Author's Note: I will give you this because I'm in a good mood and because this chapter and the last one are both rather short…so here ye go.
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Last Time:
The room was full of drunks and prostitutes, fighting, kissing, punching and yelling. The whole room was a mess.
Except for one.
"Will?!"
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"Will, what the heck are ye doin' 'ere?" He said, slurring every word and wavering to and from Will's personal space.
He sighed and turned around in his chair, his back facing Jack. Jack frowned and sat in a chair next to him, "What say you lad!" He yelled over the crowd.
Still nothing.
Blast this island. If I hadn't gotten myself drunk then I would be able to talk to the boy.
"Where are ye stayin' t'night son?"
Will made eyes contact with him and shrugged.
Jack nodded and said, "Stay with me. I just got me self a room- And you can have a semi-comfortable stay here."
Will nodded.
The next morning the first thing Will saw when he opened his eyes was Jack sitting on the bed across the room from him with his hat and coat on. "Mornin'."
Will nodded. He sighed and sat up. Jack smiled his smile and said, "Not much for talkin' eh? Well you better start talking because my hang over is finally gone and the more we stay here, the more it costs…"
Will just stared at him, his eyes full of emotion that Jack didn't even want to start to evaluate. His smile went off his face as he turned serious, "What happened?"
"It's Elizabeth…" Will started, "she left me."
Jack's eyes bulged, "For another man?"
He shook his head, "No, no…well at least I don't so."
"What'd you mean?"
"I mean that Elizabeth packed up and left me. She took Natalie too! All her clothes, gone. Her things, gone. No note, no nothing." He looked at Jack, tears filling up in his eyes.
Oh boy…this is going to get sticky…Please Will- don't cry. I'm beggin' you. Jack sighed and got up, "When did she leave?"
"About a week ago."
"And she's no where on the island?" He said, walking slowly over to Will's bed.
He shook his head, "I've looked everywhere. Finally I went to the Commodore."
Jack rolled his eyes and took a seat next to him, "Did he know where she was?"
"He said that he didn't want to mess in our personal life…that it had been hard ever since we got married…but she had gone to him and asked to go out on the next merchant ship going to St. Thomas…you know, in the Virgin Islands- but he said that he had asked what was wrong that I hadn't come with her and she asked him to stay out of it. She left on a ship that afternoon."
"Where were you in the afternoon she left?"
Will shrugged, his breath getting short, "I had left early in the morning to work in the shop. I had a big order due that night. But when I came home, our house keeper was crying saying that someone took Elizabeth and the baby."
Jack sighed and put his hand on Will's shoulder as he bent his head down into his hands. Jack had never thought this would happen to them. After how long they had known each other and how long they had loved each other from afar…Jack didn't think it possible.
Good thing I was here to be with him… He thought to himself.
Oh leave him be. Does he really need a pirate bugging him? His inner voice argued.
He doesn't have anyone else. Elizabeth was his everything. Liz and the little tot.
He'll get over it. You have other things to do! He'll get in the way of your ship!
Will coming on board? I never thought of that.
I don't think you're listening to me…
Will can come on board and we can go to this St. Thomas!
Um…did you say St. Thomas? Don't you remember what's on that island?
I don't care. This is for Will. I owe him.
You owe him nothing. You're a foolish man Jack Sparrow.
That's Captain Jack Sparrow to you.
"Will m'boy, I've made up me mind! You shall come aboard the Pearl with me to go get yer bonny lass."
Will looked up with a different look in his eye, "I'm not going anywhere Jack, I'm staying right here."
"Excuse me?"
"It's obvious she doesn't want to be with me Jack. I'm not going to run after her."
"Will this is your WIFE and your DAUGHTER. You can't just give up."
"I'm not giving up, I'm facing reality."
Jack rolled his eyes, hearing a self-pity ballad playing in his head. "Will, wake up and smell the rum- when your wife leaves she usually wants someone to come after her."
"How would you know? You've never had a wife!" Will said, getting up.
"You'd be surprised…" Jack muttered. Will eyed him and Jack stood up, "Listen boy- this is your wife. Yer not supposed to 'face reality' as you call it, so soon! You need to fight for her. And even if she throws a book at you instead of kissing you for a welcome, you keep going! You need to show her that you still love her by going back to her. Most men make the biggest mistake when their wife leaves them- they go back to their lives. You can't do that Will. You have to go get her."
After a long pause, Will asked, "Well how do you suggest I do such a thing?"
"I, Sir, have a ship." He said smiling.
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"She's crying for her father you know…"
Elizabeth Turner shot a look at her aunt, Ella Carter. She was holding her eight month old, Natalie and was trying to shush her, but nothing was working. Her aunt was only sitting a few feet away.
"Ella, please. I came here hoping to find a refuge…"
"Liz, I can't deny that I'm your aunt and that I give advice to you…"
Elizabeth looked at the baby in her arms. She had only began talking two weeks ago. Her first word was 'dad'. "Ella, you know I consider you more than an aunt, but as more of a sister. And sisters don't like to hear advice when they're not in the mood."
"Yes, considering we're only three years apart, I suppose that we are more like sisters. How old are you dear?"
"Twenty-Three."
"Ah yes. Your mother had you at such a young age…"
"And father was also a lot older than her when they married."
Ella nodded. "Yes, I was always suspicious when he came around the house asking for your mother…dear Amanda…" She shook her head of the memory, "Yes well, mother also had me late in life. I am the youngest of the bunch…"
Elizabeth nodded. "Well I'm glad you're so close to my age, now you can understand me better."
"Back then to the advice…"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"You've been here a week and haven't told Jonathan or me…"
She stood up, "That's the way it has to be…can't you be patient?"
Ella sighed, "Yes, of course I can be patient, if you promise to tell me why you left."
Elizabeth paused, "I promise."