Elizabeth tucked a stray piece of Jimmy's hair behind his little ear and kissed his forehead gently. He looked so much like his father. It pained her greatly and gave her hope in equal measures. She had a small piece of Will always with her, but little James was also a painful reminder of his father's absence from her life.
"Mother!" the boy whined, eager to go out and play.
"Alright then, off you go."
She watched him trot outside with his little wooden sword and run down the path toward his best friend Johnny's house. A small sigh of relief escaped from her mouth once her five year old son made it to his destination safely.
Wanting to give her son a better life, Elizabeth had moved to Anse la Raye, a fishing village on the island of St. Lucia, to be away from pirates, curses, and monsters. If she were to be honest, she'd admit that such a quiet life left her restless.
As she looked toward the sea, she subconsciously began humming, and eventually she began to mouth the words and then sing, "Yo, ho, haul together, hoist the Colors high. Heave ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die."
Oh how she wished to be at sea, adventuring with Will and Jack or even Barbosa once again. For the tiniest bit of a second she thought she caught a glimpse of a black speck on the horizon and felt a surge of hope for the arrival of the Black Pearl and whoever its captain would be now. The way Barbosa and Jack squabbled over the ship it was never a settled matter.
"Oi!" A figure suddenly blocked her view of could have been the Pearl. "Lizzy-beth, I was on me way to the shops, and I was wunderin' if ye needed anything at all."
Elizabeth's neighbor, Jonathon Cliffton, a simple farmer with a glaring infatuation, stood in front of her, slightly flushed and beaming a polite smile.
"No thank you, Mister Cliffton, but I do appreciate the offer." Elizabeth spoke with all the civility of a Governer's daughter.
"Ye sure? I hear John Porter's brought in a whole new batch of yellowfin. Ye ought te get it when it's fresh."
"I'm sure, but again, thank you," she hurriedly told him, trying to peek over his shoulder for a better view of the ocean. Finally he tipped his hat and left her alone, staring at the horizon but seeing nothing but the endless expanse of blue.
"Damnit! Damnit all to hell!" Elizabeth cursed and pulled up her skirt, dashing toward the beach. Her brow furrowed with further disappointment. Still she saw nothing. Nothing on the water, and nothing beached on the sand. But perhaps the boat had swung round to the western harbor. Though she knew that she could not join them, she still longed to see the grimey faces of her pirate friends, and her feet could not carry her fast enough.