So here's the continuation of "The Blacksmith's Widow"! I have no clue how far I'll take this one, I'll probably do the first year of Jack and Lizzie's marriage in ten chapters, but I may not. This first chapter is like the first chapter in the other one, except most everything is opposite…or something like that…Whatever! Anyway, hope ya'll like it! As usual, I don't have claim to anything I didn't make up, all hail the mouse, bla bla bla.
Jack stood in the door of his cabin, looking at his wife. She stood with one hand on the hilt of the cutlass at her side, staring at the map on the table. He grinned to himself, aware that she did not know he was there. She was so restless. He loved it. It was hard to believe it had been a year since she returned to him. A year since Will Turner had died.
It had been two days since he had married Elizabeth. Two deliciously sleepless nights and days locked in their cabin alone. Elizabeth's fear on the first night now seemed to have belonged to some other person; her proficiency in pleasing him had increased in two nights to a degree that was shocking. He had met whores who were less pleasing after years of practice. She never spoke of it, but he knew that as far as pleasure went, he was her first. Will had been her husband in every way, but she had not wanted him.
Joys and riches had followed them continually since she returned. It had been hard to give Willy up, but other than that, life had been good. The hold was bursting with treasure. They had a loyal crew. Jack's African friend, Carl Four-finger, (who for lack of a last name was simply called such because he was missing a finger on his left hand) was showing a significant amount of interest in Anamaria. Jack's pain over losing his daughter years before was finally fading. Most importantly, Jack was finally married to the only woman alive that he had ever really loved, and the only woman, alive or dead, who he had loved in a spousal way. Melody and Sarah, his daughter and sister, were the only other women he had loved, and he had never loved a man; not as a father, brother, friend, or…he shuddered at the very thought…lover. Elizabeth had redecorated his cabin a bit, but, thank heavens, she was not overly feminine with it…yet. Mostly she had added some tapestries from a Spanish vessel they had taken a few months ago, and the blended well with everything he had already had in here.
They were thriving, for Spanish galleons relented quickly when they realized who was chasing them. Jack was the most well known and feared pirate on the seas, and merchants were suitably frightened by him. The British surrendered quickly, and then often stayed to ask Jack about his adventures, for most of them knew that he would not kill them for no reason, and they were ridiculously curious. The Spanish surrendered, waited silently while their treasure was taken, then fled. They were bringing in lots of loot, and it provided a comfortable living.
In two weeks they would dock in Port Nanton, where little Willy lived. Elizabeth was delighted, ecstatic at the prospect of seeing her son again. They had decided to let his adoptive parents raise him completely for the time being, not telling him he was adopted.
Jack and Elizabeth would be referred to as Uncle and Auntie. He knew that hurt Elizabeth a little, it was hard enough to give Willy up, harder still that he would not know that she was his mother. But both they and the other couple agreed that Willy may not understand his mother leaving him to go to sea, and might feel unloved. Neither of them wanted that.
Elizabeth was holding Jack's compass. She opened it, and Jack had very little doubt that he would be caught. Sure enough, she turned towards him, then laughed and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his middle. He kissed her hungrily, pushing her onto the bed. How wonderful life with love was!
