This story is based after the films. I claim nothing, and I don't have anything to do with the studios. Copyright to the rightful owners.
Elizabeth woke with a start, sweat dripping from her brow. The sun was shining in, assuming that one of the servants had snuck in and opened it while she had slumbered. The other side of the bed was cold, yet it still had the faint imprint of her husband and longtime childhood friend, William Turner. Pushing off the duvet with her bare feet, the light brunette beauty touched the cold wooden floor for the first time in those early hours. Carefully standing up with a hand secured over her belly, she gazed around the room before being met by one of the help, whom was treated like family or so Will put it.
'Good morning Miss Turner.' The small woman said, looking quite tired upon Elizabeth's inspection. With a still sleepy smile, the brunette spoke. "Good morning, Audrey. Do you happen to - " 'To know where Mr. Turner is? Yes miss, he's downstairs in the foyer.' "Would you mind terribly fetching me a glass of water? I'm parched." 'Not at all, ma'am. Right away.' With a curtsy and a small smile, she swept out of the bedroom. Going over to the nearby mirror that hung on the wall, she did her best to fix up her hair to look somewhat presentable. Deciding to bathe after breakfast, Elizabeth made her way out of the room and down the long hall, receiving the glass from Audrey, thanking her gratefully. About to make her way downstairs, Elizabeth then stopped at the top, her arm wrapped around a pillar for support.
Tones were hushed, yet she did her best to listen in. Catching Will's voice, she bit down on her bottom lip. "Elizabeth must not know, Jack! As stubborn and drunk as you almost always are on rum, as a friend, you must not utter a word." Utter a word about what? What must she not know? These thoughts rang in her head, soon focusing back on the problem at hand. "Look mate, you have my word, as a captain and as a - as a man! Yes! So, when do you depart your beauty for the most unmerciful sea?" "Not long to be precise. About another - " His words were cut off when Elizabeth rushed down the stairs, her face a mix of anger, sadness, and betrayal. Crossing her arms over her chest, she quickly glanced from her husband to Sparrow. "I'm not going to pretend as though I heard none of that. I heard perfectly fine from the top of the stairs! What can't you tell me, as my husband?!" Her voice was raised a bit, giving both men a death stare that could kill in a matter of seconds. "I'm leaving, darling. I received a letter a week or so ago, but I didn't want to tell you, with the state you've been in." He pauses, reaching out to place a hand on her shoulder. Elizabeth shrugged it off harshly, waiting for him to continue. "There's a battle set to happen tomorrow at dusk, that's all I know at the moment unfortunately." "No, ya forgot about those redcoats that despise me." William stayed silent, shooting Jack a look. "Redcoats?! You are going off to fight them? Pirates weren't enough for you, Turner? You - you can't just leave us, /me./" Speaking up then rather loudly, Turner grabbed gently for his wife. "You don't think this was hard for me?! I have to go, I have to." She could see the tears welling up in his eyes, reaching up to wipe them away before they spilled. "You'll be alright, I'll be alright. Jack has agreed to help you, help look after you." And with a long and passionate kiss, Elizabeth sobbing silently as their warm lips moulded together, William gently and yet hesitantly pulled away. Standing there for another moment to capture her face in his mind, he whispered, "I love you." "I love you too, Will. Come back to me, promise." Elizabeth started feeling as though she was going to faint, breaking out in a cold sweat as her legs felt like they were going to buckle beneath her. Captain Jack immediately came to her side, arms supporting the woman. Fighting against her own closing eyes from the emotion of it all, the last thing she saw was her husband heading out the door and onto the cobblestoned street.
Elizabeth wasn't sure when it was she had woken up, what time of day it was, or whether this was all just a horrid nightmare that she had dreamed up but the important thing was that yes she was /awake./ Awake and apparently in her bed. Hearing booted footsteps approach the end of the large canopy bed, she blinked before recognizing who it was. "Welcome back, love." "How - I was downstairs last time I checked." "Yes, you fainted and I brought you back up here with some help. Rum?" Offering up the flask as he made his way to her side, the brunette shook her head. "No, none for me, thank you. Why are you here? Why did you agree to this? Will was never your favorite person and I suspect I know why, have always known why." Watching as he took a swig from the silver flask, Elizabeth then gazed at the candle that flickered by the bedside. Jack gazed at her, still as beautiful as ever, always would be in his book. He traced a ringed finger across her pale hand, gently, thinking of how best to answer her inquiries. "Alright then, more for me. I'm here because I care about you both, you are both family to me, you both have fought alongside me on The Black Pearl." He pauses, letting out a laugh. "He came to me after getting that letter, not knowing who else to go to, well there wasn't anyone else as he put it. Besides the obvious, Swann." Giving her a look that no one else would know, the pirate offered a smile. "He begged me not to tell you, he was just going to slip out so to speak and hope you wouldn't worry, and he would write when possible. -" Elizabeth cut him off, rolling her eyes. "How would I not worry? Knowing my husband was God knows where doing god knows what, leaving his beloved..." "Don't make me start singing just to shut you up, love. As I was saying, the noble Turner told me about the state that you were in, currently of course. Apparently you've been feeling quite faint as of recent, mood swings, I can't really remember what else he said..." Jack was listing these things off on his fingers, finding himself squeezing her hand. Returning the squeeze gently in return, Elizabeth tilted her head. "You know I loved you, even though I never truly said it. Our relationship was curious teasing, flirting, playing one another for certain things..." Jack trailed off, biting his lip not to say anything more. The daughter of a very important man, the beauty of Port Royal had been married for two years and what would he be if he tore that apart? Other than what he already was? A pirate. Her voice interrupted his thoughts, meeting her gaze. "Jack, please don't say anything more. That was so long ago, I was practically a teenager when I said those things it seems. I still care about you, you know this, Will and I both do. It never would have worked out between us, remember? That's what we always - always said." Her voice grew quiet, a new sheen of sweat on her forehead. There was something that only she knew, something she had yet to tell the two men in her life.