Waiting...
(Done in 3 P.O.V's)
Jack-
No matter how many times scolding looks were thrown his way by young William, Jack couldn't stop his legs from bobbing. Even if he wanted to be good. And he really did...sort of.
Oh, it was a strange form of Hell! He wanted to be here- seeing his best friend's son (who, in turn, was a friend also) go throughout the happiest day of his life. But it was hard. The sermon was boring, Norrington kept throwing him suspicious glances-which made him edgy, the rum was calling! But, worst of all...Captain Jack Sparrow really needed to go to the bathroom.
Elizabeth-
It was exciting and scary all at once. But, caressing her swelling belly once more, Elizabeth wouldn't have it any other way. With a small shift of movement from the tiny life inside her, a rush of eagerness ran up her spine. She was going to be a mother...soon.
The thought of it amazed and surprised her. Looking back on her life, she never could have guessed what it would be like. And, funny enough, as she laid beside her beloved at night, him falling into hysterics every time the subtle kick of his babe could be felt, she couldn't decide who was more anxious....
Will and his mother-
He was in a position that reminded her of a portrait. A mess of dark curls, standing on his tiny tiptoes, gripping the windowsill with tiny, fragile fingers and gazing impatiently out the window at the stormy grey sky.
Will could stand there for hours, ardently anticipating his long gone hero to return from his latest adventure with a trinket of gold, silver or some form of curious workmanship secretly pocketed.
The sky grew dark and rain began to patter on the windowsill, blinding much of what was outside. But the young lad didn't budge, still anxiously awaiting his best friend, his idol...his papa.
...Too bad this time the round golden gift came home without its giver.
