As Elizabeth crossed the windy field she felt as though she would puke. The emotions tangled up inside her were riveting. She was so unbelievably happy to meet Will once again after ten long life changing years. But at the same time, she was about to break down with nervousness. So much had happened in the past ten years. So much that she was not ready to explain.
Her oldest son William skipped along up ahead of her singing an old song he learned many years ago. He on the other hand was simply happy. He had no worries. Just butterflies and anxiousness to meet the man he dreamt about all his life. William was about to meet the man he was named after; his father.
Now meeting up together they both stood and waited. After ten years there was no garuntee that the man they had imagined would be how they pictured him. Each second seemed like an eternity. Each second brought on another question of "what if…?".
Finally they're distress was brought to an end as a relieving green light flashed along the horizon as a ship appeared. William smiled up at his mother. The happiness in his face got rid of some of the uneasiness in Elizabeth. Seeing the boy was almost shaking with excitement, she started to walk him down to meet his father.
William stopped walking as his father got off the ship. Immediately Elizabeth ran into his arms greeting him with a warm kiss. The celebration might have gone on longer had Will not realized the boy standing behind her. Wordlessly Will kept walking and crouched down on one knee to be eye to eye with little William. Holding his shoulder and pulling a strand of hair out of his face, he took a good look at the boy he knew without being told to be his son. Little William smiled wildly then jumped into Will's arms in a huge hug.
Will hadn't felt so alive in years as he walked throught the field back to Elizabeth's house with his arm around her and his hand in his son's. Elizabeth watched as her son William chatted endlessly to his father. The two were together and they were happier than ever. Its what she had always hoped would happen. But unfortunately her conseince would not let her be happy for too long. The good feeling was easily trod down by that queesy nervousness of what was to come. Will had to know the truth. As they neared the humble cottage, Elizabeth started to form the words in her mind like she had practiced them.
"William, why don't you show your father around the back the back yard?" Elizabeth asked sweetly. He jumped at the idea and grabbed his father's hand dragging him away, talking continuosly again. Will was unsure about whether he wanted to leave his wife, but with a kiss on the cheek from her he smiled and followed his son.
The two explored the world of Williams many adventures in the backyard. From the gardern he helped his mom with to the pirate ship he'd made, William Jr. told it all. He rambled on and on finally having the person to tell it to. Will listened intently to every detail of his son's life. He had waited so long to hear it. Both had longed for this moment.
After a bit of that, the excited William dragged his father around to the front of his to show him every detail of the inside now, he lead him in. Right in the front room was Elizabeth kneeling down talking to a boy about four years of age. Young William paid no attention to it but kept walking. He was highly dissappointed when Will's attention was focused on the boy and not him.
Elizabeth looked up at Will who had a look of suspicion. She took a deep breath and stood up. Now was the time.
"Who's this?" Will asked with a sense of uneasiness.
Elizabeth took the boys hand and stepped towards Will. Her palms sweat with the fear of what she had knew would come. But again she convinced herself that he had to know. It was only fair to them all.
"Will. I'd like you to meet James." Elizabeth introduced the young boy. Will knew what she meant but refused to comprehend. "He is my son." She finished.
Will studied the boy who was obviously unaware of the seriousness that this introduction held. Will's heart raced as he understood what she was trying to say.
"James. This is Will Turner. He's the one I told you about." Elizabeth spoke to the boy in a tone only a mother has.
Couragiously, James let go of his mother's hand and took a step towards the man who towered over him. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Turner." He said politely and with all the confidence in the world. Will forced a smile which quickly faded away as a question finally formed.
"Your son?" he asked.
"Yes, my son, Will." Elizabeth replied.
Young William who also didn't understand how serious it all was, had had enough of the boringness and wanted his fathers attention back. He walked over and grabbed his hand.
"Come on, I want to show you my bed" he tugged on his arm. But Will stayed firmly in his place, eyes stuck on James and Elizabeth. William didn't understand his actions and Elizabeth jumped in to fix his confusion.
"William, dear, will you do me a favor and take James outside to play? I need to talk with your father for a bit." She instructed slightly pushing him towards his brother. Reluctantly the child took his little brothers hand walked out the door, looking back at his parents.
There was a silence between the two after the children left them alone in the humble kitchen. Neither knew where to start. Elizabeth walked around the quaint room of but a table and some cabnits. She had started it. Now it was his turn to ask questions. But as the silence grew on, her nerves couldn't handle it much longer.
"He is your son and not mine." Will restated simply for his own convincing. Elizabeth silently nodded. "James?" he asked.
"Yes." Elizabeth nodded again. "After the late admiral. I felt I owed it to him."
"You didn't mention a last name." Will pointed out. Of course Elizabeth had realized this. And him bringing it up made her stomach jump. A lump grew in her throat from shame. She scorned herself for such a reaction when she knew this was coming. She had prepared an answer but at the moment she couldn't bring herself to say it.
Her lack of an answer just enraged Will's suspense as he grew irriated. "What's his last name Elizabeth?" he asked shouting. "Who's his father?"
Elizabeth's eyes welled up and she choked back the tears. She backed up against the wall, wishing she would disappear into it. Her face was red with shame. She was screaming the name in her mind but it just couldn't come out.
"WHO? Elizabeth, who?!" Will yelled out of pain, fury, and heartbreak.
"Sparrow!" she shouted back. Will stopped yelling as his face grew pale at the name. With the release of her confession a tear fell down her cheek. "Sparrow" she repeated in a much softer voice. "His name is James Sparrow."
