Legacy
Chapter 1- Reunions
POV Will
It's been five years now. Elizabeth and I are married. Life's good, for the most part. A few lover's quarrels here and there (only God knew that one day I would be having a row with a beautiful woman over my damned socks having holes in the toes) but mostly we were living the good life in her da's old place. We were trying to have kids to no avail, but we still have plenty of time.
Today, Liz went out to go see her old friend in another part of the island, so I decided to take a fancy that the eating at me for a while, now. I went back down to the docks. Just to smell the air, see the water. I didn't know if any of my old mates were docked, but I got a pleasant surprise.
"Will?! Will Turner! as I live and breathe!"
I turned around and called out, "Leigh! Bloody hell!"
I picked up my childhood mate and swung her around. She kissed my cheek and I returned the motion, I had known her all my life.
"Will! What the hell are you doing here? Last I heard, you was married to the governor's daughter and was living the good life! What gives?"
"Well, Liz and I are married, going on five years now. Living in her old house."
"Where's will jr.?"
"You're seeing him!"
"Where's your Will Jr.?"
"Not yet in existence."
"I don't follow."
"No kids."
Leigh patted my arm in a comforting like motion, "I'm sorry, mate. Lord knows you'd be a great father. . . Why now little ones, if you don't mind me asking. "
I sighed,"No, mate, you can ask. "
"Well, why not then?"
"Elizabeth and I just haven't gotten pregnant yet is all."
"Will, you always were the oddest man."
"Why do you say that?"
"If your marriage is going to involve kids you better learn one thing real quick, you ain't the one that's gonna get pregnant."
I laughed and jokingly offered my arm to her and said, "My lady, would you care for a drink at a pub?"
She laughed even harder and accepted my arm smiling, "Why yes, kind sir, that would be positively wonderful."
We were quite a sight when walking down the streets, the governor's daughter's husband and a she-pirate. Leigh lived up to the pirate name, her matted and knotted hair was down loose under her bandanna and she had a few earrings in each ear. Solid gold of course. But credit has to be given her for having all of her original teeth.
After about 15 minutes we arrived at my favorite pub. It was a little place, it could probably fit in my parlor at home, but in the here were good, cheap drinks and good, cheap laughs. It reminded me of pub I used to visit before I met my wife. Good times, them, very good times. . . Just a little lonely.
As soon as we were inside, I should have realized that ciaos was bound to ensue. Leigh was the only woman in their and of course she was also a pirate. The men that ran the pub were what Pirates call "ignorant inlanders". This simply means that the man thought they knew everything about sea life but in reality they knew absolutely nothing. But beside the point that they nothing about sea life, it appeared that they knew nothing about life in general because the first thing that they did was cat-call at a woman who was not only dressed like she was a pirate raised in the slums but also wore a sword on her belt with several daggers clearly visible. Apparently, they also did not know that when a woman scowls at you it is not a good thing.
"Oy! Lanky legs!" Leigh turned her head in the direction of the voice, "If I buy you a drink will it buy me the night?"
She made an irritated face and slammed a coin on the bar heavily, "Bar-keep! Vodka and scotch, straight up."
I put my money next to her's, "Make that two."
The bar-keep looked Leigh up and down; she was wearing the tight pants and loose shirt customary of a pirate and also the bandana and earrings. His gaze faltered slightly when it came in contact with her chest and he whispered, "Mighty fine."
Leigh snapped his gaze up to meet her's, "What is?"
The bar-keep looked frightened, "Your drink choice, miss."
"Really? I think so too. Bring it faster, lil' man."
As soon as the bar-keep had scuttled away to get our drinks, a drunk and a couple of his friends slinked up to us, " `ello pretty thing."
"Leave before you embarrass yourself, old man."
I laughed; the man could've been her grandfather. It was funny to see him and his equally toothless, hairless, dickless friends fawn over Leigh. But I knew that she loved the attention. She had mentioned on our walk to the pub that she had just come back from a two year trip, and she was craving attention. Not to mention, Leigh always loved to be the one that was center stage with everyone applauding.
The trio of horny old men left and Leigh turned to me, "Not a bloody word, Will Turner, or I'll cut off your Jolly Roger."
I shifted in my seat and covered my privates with my hand, "I'll remind you that you said I'd be a good father. Don't take that away from me."
"I dunno, should I let another love-struck idiot wander the Caribbean for 20 years before settling down with a pretty rich girl or should I just spare us all from giving the world another set of the Turner puppy eyes?"
"Elizabeth would kill you with her bare hands if you made a eunuch of me."
Leigh looked at her knife for a minute, pretending to be seriously considering something before saying, "I reckon I could take her, all the layers of her dress are bound to weigh her down."
I laughed along with her, God it had been too long since I had just sat down and had a few laughs and a few drinks with an old friend. This was going to be a noteworthy occasion.
A/N- This is the revamped chapter, hope every finds Elizabeth more agreeable now?
Chapter 1- Reunions
POV Will
It's been five years now. Elizabeth and I are married. Life's good, for the most part. A few lover's quarrels here and there (only God knew that one day I would be having a row with a beautiful woman over my damned socks having holes in the toes) but mostly we were living the good life in her da's old place. We were trying to have kids to no avail, but we still have plenty of time.
Today, Liz went out to go see her old friend in another part of the island, so I decided to take a fancy that the eating at me for a while, now. I went back down to the docks. Just to smell the air, see the water. I didn't know if any of my old mates were docked, but I got a pleasant surprise.
"Will?! Will Turner! as I live and breathe!"
I turned around and called out, "Leigh! Bloody hell!"
I picked up my childhood mate and swung her around. She kissed my cheek and I returned the motion, I had known her all my life.
"Will! What the hell are you doing here? Last I heard, you was married to the governor's daughter and was living the good life! What gives?"
"Well, Liz and I are married, going on five years now. Living in her old house."
"Where's will jr.?"
"You're seeing him!"
"Where's your Will Jr.?"
"Not yet in existence."
"I don't follow."
"No kids."
Leigh patted my arm in a comforting like motion, "I'm sorry, mate. Lord knows you'd be a great father. . . Why now little ones, if you don't mind me asking. "
I sighed,"No, mate, you can ask. "
"Well, why not then?"
"Elizabeth and I just haven't gotten pregnant yet is all."
"Will, you always were the oddest man."
"Why do you say that?"
"If your marriage is going to involve kids you better learn one thing real quick, you ain't the one that's gonna get pregnant."
I laughed and jokingly offered my arm to her and said, "My lady, would you care for a drink at a pub?"
She laughed even harder and accepted my arm smiling, "Why yes, kind sir, that would be positively wonderful."
We were quite a sight when walking down the streets, the governor's daughter's husband and a she-pirate. Leigh lived up to the pirate name, her matted and knotted hair was down loose under her bandanna and she had a few earrings in each ear. Solid gold of course. But credit has to be given her for having all of her original teeth.
After about 15 minutes we arrived at my favorite pub. It was a little place, it could probably fit in my parlor at home, but in the here were good, cheap drinks and good, cheap laughs. It reminded me of pub I used to visit before I met my wife. Good times, them, very good times. . . Just a little lonely.
As soon as we were inside, I should have realized that ciaos was bound to ensue. Leigh was the only woman in their and of course she was also a pirate. The men that ran the pub were what Pirates call "ignorant inlanders". This simply means that the man thought they knew everything about sea life but in reality they knew absolutely nothing. But beside the point that they nothing about sea life, it appeared that they knew nothing about life in general because the first thing that they did was cat-call at a woman who was not only dressed like she was a pirate raised in the slums but also wore a sword on her belt with several daggers clearly visible. Apparently, they also did not know that when a woman scowls at you it is not a good thing.
"Oy! Lanky legs!" Leigh turned her head in the direction of the voice, "If I buy you a drink will it buy me the night?"
She made an irritated face and slammed a coin on the bar heavily, "Bar-keep! Vodka and scotch, straight up."
I put my money next to her's, "Make that two."
The bar-keep looked Leigh up and down; she was wearing the tight pants and loose shirt customary of a pirate and also the bandana and earrings. His gaze faltered slightly when it came in contact with her chest and he whispered, "Mighty fine."
Leigh snapped his gaze up to meet her's, "What is?"
The bar-keep looked frightened, "Your drink choice, miss."
"Really? I think so too. Bring it faster, lil' man."
As soon as the bar-keep had scuttled away to get our drinks, a drunk and a couple of his friends slinked up to us, " `ello pretty thing."
"Leave before you embarrass yourself, old man."
I laughed; the man could've been her grandfather. It was funny to see him and his equally toothless, hairless, dickless friends fawn over Leigh. But I knew that she loved the attention. She had mentioned on our walk to the pub that she had just come back from a two year trip, and she was craving attention. Not to mention, Leigh always loved to be the one that was center stage with everyone applauding.
The trio of horny old men left and Leigh turned to me, "Not a bloody word, Will Turner, or I'll cut off your Jolly Roger."
I shifted in my seat and covered my privates with my hand, "I'll remind you that you said I'd be a good father. Don't take that away from me."
"I dunno, should I let another love-struck idiot wander the Caribbean for 20 years before settling down with a pretty rich girl or should I just spare us all from giving the world another set of the Turner puppy eyes?"
"Elizabeth would kill you with her bare hands if you made a eunuch of me."
Leigh looked at her knife for a minute, pretending to be seriously considering something before saying, "I reckon I could take her, all the layers of her dress are bound to weigh her down."
I laughed along with her, God it had been too long since I had just sat down and had a few laughs and a few drinks with an old friend. This was going to be a noteworthy occasion.
A/N- This is the revamped chapter, hope every finds Elizabeth more agreeable now?