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Summary: A series of oneshots about the moment of birth of the characters in POTC

Birth:

Pronunciation: 'b&rth

Function: noun

Usage: often attributive

Etymology: Middle English, from Old Norse byrth; akin to Old English beran

1 a : the emergence of a new individual from the body of its parent b : the act or process of bringing forth young from the womb

2 : a state resulting from being born especially at a particular time or place a Southerner by birth

3 a : LINEAGE, EXTRACTION marriage between equals in birth b : high or noble birth

4 a archaic : one that is born b : BEGINNING, START the birth of an idea

Merriam Webster online dictionary

William Turner:

I was nervous…

My wife was about to give birth to a child, and I was more nervous than her. My hands were shaking, and I felt my heartbeat going faster…

- Don't worry- My father-in-law told me- Everything will go right. Minnie is a very strong girl, and I'm sure the boy will be as strong and as healthy as her.

- A boy?

- My wife told me it's going to be a boy. And my wife always is right in things like that…

It didn't really matter to me if it was a boy or a girl, I was so nervous and excited beacuse I was going to be a father, that the gender thing didn't matter.

We suddenly heard the cry of a baby. A few minutes later, the door opened. It was Minnie's mother.

Seeing my anxious face, she said:

- You don't have to worry about anything, Bill. Both Minnie and the baby are perfectly well. And… it's been a laddie.

- Congratulations, Bill!- Minnie's father exclaimed as he hugged me- A lil' lad!

- Minnie is waiting for you- her mother said, as she opened the door.

I approached the door, not very sure of myself. It was like entering in a new life…

- C'mon!- her mother said, seeing me so insecure, and pushing me softly to make me enter into the room.

She closed the door behind me. I saw Minnie, lying in the bed, almost sitten, with the baby in her arms. She also saw me and said:

- Come here, Bill. There's someone who wants to say you "hello".

I approached the bed. I could now see the baby, wrapped in white clothes.

- Look, kiddie, this man here is your daddy…- she said to the baby, who seemed to smile…

She looked at the baby, and then she looked at me:

- Would you like to take him in your arms?

- Oh, no…- I said, looking worried- He'd probably fall…

- No, beacuse, I'm sure you won't let him fall.

I had no oportunity to reply, beacuse she put the baby in my arms. I looked at him and I suddenly felt proud. Of my wife, of me, of him…

Then, I realised something… I hadn't thought of a name for him…

- Have you thought of a name for the baby?

- I think that William would be a nice name… Just like his daddy…

I smiled.

Our boy, our little William…

You made me the happiest man in the whole world…