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Summary:Will and Elizabeth have a daughter, but she has grown up to beleive that he is dead. What happens when she finds out the truth? Will she go and meet him like her mother wants or will she run off and live with her two Uncles? And what happens when a boy appears at Port Royal in seach of the truth and his own father? And just who exactly is the man that you don't want as a husband or an enemy?
Notes: AWE Spoilers, a few minor adjustments, key one being Beckett never dies, I didn't sit through the credits for the easter egg, so that final scene will play no part in this story (I have lame friends who don't sit through credits) Everything else should be explained as I go along. Rated T for later chapters
Story and title sort of inspired by And So It Goes by Billy Joel, mostly the title though. ;)
So enjoy the prequel everyone!
The young girl stood eagerly on the stairs, watching the front door. Today was the day her uncles were to come and pay her their yearly visit. She could barely keep still, and her mother kept admonishing her to do so.
Her excitement was one to match her mother's nerves; unbeknownst to her, her very own mother would be leaving for a bit of time, leaving her alone with one of her uncles. Looking up at her mother she smiled. "They will be here soon, yes mother?" she asked, her eyes full of trust and hopefulness.
"Any moment now, dear, any moment now." Her mother replied, wondering how and when she should tell her little girl she would be leaving.
Just then there was a sharp knock on the door, and the young girl raced towards the door, pushing their doorman out of the way. Reaching up to the knob she twisted it and pulled hard on the heavy door. "They're here!" she squealed, peering around the door and then turning around to beam at her mother. Nodding the woman on the stairs moved towards the door to help her daughter.
The door swung wide, and there in the doorway stood two rough looking men. Nodding politely at the eldest of the two women they looked down to the girl.
"Uncle Jack! Uncle Hector!" she cried, rushing forward to wrap her small arms as best she could around the two grown men.
"Hullo there Emmy." Hector said, grimacing, children were not his forte. Jack seeing the other mans discomfort scooped the girl up in her arms, whispered something in her ear, causing her to laugh and glance over at her other uncle and giggle some more. He stepped quickly into the foyer, lest they were to be seen and sat the girl down.
"Lizzie." Jack said, turning to her mother, taking up her hand.
"Jack." She said quietly, watching as the other man, Hector, closed the door.
"Are ye ready?" he asked, following her into the parlor where tea was set, along with a tray filled with pastries and two bottles of rum, Jack grinned. "You know me to well luv." he said with a smirk, picking up a bottle and taking a swig.
"Do ye have any apples?" Hector asked, being dragged into the room by little Emmy.
Lizzie nodded, picked up an apple and tossed it to the other man.
"Thank ye." He said, catching it and quickly biting into the sweet fruit. "So, when do ye be wanting to set sail?" he asked around the bite of fruit.
"Actually, as soon as possible, but Emmy needs to stay here, and one of you with her." She replied, looking between the two men, who just started at her like she had just asked one of them to give up rum or apples.
"It's not going to be me mate." Jack said standing, and moving towards the window.
"And why ever not Jack?" Hector asked, narrowing his gaze.
"Well, for one, I'm a wanted man here, and you know that Beckett man is still searching for me, and number two, Emmy likes you better." He said motioning towards the girl who was not listening to the conversation whatsoever.
"She does not!" Hector quickly retorted, then sighed and rolled his eyes as the girl lifted his hat off of his head and placed it on her own, grinning at him. "Ok, fine, she might, but that doesn't mean I'm letting you take my ship."
"It's my ship. Hector. Sides, I'd be needed to come back and get you anyway, otherwise, how is the Mrs. Over here going to get back to her dear daughter." Jack said, once more motioning to the girl who was now seated on the other man's lap.
"Can't we just be takin her with us Miss Turner?" Hector asked, turning his gaze to the grown woman who was now staring helplessly at the both of them.
Elizabeth shook her head. "Not this time. I haven't seen Will in ten years." She sighed and looked guiltily at her hands. "Besides, you know she thinks he's well, ah, D-E-A-D" She whispered the letters.
Emmy giggled. "Dead, that's dead mama."
"Yes sweetie, I know." Elizabeth said, moving towards her daughter. "Emeline, can you listen to me for a minute?" she asked.
Emmy scooched around on Hector's lap until she was staring eye to eye with her own mother. The girl nodded.
"Good." Elizabeth stated. "Now Emmy, mommy needs to leave for a few days." At Emmy's beginnings of a tantrum she picked the girl up, hat and all. "Now, now sweetie, no crying. Mommy has to go away with Uncle Jack, its business; we're going to go see a good man who will help us. Do you understand that?" The girl nodded. "But you see, Uncle Hector cannot go along, because that would be too many people, and I don't want him to be lonely and not know his way around the house here, so I wanted to know if you could keep him company and keep him safe. Can you do that for mommy?" Elizabeth asked, putting her daughter down, who had become far too heavy to hold for long amounts of time.
Emmy nodded, "Yes mother, I can do that." She said, straightening her skirts, and putting her hands neatly behind her back. "Don't worry Uncle Hector." She said turning to the man. "I'll keep you safe." She responded firmly with a nod, and then headed off, holding the hat in place, to her room where she kept the trinkets that she believed and knew to keep her safe.
"I still honestly cannot believe that you are telling your own daughter that her father is dead. That's wrong Lizzie, I'd never do that, and I'm a pirate."
"Yes, well it had to be done; I'm going to tell her one day, the next time." Elizabeth replied, turning her back on Jack.
"But at what cost to you, and to her? She's not going to like it and she's not going to like you when you come clean of it. I think you need to tell her that her father is a very important man." Hector Barbossa supplied.
"No, not yet, she won't understand."
"I think you underestimate her luv." Jack said with a grin. "And forget that she is nine years old, plus being the daughter of you and Will certainly means she's no dummy, well, with Will…"
"Jack, would you please shut up? I just want to leave and see my Will again."
"Yes and young Mr. Turner does know he is a father, yes?" Jack asked.
"Of course he knows, I wrote him a letter about it, you gave it to him! He wrote me back too, and we both decided to wait to tell her."
"Aye and how long Elizabeth, how long?"
Elizabeth looked flustered and momentarily guilty. "I, well, he, ah, well he didn't say."
Jack nodded solemnly, he would put all the rum in the world down for a bet that Will was excepting to see his only daughter the first chance he got to be back on land for one day, and he also expected Will to have thought his darling wife to have told his daughter all about him. Oh, how Jack would hate to be on the island with the two of them when that little gem came to light.
"Alright luv, we'll leave it at that, but now it is time to be going, ye know I don't like stayin here fer to long."
Elizabeth nodded. "I'll just get my bags, say goodbye to Emmy, and we can leave." She turned to Barbossa. "Promise me you'll take good care of her."
"The very best Miss Turner." Barbossa replied, causing Elizabeth to smile at his inability to ever say that she was a Mrs. now, or even her first name.
Elizabeth quickly left the parlor to find her daughter and her packed bags, which left the two men and captains alone.
"I think it's high time we started telling Emmy some nice adventure stories." Jack said, taking a swig of rum.
"Aye, you read my mind Jack, nothing too much, just enough for her to start thinking on her own." Barbossa replied. Jack nodded. "Should I teach her how to fight? Ye never know, she might need to know one day, if she leaves her mum, or while on the voyage to see her father."
"Just a bit; make it a game, and wooden swords fer ye both." Jack said sternly.
"Aye, wooden swords." He said with a nod. "Ye be careful with her out there Jack, get her there and back again safely. And don't you just drop her off and leave with my ship."
"Ah, it's my ship, but I want to come and see Emmy one more time before we're gone for another year." The two men nodded as one.
"I'm all ready." Elizabeth said, stepping back into the room, Emmy following behind her.
"Let's go then Lizzy." Jack said taking her arm and heading for the door. "You take care of Uncle Hector Emmy, and make sure he stays out of trouble.
The girl giggled and the hat slipped down over her eyes, pushing it back up she smiled at Jack. "I will, don't worry. Bye mum, come home soon." She said waving as they closed the door.
Once they were gone she turned to her Uncle Hector. "Now what?" she asked, sitting on the sofa.
"How about I tell yet some stories" Emmy began to frown, not wanting to hear the stories of dragons and princesses her mother always told her. "Pirate stories." Hector said with a grin.
"Oh! Yes please!" Emmy said, scooting closer.
"Alright then, how about we start with a story about your uncles, and the curse on their ship, The Black Pearl!" Emmy nodded and he quickly began the story, the girl hanging on to his every word.
And so the week continued, with stories and pirate games and their own swashbuckling adventures.
Putting Emeline to sleep on the night Jack and Elizabeth were to return, Hector Barbossa smiled to himself, pleased that one day the young girl would figure it all out, and he prayed to whoever was listening that she wouldn't tell her mother the stories he told, and that she had learned to wield a sword.
And so it was that Jack and Elizabeth came home to find Hector Barbossa asleep on a couch, clutching the bonnet Emmy had given him in exchange for his hat.
A/N: Thats all for right now, drop me a line and let me know what you thought. The next chapter will take place roughly ten years later, and then the drama really starts to unfold.
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