I'll tell him today.
Elizabeth woke up with four words echoing in her head. I'll tell him today. I'll tell him everything. She wriggled and rolled over, wrapping the warm blanket around herself.. I'll tell him today. She couldn't sleep. She walked softly over to the window, shivering as the cold sea air brushed her skin. The sun was dim on the horizon, just touching the edge of the sea, waiting to rise. She climbed back into bed and lay on her back, hands clasped over her stomach. I'll tell him today, I will.
***
Jack was woken to the sound of metal clattering on stone. He opened one eye slowly and flinched when the light hit his hung-over senses. He groaned.
"Bloody 'ell." The light came streaming through the small window in a sharp beam of dusty daylight. He pulled himself upright and went over to the hole in the wall. His view was of a low wall, behind which he could see nothing but the sky. He cursed. He couldn't get his bearings. He didn't know where he was. He couldn't escape if he didn't know where in Port Royale he was. For the first time in his life Jack Sparrow didn't have a plan. He eyed the food that had been pushed into his cell with disgust. A hunk of seeded bread floated in a bowl of noxious smelling green soup. He tentatively dipped a finger in the soup and frowned. It was cold. Further testing proved it to be disgusting as well. He put it to one side and continued to look out the window. The sun was up now, brilliant in the cold blue sky. Norrington's words of the night before came back to him. "Your friends aren't aware of your presence in Port Royale and I intend to keep it that way." Jack thought of Will and Elizabeth and sighed. He hated to admit it but it felt like they were his only hope.
***
She cleared her throat. "Will." She said softly. He didn't hear her. "Will." She repeated. He turned around.
"Yes, love?" She swallowed.
"I've, I've got something to tell you…" He smiled at her.
"What is it?"
"I…" She hesitated. "I'm pregnant." He enveloped her in a warm hug.
"Liz that's fantastic! How long have you known? How many months are you?" He was beaming at her. She chewed on her lip.
"About three months I think…" They had been married for three months. He grinned at her.
"Think about it, Liz. We're going to be parents! I'm going to be a father!" She forced a smile.
"Yes…" She looked up at him sadly. He gave her a strange look.
"What's wrong? Don't you want it?" She shook her head.
"No. Of course I want it…" What a lie she though. I didn't tell him everything. What a lie. He put his arm around her.
