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Chapter 2: Lunch, Answers, and Most of all Death
The woman at the desk simply nodded. The grief on her face became more pronounced after Elizabeth's question, and she started to regret asking. Lady Beckett stood in a slow fashion, and turned to face Elizabeth.
"My name is Evangeline. I would prefer it if you would call me by my first name," she sighed.
"O-of course," Elizabeth managed.
Behind them, Elizabeth heard the door come flying open, and Olivia ran past her in excitement. She embraced her mother's legs, only to be patted on her head, and hugged as best her mother could manage.
"Morning mommy!" the small child exclaimed," Are you gonna come eat with me and bubby?"
Evangeline nodded," I do need to eat..."
"Is this lady gonna come eat with us too?" Olivia pointed at Elizabeth.
She received a smile and a nod from her mother, and that was good enough for her. She grabbed both her mother's hand, and the hand of the newcomer and proceeded to pull them in the direction of the dining room. Elizabeth could not help but laugh at how adorable little Olivia was. She was sweet, innocent, and all together lovable. It was still hard to believe that this small girl was the daughter of the cruel Lord Cutler Beckett. Perhaps she would receive explanations at lunch.
They returned to the first floor in the main hall, and continued to be guided across the house by Olivia. The dining room was on the complete opposite side of the house from where they had been, and it did feel like quite the walk. The room bore the same coloration as much of the house, blue and silver, but the actual dining set, which consisted of one large table and eight chairs, was made of polished Ash.
"Olivia! Don't pull mother along like that!" Anthony cried at his sister when he saw her pulling Evangeline and Elizabeth along," you might hurt her!"
"Oh don't worry about me yet, Anthony. I'm not far enough along for little Olivia to hurt me," Evangeline laughed as she sat near the head of the table, but left the head empty. Anthony sat across from her, and Olivia sat next to her.
Elizabeth knew not where to sit, so she placed herself next to the boy, and no one seemed to mind.
"Are you pregnant?" Elizabeth asked in curiosity about Anthony's earlier comment.
"Yes, two months along," she sighed, not wanting to answer," And who might you be?"
"Elizabeth Turner."
"I met William Turner once, you must be his wife. When I met him, though, you two were still engaged," Evangeline said.
"When did you meet him?"
"My husband was striking a deal with William to bring him Jack Sparrow's compass. I had been in his office speaking to him when they had brought your husband up to speak to him. Mr. Turner seemed to be a very nice man. I hope you two are happy...?" the pregnant woman asked as lunch was brought forth.
"Finally!" Olivia yelled, startling her mother.
"Olivia, don't yell like that!"
Small sandwiches were brought out on trays, and they appeared to be paninis, which are small, grilled, and flattened Italian subs. The sight of these seemed to excite the small girl sitting next to Evangeline.
"Are these the ones with Mozzarella and the Italian bacon stuff?" she asked.
"Yes," one of the maids laughed," you won't eat them any other way."
These sandwiches were accompanied by some tea, a large cup of water, which Elizabeth assumed was for Evangeline, and a tray of veggies and fruits. On this tray were baby carrots, cauliflower, broccoli, and several other vegetables that the youngest one at the table glared at fiercely. The fruits brought with them brightened her mood, and consisted of apples, bananas, and many others.
For much of the time, everyone ate in silence. As Evangeline ate, it was quite obvious she, and the little one inside of her, were starving. It was also clear that she realized how bad of an idea it had been for her to not have eaten that day before, as she was eating much more than anyone else at the table. Every once and awhile, Olivia would race her mother at scarfing down a panini, and would always win. After each race, however, she would receive a smack across the back of her head for eating like a pig in front of everyone.
Once lunch was done, Evangeline elected to take a walk and had asked Elizabeth to join her. She did not refuse, and thought that this walk may give her opportunities to find out more about both Evangeline and Beckett. Silence engulfed the two of them till they reached the main square of Port Royal, and by then, Elizabeth had gathered the courage to start asking questions.
"How could you marry a man like Beckett? You are hardly the type of woman I can see him with," Elizabeth managed.
"Cutler and I loved each other Elizabeth, and few around us understood that. They couldn't comprehend how he could deserve me, or how I could love such a 'cruel and heartless' man," Evangeline said," He was neither of those things. Few people ever had the chance to realize that."
"So, tell me how he really was," Elizabeth asked.
"He was kind, and most of all loving towards me and our children. Some of those natures did reflect themselves when he was away from me, but never did they enter his business transactions. When he did his work, he was not the man I had married. I always thought it was simply easier to change your nature when to succeed, you must take away from others."
"I can't see him acting like that."
"And you probably never will..."
Elsewhere...
"I HATE my job..." Will Turner sighed as he examined those he would be ferrying to the other side.
Among them was Cutler Beckett, Mr. Mercer, James Norrington, and many others he had seen die in the fight between the Brethren Court and The East India Trading Company. The greatest sight of them all was indeed Lord Beckett, as Will had never seen him without his wig. Despite being hidden under that ugly white wig all day, Beckett's hair still had a hint of blond in his brown locks. He was also the only one awake, and he appeared to be troubled.
"Whats wrong with you?" Will yelled down to him.
He only received a glance, no answer. After awhile, however, the answer came. "If I had known I would die in this endeavor, I would never have sent you to get the compass..."
AN: I don't know if paninis were around back then, but they're damn good sandwiches! I also know the family is supposed to be English, but I'd assume Evangeline is well traveled and knows Italian food well P. This chapter is also shorter than the last, but I wanted to get it out before to long, even though I don't have any reviewers...PLEASE REVIEW!!-begs the reader- AHH! Sorry for how the text was, the upload must have screwed it up.