Elizabeth hadnt seen her beloved Will for 9 years, 363 days, and although she was excited about his return, she was also anxious. When Will had left her to go and ferry the souls lost at sea to the other world, he left Elizabeth with two things, presents of his affection you could say. She held his heart encased in the carved wooden chest that once held Davy Jones', and she also had a gift that in time would cause her great pain, yet so much pleasure and everyday would remind her of Will, for Elizabeth was with child. However she miscarried, the child died before it could leave her womb. It was because of this that Elizabeth was anxious about comfronting the expecting Will with this news, he would be coming home hoping to be able to see his child for the first ever time, and yet there was no child for him to see.
The shouts that could be heard above the rain brought Elizabeth back to her senses and reality.
'Pirate! Pirate! He Went that way! Catch him!!!!!'
'No...' Breathed Elizabeth 'Not possible, it cant be Will, he is due back tomorrow...'
Then there was a knock at her door and it swung open and shut again quickly, and she could hear heavy breathing, and through the darkness she could make out a shadow of a man slumped down against the door. Quickly and silently she grabbed hold of something she hadnt used for over 9 years. Her sword glinted in the candlelight and she felt it all come back to her, everything Will had ever taught her about sword fighting. She picked it up and walked boldly over to the man.
'Are you who they are looking for? Who are you? And what are you doing in my house?'
'Now missy, dont be alarmed...'
'Dont give me excuses, i want the answers. Are you who they are looking for, who are you and what are you doing in my house?'
'OK, its a yes to the first, i cant tell you the second and im in your house for shelter and a hiding place.' His voice sounded odly familiar to Elizabeth,
however she thought it couldnt be him, surely he would be dead by now... after all, many people did want him dead, and she had killed him herself...
'Now, if you dont mind miss... actually i dont think i have been told your pretty name yet, who are you?'
'No, i wont tell you my name if you dont tell me yours.'
'But miss, i do need to know your name, for errr, naming purposes.'
'Captain Jack Sparrow. You have not changed one bit have you?'
'OK, now will you just tell me who are you, because i do not have a clue who you are!' Jack got to his feet and looked her straight in the eyes, then it twigged who he was looking at.
'Elizabeth!'
'Jack!' In that moment Elizabeth did not know what she was doing, she dropped her sword and ran into his arms, to be greeted with him hugging her tightly.
It was her first contact back with the world she knew and loved, and that made her so happy she hugged Jack even tighter. Then something else happened.
Something that she was unprepared for and she found totally unexpected, Jack placed his hand under her chin, tilted it upwards and looked into her beautiful, knowing brown eyes, his hazel ones penetraiting her soul and making her feel a need for him. Gently he guided her lips to his and soon they were kissing passionately like long lost lovers. This time it was Elizabeths turn to do the guiding, she unglued herself from Jack, and took his hand and lead him through to her room with a large double bed with an expensive canopy and the most splendid mahogany wardrobe with matching chest of draws Jack had ever laid eyes on. She took his jacket from him and dropped it down, then his pistol and sword were demoted down there too closely followed by his dirty sea stained shirt. Elizabeth was getting ready for bed just before Jack's interuption, and her night dress hang loosely on her slight frame and Jack, being far from a good man tonight took advantage of this and soon Elizabeths night dress was down with the rest of Jack's attire and the night was theirs.
In the morning Jack woke up in the bed on his own, his clothes were folded neatly on the end of the bed with a note pinned onto them reading:
Jack, I do not know what happened last night,
and i am sorry for it. Will comes home tonight,
so i have gone shopping. It would do you good to be gone before he gets here. I think there may be consequences for our actions, so therefore we cannot let anybody know. Please Jack, I have a husband to think about and you above anyone know just how much i love him.
It was nice seeing you Jack. Im just so sorry i allowed such actions to happen and that you will be leaving my hospitality with such memories of me like that.
Elizabeth Turner.
Jack read through the note twice carefully and then decided that for once, although he would never admit it, Elizabeth was right. He did know how much Will and Elizabeth loved each other, he had assisted both of them to find and save each other on numerous occasions and knew that they would go to any length just to be with each other and respected that. Quietly and quickly he dressed, then slipped out the door and was away, the note tucked into his pocket for his eyes only.
When Elizabeth got home there was no Jack. The bed had been made and everything had been made just right in readieness for Will's home coming. She would go down to the coast to find him and then bring him back to her house. Their house. She was just filling a vase when there was a knock at the door.
'One minute, im on my way!' shouted Elizabeth through from the kitchen, before drying her hands on her apron and walking the length of the house to the front door. And on the doorstep stood,
'Will!' Elizabeth breathed, her face breaking into a loving smile as she wrapped herself in her husbands strong arms, a tear rolling down both their cheeks,
Elizabeth untangled herself from his embrace and pulled him into the cottage, closed the door and kissed him, all the love she felt for him come out in that one kiss, it all came tumbling out through her mouth in such power Will was outstounded. Elizabeth was such a beautiful young woman, many men in the village they had chosen to make their home must be in love with her, and yet she still stayed honest and true to her husband, the captain of the Dutchman who she can only see once every 10 years. Her devotion to him tore at Will's heart, that would be if his heart was still in his body. But all the same, a lump came to his throat and the tears began to come thick and fast knowing that their love for each other had not faltered during the long 10 years that the had been apart.
Finally when they broke apart Will voiced the question that he had been burning to ask ever since she opened the door 'Elizabeth, do we have a child?'
Silently with tears choking her, Elizabeth shook her head. Will's reaction was much different from what she had expected. He embraced her again and looked into her eyes. But she could not meet his, remembering the night before when she had been on this exact same spot with Jack, doing the exact same thing.
Slowly she sunk to the floor and sat there like a child, crying before the man she loved she whispered to him,
'Im so sorry Will. I had a miscarrage.'
'My darling Elizabeth,' began Will sinking to her level looking at her tear stained face, her bloodshot eyes advoiding his face. 'Don't be sorry sweet, how could i ever be angry with you? Its no way your fault, I dont know what gave you such an idea! come, we can undo this mess.' and with that, Will scooped her up in his arms and carried her through to the bedroom.