Disclaimer: I STILL don't own any of these characters or the lines from the
movie or the movie. *humph* Now I'm incredibly depressed...I think I'll
crawl in a corner and die now...
A/N: OMG!!!!! Thank you soooo much to all you reviewers! I wasn't expecting to get more than one review (thanks pirate princess ; D ) but I got like eight! Wow!
Catsb: Thanks. YAY! You were my first reviewer for this story. : )
El Diablo Firestarter: Thank you. Whether the child is Jack's or not, is yet to be seen. In fact, I don't know yet!
Punk_Rock_Princess: Thanks and hey, I'd love to write more! How convenient! : D
lil Demon: Thank you so much, I feel loved.
Beau Porteur De Diamant: LOL! Your puppy dog eyes may have failed but if you could get Johnny Depp to do it, I would write anything. And yes, I'm insinuating that something did happen on the island and maybe later on.... ; ) And THANK YOU so very much for putting me on your favs!
Lady Mercury: I loved the chemistry there too, and I wasn't aware that there were so many J/E fans! Lucky me!
pirate-princess: As always, Steph, thanks so much for your support and Ping- Pong wall quality. I'll try to get working on our story soon.....try being the key word there. MTFBWY!
Shadow Phenix: Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! And...well...THANK YOU! Hehe...glad I surprised ya!
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Elizabeth gasped as two warm, rough hands shook her shoulders in an attempt to wake her. Sitting up straight in shock, she immediately noticed that she was indeed still sitting on the tile floor she had laid down upon earlier. Looking up, Elizabeth saw the shocked face of the maid that had so rudely and suddenly awoken her.
"Milady, are you all right? Why on earth were you sleeping on the floor; I thought something terrible had happened?" The young woman spoke quickly, as if there wasn't enough time to get the words out of her mouth. Elizabeth's hand moved unintentionally to her stomach as she slowly got up and tried to muster a genuine smile for the maid. The small, abnormal movement did not go unnoticed by the long time servant of Mrs. Elizabeth Swann Turner.
"I'm perfectly fine, Meg, I just..." the words trailed off as Elizabeth tried desperately to convince her sleep-fogged brain to speak coherent sentences. Despite her effort, however, a logical explanation as to why she was lying on the floor at, it looked like it was near noon, and not in her comfortable bed or awake like she normally would be at this hour escaped her. "I'm fine. Thank you for your concern. I believe it is well past the time to be up and moving and I am not yet dressed." The maid drew her own attention back to Elizabeth as she spoke an affirmative. "Of course, milady."
Elizabeth simply sat dazed on the edge of her bed, confusion and sleep still etched into her normally soft features as she forced herself to digest everything. Why had she woken up on the floor of her room? Elizabeth rubbed her temples tiredly as she watched the maid go through numerous dresses from the corner of her eye. Suddenly, those piercing obsidian eyes flashed into her vision again and pain struck quickly in her abdomen, causing a small moan to leave her soft lips. Meg turned around and was instantly at Elizabeth's side. She touched her arm softly and looked into her troubled eyes.
"Ma'am, are you all right?" Seeing Elizabeth's hand, once again, on her stomach the maid eyed her somewhat suspiciously. Elizabeth just nodded weakly and smiled in reply lifting her head and turning to look at her wardrobe. "I think that I should wear blue dress today. The one with the white trim." She spoke softly, in an attempt to change the subject. "Yes, ma'am. Of course, the blue one would be lovely." Meg replied, standing up straight and returning to the task at hand.
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Elizabeth took in a sharp breath as the woman behind her pulled the laces on her dress even tighter. The young maid had been standing there for near ten minutes, as far as Elizabeth could tell, and didn't seem to be finished yet. As the torture continued, Elizabeth's eyes began to wander, desperate for something interesting to focus on. In the new, bright light entering the room she saw a spark of light that contrasted strongly against the pale walls of her bedroom prison.
Edging forward a little and looking carefully, Elizabeth saw that the shine had come from her earlier discarded, more like flung, wedding ring now lying on the cold floor. Staring at the ring and attempting to catch a breath, she remembered the day that Will had proposed. It was raining; the end of one of those random tropical storms with strong winds and pounding rain that are normally over as soon as they begin. Water hung heavily in the air as the storm ceased and the clouds broke open, revealing a gorgeous sunset. Elizabeth remembered how the orange and red in the sky had played stunningly off of Will's dark brown eyes.
They were standing out on the pier, soaking wet from the unexpected shower when he kneeled down onto one knee. Will put his hand into his pocket, searching for the little ring box, then into another pocket and another as he struggled to find the precious object. He looked up in surprised as he saw Elizabeth holding out an open box to him, the same one that had panicked him so. Seeing his distress and precarious position, she had assumed what he was so quickly looking for and reached her hand into the coat that she was now wearing: his coat, given to her when the storm began. Will blushed slightly and smiled at her, kissing her hand and murmuring 'thank you', as he took the ring from her hand and turned it around to face her.
"Elizabeth Sarah Swann" he began quietly, "I have loved you ever since my eyes first met yours the day you found me. And I love you more than ever today, as you found your own engagement ring for me. It seems I am destined to be in your care and would never have it any other way. Elizabeth, would you do me the honor of being my wife and finding me, my heart and anything else I may lose along the long way ahead of us?"
As she looked down at the floor of their room, Elizabeth almost swore that she could see Will kneeling in front of her, placing the lovingly created ring on her finger. A swift tug of the laces imprisoning her, however, brought her out of the daydream, making Will disappear suddenly. "Margaret," Elizabeth spoke harshly, using the maid's full name, "are you quite done with that dress yet?" Meg pulled strongly again and attempted to tie the laces the same as always. "Almost done, milady. The dress just doesn't seem to...fit as it usually does." The last part of the sentence was spoken carefully, as if she was afraid of a backlash from her own words.
"If it is not too bold to say, ma'am, when Mr. Turner returns, will you be expecting any new surprise?" The young woman said while finishing tying the dress and smoothing out the fabric carefully. Elizabeth took as deep a breath as the constricting dress allowed her and turned to face the source of such a blunt question. "Yes, Meg. A rather big surprise, actually." A light appeared in Meg's face as she took the answer to mean something completely different than Elizabeth was thinking.
'Yes,' Elizabeth thought, 'I suppose it would be a large surprise to find that your wife has disappeared to join pirates.' Elizabeth smiled slyly as the maid quietly stepped out of the room and left her with her own thoughts, once again. "Rather large indeed." She finished, speaking out loud and turning to face the open window. "Now," she said, squirming to find a comfortable position in the newly laced dress and staring out onto the horizon, "where are you hiding, Jack Sparrow?"
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Hmm....I'm not quite happy with this chapter, but I hope you are. Don't worry, the next chapter will actually move the story along somewhat...and draw in some more characters, hopefully. If you have any comments, once again, don't be afraid to review good or bad. Constructive criticism is always appreciated.
A/N: OMG!!!!! Thank you soooo much to all you reviewers! I wasn't expecting to get more than one review (thanks pirate princess ; D ) but I got like eight! Wow!
Catsb: Thanks. YAY! You were my first reviewer for this story. : )
El Diablo Firestarter: Thank you. Whether the child is Jack's or not, is yet to be seen. In fact, I don't know yet!
Punk_Rock_Princess: Thanks and hey, I'd love to write more! How convenient! : D
lil Demon: Thank you so much, I feel loved.
Beau Porteur De Diamant: LOL! Your puppy dog eyes may have failed but if you could get Johnny Depp to do it, I would write anything. And yes, I'm insinuating that something did happen on the island and maybe later on.... ; ) And THANK YOU so very much for putting me on your favs!
Lady Mercury: I loved the chemistry there too, and I wasn't aware that there were so many J/E fans! Lucky me!
pirate-princess: As always, Steph, thanks so much for your support and Ping- Pong wall quality. I'll try to get working on our story soon.....try being the key word there. MTFBWY!
Shadow Phenix: Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! And...well...THANK YOU! Hehe...glad I surprised ya!
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Elizabeth gasped as two warm, rough hands shook her shoulders in an attempt to wake her. Sitting up straight in shock, she immediately noticed that she was indeed still sitting on the tile floor she had laid down upon earlier. Looking up, Elizabeth saw the shocked face of the maid that had so rudely and suddenly awoken her.
"Milady, are you all right? Why on earth were you sleeping on the floor; I thought something terrible had happened?" The young woman spoke quickly, as if there wasn't enough time to get the words out of her mouth. Elizabeth's hand moved unintentionally to her stomach as she slowly got up and tried to muster a genuine smile for the maid. The small, abnormal movement did not go unnoticed by the long time servant of Mrs. Elizabeth Swann Turner.
"I'm perfectly fine, Meg, I just..." the words trailed off as Elizabeth tried desperately to convince her sleep-fogged brain to speak coherent sentences. Despite her effort, however, a logical explanation as to why she was lying on the floor at, it looked like it was near noon, and not in her comfortable bed or awake like she normally would be at this hour escaped her. "I'm fine. Thank you for your concern. I believe it is well past the time to be up and moving and I am not yet dressed." The maid drew her own attention back to Elizabeth as she spoke an affirmative. "Of course, milady."
Elizabeth simply sat dazed on the edge of her bed, confusion and sleep still etched into her normally soft features as she forced herself to digest everything. Why had she woken up on the floor of her room? Elizabeth rubbed her temples tiredly as she watched the maid go through numerous dresses from the corner of her eye. Suddenly, those piercing obsidian eyes flashed into her vision again and pain struck quickly in her abdomen, causing a small moan to leave her soft lips. Meg turned around and was instantly at Elizabeth's side. She touched her arm softly and looked into her troubled eyes.
"Ma'am, are you all right?" Seeing Elizabeth's hand, once again, on her stomach the maid eyed her somewhat suspiciously. Elizabeth just nodded weakly and smiled in reply lifting her head and turning to look at her wardrobe. "I think that I should wear blue dress today. The one with the white trim." She spoke softly, in an attempt to change the subject. "Yes, ma'am. Of course, the blue one would be lovely." Meg replied, standing up straight and returning to the task at hand.
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Elizabeth took in a sharp breath as the woman behind her pulled the laces on her dress even tighter. The young maid had been standing there for near ten minutes, as far as Elizabeth could tell, and didn't seem to be finished yet. As the torture continued, Elizabeth's eyes began to wander, desperate for something interesting to focus on. In the new, bright light entering the room she saw a spark of light that contrasted strongly against the pale walls of her bedroom prison.
Edging forward a little and looking carefully, Elizabeth saw that the shine had come from her earlier discarded, more like flung, wedding ring now lying on the cold floor. Staring at the ring and attempting to catch a breath, she remembered the day that Will had proposed. It was raining; the end of one of those random tropical storms with strong winds and pounding rain that are normally over as soon as they begin. Water hung heavily in the air as the storm ceased and the clouds broke open, revealing a gorgeous sunset. Elizabeth remembered how the orange and red in the sky had played stunningly off of Will's dark brown eyes.
They were standing out on the pier, soaking wet from the unexpected shower when he kneeled down onto one knee. Will put his hand into his pocket, searching for the little ring box, then into another pocket and another as he struggled to find the precious object. He looked up in surprised as he saw Elizabeth holding out an open box to him, the same one that had panicked him so. Seeing his distress and precarious position, she had assumed what he was so quickly looking for and reached her hand into the coat that she was now wearing: his coat, given to her when the storm began. Will blushed slightly and smiled at her, kissing her hand and murmuring 'thank you', as he took the ring from her hand and turned it around to face her.
"Elizabeth Sarah Swann" he began quietly, "I have loved you ever since my eyes first met yours the day you found me. And I love you more than ever today, as you found your own engagement ring for me. It seems I am destined to be in your care and would never have it any other way. Elizabeth, would you do me the honor of being my wife and finding me, my heart and anything else I may lose along the long way ahead of us?"
As she looked down at the floor of their room, Elizabeth almost swore that she could see Will kneeling in front of her, placing the lovingly created ring on her finger. A swift tug of the laces imprisoning her, however, brought her out of the daydream, making Will disappear suddenly. "Margaret," Elizabeth spoke harshly, using the maid's full name, "are you quite done with that dress yet?" Meg pulled strongly again and attempted to tie the laces the same as always. "Almost done, milady. The dress just doesn't seem to...fit as it usually does." The last part of the sentence was spoken carefully, as if she was afraid of a backlash from her own words.
"If it is not too bold to say, ma'am, when Mr. Turner returns, will you be expecting any new surprise?" The young woman said while finishing tying the dress and smoothing out the fabric carefully. Elizabeth took as deep a breath as the constricting dress allowed her and turned to face the source of such a blunt question. "Yes, Meg. A rather big surprise, actually." A light appeared in Meg's face as she took the answer to mean something completely different than Elizabeth was thinking.
'Yes,' Elizabeth thought, 'I suppose it would be a large surprise to find that your wife has disappeared to join pirates.' Elizabeth smiled slyly as the maid quietly stepped out of the room and left her with her own thoughts, once again. "Rather large indeed." She finished, speaking out loud and turning to face the open window. "Now," she said, squirming to find a comfortable position in the newly laced dress and staring out onto the horizon, "where are you hiding, Jack Sparrow?"
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Hmm....I'm not quite happy with this chapter, but I hope you are. Don't worry, the next chapter will actually move the story along somewhat...and draw in some more characters, hopefully. If you have any comments, once again, don't be afraid to review good or bad. Constructive criticism is always appreciated.