, playing a game where she would make up names and stories of the people she'd see, whether she personally knew them or not. That particular day, she'd give anything to be in the shoes of anyone else.
" Elizabeth" a voice joined the knock on her bedroom door, " are you decent?".
She sarcastically muttered a " no" but her father knew her tones all to well and entered anyways.
He stood at the end of her bed, staring at her on the window sill, and she knew it, but kept her gaze off him. " Doctor says you are three months along, is that any help on to determine who the father is?".
Usually she would loudly object to her fathers personal image of her, but it was no longer worth the time or the energy. " No need, I know who the father is" she pulled her legs against her body, " Will" she whispered.
" Turner? Will Turner is dead" and he sounded proud to be saying those words. Most likely he was, knowing very well that they as easily burned a hole in her soul as they brought him pleasure.
She solemnly rested her had on her knees, still facing the window. " I know, but he was alive three months ago, and he fathered our child".
" Engaging in premarital doings is not the young lady of your kind was suppose to do. You were not raised that way".
" I've changed" her whisper was barely audible.
" It's not necessary to say so, you bringing a basterd child into this world is enough proof all it's own".
Elizabeth's eyes grew darker, almost as black as her pupils. The expression of sadness and anger mixing on her face. " How dare you call my child a basterd!" she jumped to her feet, pointing a stern finger at her father, " this baby is your grandchild!".
" He does not have a father, therefore he is a basterd!".
Tears dwelled in her eyes for another countless time that day, adding onto many others, " Will died to save me, anymore of a father would have come to appreciate that".
The stubborn governor remained hurt by his daughters harsh words only for a brief moment, " I refuse to have anything to do with this child, and you will do the same".
She verbally attacked him again before he left her bedroom, " it's my child and it's my body!" she screamed, " there is a baby growing inside of me and that damn well makes it mine!".
" Not for long, once that basterd is born this will all be over and we can forget this ever happened" and he closed the door behind.
But Elizabeth only pulled it open and let it slam into the wall, " don't you dare think for one moment that I am going to give up my child- my baby!" she silently reminded herself that aside from a few swords at Browns shop, it would be the only remains of William Turner.
He continued down the stairwell, " Elizabeth, you're young and un-wed and not capable of caring for a child or being a mother".
" I'm capable of a lot more than you take me for".
The governor stopped on the middle step, " I raised you by myself Elizabeth, and I tell you, it is no joy doing such alone". First of all, that was a lie, from her earliest memories, the girl had more of nannies and servants than she did of her own father.
It was like he used a cold knife to rip her heart out, which he mind as well would have done. Elizabeth bit her bottom lip to keep it from trembling. Her anger had increased so much that it subsided into a shaking tone. " Well I can't honestly say that it was any more of a *joy* being your daughter. But I can promise I will be a better parent than you ever were".
Elizabeth returned to her room, pulling her doorknob out of the wall and replacing it gently in its frame. She laid face down on her bed, burying her face in the comfort of the quilt. Her tears as soft as the material against her face, and her cries not breaking the silence of the room. She was not going to loose her baby, her child. The small life that she and Will created. In a way, keeping the baby would be like keeping him alive in some way. And she was willing to take any drastic measures, to ensure that it would happen.