Will and Elizabeth held hands as they walked back to their home. Will chuckled as his son ran ahead, chasing after a stray cat. Elizabeth chuckled too, glancing at her husband. He looked even more handsome than ten years ago. His dark wavy hair flowed down to his shoulders, and a crimson bandana was tied securely around his head. The tan he had received from dwelling in the hot, Caribbean sun brought out his masculine features. The sun shined brightly on his face, making him look even more desirable. Elizabeth wondered how she could resist more than just holding his warm hand. Realizing she was staring at her husband, she quickly looked away. Her heart had ached so horribly during this long decade.
Will looked up at the house once they reached it. The last time he laid eyes on it, the home was being rebuilt from the Barbossa's raid. He opened the door for his family, and William scampered inside. Will chuckled, while Elizabeth giggled. As William scramble up the steps, Will shut the front door. He smiled as he felt his wife's warm lips on his cheek. Elizabeth wished she could show her affection for him a little more, but their son was I view. By the time Will turned around, his wife was already climbing the steps to William.
"Come father! Come see our house!" William gestured for him to come. Will grinned and walked up the stairs to them. As soon as he was close enough, Elizabeth grasped his hand and they walked together along the hardwood floor. Will gazed at the pictures on the wall, and beamed when he saw a painting of Elizabeth. She looked so beautiful. Her hair was up in a neat bun, with a few strands of hair hanging down, which were in tiny ringlets. She wore a deep blue dress that had a small train, and held a matching fan. Will squeezed her hand as he stared at the picture. Elizabeth smiled to herself as he admired her portrait.
"That's my room!" William pointed to a door on the right side of the left hallway. "And there's yours, Father." He pointed to a door on the left side at the end of the hallway. Will let go of Elizabeth's hand and walked to his room. He turned the brass knob and peered inside. The room was rather small, but consisted of a rather large bed. Beside the bed was a wooden nightstand, which held a lit candle.
"You and Mother have to share a room, if you don't mind." William noted, as he stood behind Will.
Will smiled slyly and looked at Elizabeth. "I don't think I will mind that at all."
