A/N: I'd like to thank everyone who has reviewed, for you guys really keep me going when I'm doubting this story! I'm actually having incredible fun writing this. I'm sorry for the late updates; I'm going to try to keep them coming. I had a lot of stuff to deal with; tests, projects, lab write-ups, and getting teeth painfully extracted from my mouth.
As for the story, it is my great regret to tell everyone that I have merged this story in with another I have been working on, so this might be a long fanfic! Sad, right? Well Zay, I guess you're getting a novel instead of a four-shot!
For the story, I am going by the version of Will's curse that allows him to see Elizabeth on ten year intervals. Keep that it mind.
Chapter Three:
That morning seemed to go by painfully slow to Will.
When he had attempted to go into his mother's room to see if she were awake, his great aunt had stopped him, telling him that she had had a late night and was allowed to (for once) sleep in late. She had then taken him downstairs and they had a silent breakfast together, Will entertaining himself by secretly placing a piece of egg on his great aunt's chair when she had gotten up to get something. When she returned and sat on the substance, he had to use all of his force to not laugh as she yelped in anger, telling Will that he should have told her about the food. He claimed that he had not noticed it, and he was sent to his room.
As he walked up the stairs, he noticed that none of the maids or servants had told her about the food either, even after they witnessed Will commit the deed. He grinned.
Stepping onto the final landing of the stairs, he walked down the hallway quietly, and cracked his mother's door open. She was leaning upwards, beginning to awaken from a deep slumber, her hair ruffled from sleep. Opening the door further, Will walked in.
Elizabeth's head looked up for the trace of the sound, and upon seeing Will, her face broke out into a grin. "Will!" Quickly, she got out of the bed, though she stumbled, still hazy with sleep.
"Hi mother," he said, greeting her with a hug, his face full of child innocence. "I'm glad you're finally awake; I was forced to eat with Aunt Tight-Knickers."
"William!" Elizabeth scolded, though her eyes sparkled with amusement; she sometimes forgot how much he knew for an eight year old. "Where did you hear such language?"
Will snorted. "You have the mouth of a sailor mum, who do you think I heard it from?"
Elizabeth held back a very eager grin. "You should not repeat it though." Sitting back on her bed, she pushed her hair from her face. "Now, was your evening last night as terrible as mine?"
Anything but terrible! "Oh yes," he lied. "I played chess with Jonathan."
"He still hasn't beaten you yet, has he?"
The child shook his head.
His mother grinned.
"We're still going today, aren't we?" inquired Will suddenly.
Elizabeth's brow furrowed for a moment, and then softened as she gave a small 'Oh'. "Of course," she answered with a grin. "Why wouldn't we?"
"I don't know," Will admitted, "I thought you might be tired from the night before. But please, can we leave soon?" It was already ten o'clock, and it took at least a half an hour to get down to the shore.
His mother nodded, and told Will to go get dressed while she went down to grab a quick breakfast. Once he was gone, she ran a brush through her hair and went downstairs.
Quickly downing a plate of poached eggs and a biscuit, Elizabeth went in search of her aunt, finding her in the parlor, a large book in her hands. She did not lift her eyes from the book as her niece walked towards her, but instead snapped, "Yes?"
Forcing a smile, Elizabeth clasped her hands together behind her back. "I would just like to inform you that Will and I shall be gone for the day. We're heading into the market and then he would like go down to the docks to look at the merchant ships."
Her aunt remained hidden behind the book. "You spend too much time with that boy. He needs to learn to be on his own."
Elizabeth remained quiet, though her fist clenched and unclenched in anger.
"However, you may go, for I'm also going out today to have tea with the Rosendale's." The book was lowered, and she shot Elizabeth a hard look. "Stay out of trouble."
Gritting her teeth, Elizabeth muttered her thanks, (she was then scolded for not talking loud enough) and went up to her room and into her closet. Pushing past a few small boxes, she dragged out a large chest and produced a key from a drawer which she opened the chest with. Setting the key aside, she lifted the lid of the trunk.
Inside the trunk were bundles of clothes and apparel; breeches, vests, knee-high suede boots, white cotton shirts, as well as a belts and a coat. Smiling, she kneeled down and withdrew the black boots, along with a shirt, black breeches, and a vest. She had discreetly bought these a few years ago when she had begun teaching Will how to handle a sword for it was nigh impossible to swordfight with a dress on. Setting the clothes aside, she moved to close the chest, but a flash of black and gold caught her eyes. Hesitantly, she brushed a few pieces of clothing aside, and pulled out the very last, (and the heaviest) clothing from the box.
It was the Chinese garb she had worn a little less than nine years ago.
Lifting the clothing from the box, she laid it across her lap, smoothing the wrinkles from it, her fingers tracing the slightly faded gold patterns sewn into it. She fingered the strong scales that spread from shoulder to shoulder, dipping to the middle of the chest. Memories rushed to her at such a quick rate, she felt herself slightly dizzy.
The battle with the East India Trading Company; she had fought them in this, made pirate history in this. The faint smell of salt, sweat, and something that only belonged out on sea lingered in the air, the aroma never completely leaving the garment, and Elizabeth found the smell comforting. Though the memories would tend to sadden her, she could not help but reminisce.
She had been married in this – married during the middle of a fierce battle in a dangerous yet enticingly beautiful maelstrom. Married to William Turner, who was bound to sail the seas for eternity, coming on land to see her only once every ten years. She still had one more year to wait for him, and the thought saddened her incredibly. How was she to live like this, seeing her husband only a few days throughout her life? The thought was unbearably cruel sounding. She could hardly last the first nine years by herself. Granted, she had William her son, but she also craved adult companionship too, something she could not gain from anyone in the blasted town.
Her hand rested on the center of the slightly scratchy clothing. She remembered the entire battle as if it did not happen years ago, but only days ago instead. She remembered the marriage on the deck of the Black Pearl, and then watching her husband die before her eyes, only minutes later on the Dutchman. Leaving his side was never a thought that registered into her mind at the time, but Jack Sparrow had made her, and it ultimately saved her life in the end. He had grabbed her, and together they flew off the Dutchman on a makeshift parachute, her arms wrapped around his waist, her head in his chest, watching as the Dutchman dipped below the water, her husband along with it. Her world had fallen apart at the moment, her heart torn in two. She could do nothing but try to find comfort in the man who saved her, the man who had chosen to save her, even after she had sent him to his own death.
She had always known him to be a good man, and he had countless times, proven her right.
A knocking at the door startled her, and she jumped to her feet, throwing the Chinese garb in the chest, though to her relief, it was only Will.
"Are you ready yet?" he asked impatiently.
Shutting the chest, Elizabeth grabbed her clothes and set them on the bed. "I'll be out in a few minutes."
After stealthily sneaking out of the house without being seen, Elizabeth and Will walked down a long set of muddy paths, long coats concealing the sword attached to their waists and for Elizabeth, covering the un-ladylike clothes she was clad in. She also had a leather bag strapped to her back, for carrying lunch and some flasks of water, as well as a few coins. They past few people, for they were walking on the outskirts of the town, following a dirt path through a plateau where they would then meet a slightly steep and rocky hill. Will trotted ahead of Elizabeth, a smile never leaving his face, even when he did, by accident, fall into a pile of hard snow. If it were any other child, she would have grown suspicious of the behavior, but Will was Will; you were always suspicious around him, no matter how he acted.
The cold air lashed at their cheeks, causing them to redden and their noses to grow runny, but the two trudged onward, both looking forward to the day for different reasons; Elizabeth was excited to get out of the house and do something exhilarating, while Will was ecstatic to see Jack again and watch how his mother would react to his sudden and startling appearance.
"Mum," Will asked, jumping over a few rocks, "Tell me what Jack Sparrow was like."
His mother glanced at him, and looked back down, watching her footing carefully, her slightly heavy breath coming out in cold wisps of air. "You know Will; I've explained him countless times."
"Yes, but I want to hear about him again," he persisted. "Please?"
Giving a small sigh, Elizabeth pulled her coat closer to herself. "He's Jack Sparrow; daft, yet also clever, I must say. You never know if he's on your side or not, and he'll do whatever it takes to get what he wants." She stopped, and Will had noticed her voice begin to sound gloomy. "He loves the sea, the Black Pearl, and freedom." She gave a small laugh. "And he's saved me countless times. He's a good man."
Her son thought for a moment. "Do you miss him?"
Elizabeth was silent for a long while; the only sound audible was the crashing of the waves against the nearby shore. Her son waited patiently, finding her silence interesting; what would it be like when she saw him again today? Would she be happy, or upset? After a long while in deep thought himself, she answered his question.
"Yes, I do."
Her voice held a tone to him that was unfamiliar, but he did not press the subject, merely nodding his head and saying, "Oh."
The remainder of their trip to the caves took no more than fifteen minutes. Will fell a few times on the way down the rocky almost cliff-like hill, but he made it down with only a few scratched knees and small cut on his hand. His mother suppressed laughs at his falls, but he knew she found it deeply amusing. When they had finally made it to the bottom of the hill and onto the sandy rocky beach, they were both out of breath, panting heavily.
"How long has it been since we last came here?" Elizabeth asked, her voice breathless.
Will shrugged his shoulders, reaching into the bag his mother had brought and pulled out a flask full of water. He drank some, and then offered it to Elizabeth who accepted gratefully.
After a short break, Will cleared his throat. "Let's keep going."
And so the two continued onward slowly, stepping carefully over rock crevices that could surely twist one of their ankles if not careful. No one was this far down the shore; they were at least half a mile from the main coast of Plymouth, the only creatures to keep them company being the various sea birds that flew over head, some landing nearby, waiting hopefully for a piece of bread. Will attempted to chase a few, but he only managed to get his foot stuck in hole his mother had to pull him out of.
Will was almost beginning to think they had gotten lost, when he peeked around an outcrop of rocks and saw it; the gaping mouth to a large uninhabited cave, wide enough to fit at least a hundred people, maybe even more. A grin broke out on his face, and he quickly ran ahead, faintly hearing the shouts of his mother's warnings that he might fall. Ignoring them, he went to the entrance of the cave, poking his head in, his eyes eagerly searching the darkness.
Nothing.
His grin twitched, but he strolled in nevertheless. Jack was probably on his way - he had most likely just found Will's sketchy map hard to read. His hand at his waist, Will turned around and faced his mother, who was walking into the mouth of the cave. Grinning, the boy withdrew his new sword and twirled it a bit, enjoying how comfortable it felt.
Setting her bag down, Elizabeth removed a few pieces of flint, and walked by a large pile of wood they had gathered together a few months ago. She chose a few sticks and made a small pile of them, and then striked the flint together, creating sparks. After a few tries, a spark flew onto the wood, and gradually grew into a fire; it was small enough to be unnoticeable, yet large enough to radiate a noticeable amount of heat. Grinning, she stepped away and faced her son.
"Ready Will?" she asked, unsheathing her own sword and observing it.
"Aye, King Turner," he taunted in return, his head flashing over his shoulder distractedly.
The two smirked, and began to circle each other, both contemplating their 'enemies' first move.
Will lunged forward first, and the battle had begun.
They danced around each other, lunging, parrying, and thrusting everywhere, trying to disarm their opponent. Their movements could be called somewhat similar, for Elizabeth had taught Will everything she knew, but they each had their own strategy and technique that could be noticeably different at times; Elizabeth tended to be more on the patient side, her movements calculated and thought-out, while Will was more impulsive, everywhere at once, though also clever, using his surroundings to aid him.
Will could not help throwing glances over his shoulder every so often, something his mother had notice him do with unease. He almost seemed to be waiting for something, or even someone, and she began to grow slightly anxious.
"What's wrong?" she asked, easily parrying a blow.
"Nothing!" was his reply, along with a loud clang as their swords met together.
Their practice lasted a while, neither of the two getting the upper hand. Will began to tire, his hopes of Jack coming dwindling as well his energy. He supposed he should not have been too surprised; after all, he was a pirate. Keeping promises to anyone, especially children, was not something they did, but he could not help but feel disappointed; he had grown a bond with the pirate in a mere hour, and the thought of not seeing him again made him considerably upset.
Elizabeth had begun backing Will towards the rear of the cave, her lashes coming more forceful then before; while Will had used his energy in the beginning to attempt to defeat her quickly, she had conserved hers, playing defensive. She was not fighting her hardest, for even though Will was good, and a quick learner, he could not best her if she were to give it everything she had. Although she had begun to grow tired, her muscles aching for rest, she knew that Will would not stop until someone was victorious, and knowing this, she decided to end their practice for a bit.
With ease, she thrust her own cutlass forward, and knocking it to the side of Will's, catching him by surprise. She smirked and pushed upward, sending his blade to the ground with a clang, the tip of her sword flying to his chest. His mouth hung open, and his hands flew up in the air with defeat.
Elizabeth laughed, pulling the weapon from his chest and sheathing it, ready to commend him on his improvement.
"Well love, I must say I'm impressed; besting a child in the art of sword fighting is quite imposing for the infamous King Swann."
The words echoed throughout the cavern until they became nothing more than history on the stone walls. Elizabeth froze, her entire body straightening at the sound, her heart seeming to have stopped all together; that voice – it sounded all too familiar.
After a gruelingly long minute, Will and Elizabeth's heads turned and looked simultaneously towards the source of the voice, Will's brightening with a grin as he cried out, "Jack!" Quickly, he jumped up and ran past his mother over to the pirate.
Patting Will on the shoulder, Jack greeted, "Long time no see mate."
"I thought you weren't going to come," he admitted sheepishly.
"I'm a man of me word boy; rest assured, it only took me a tad longer than aspired to get here because I happened to ah, misplace a rather important map I was given not too long ago."
Will made a face. "You lost it."
Jack grinned. "I made it here, didn't I?" Lifting his head from Will, he looked at Elizabeth whose hand had been brought to her mouth in shock.
"Why hello love," he cooed with a gold grin, leaning casually on the entrance of the cave. "Fancy seeing you here, and all that."
Elizabeth took her hand away from her mouth, trying to find something to say, but she only managed to stand there, too stunned to form anything close to words in her mind. Jack…
Pealing himself from the wall, he swaggered towards her, his eyes raking up and down her body quickly, until resting finally on her rich brown eyes. Pausing a few feet from her, his bottom lip started to push forward into a pout when she remained silent.
"What?" he questioned, "No 'Oh hello Jack, how have you been? I haven't seen you for years, et cetera, et cetera'?"
Somehow finding her voice, Elizabeth breathed in deeply to steady herself and said, "Yes, I have not seen you for years; almost nine years, Jack."
He grinned at the sound of his name coming from her mouth; the way she said it, with a hard 'ck' at the end almost made it appear as if she were upset at him. "Far too long of a time for ones such as ourselves to not visit one another, being the old pals we are," he replied with an agreeing shake of his head. "Long enough for you to have chosen to join back into a world of prim and proper nonsense, as it were." His grin grew as her eyes narrowed to two dark slits, flashing with anger; his teasing had worked.
"You know nothing of what I've been through these past years," she growled, her eyes glancing at Will who looked at her strangely. "Trying to raise a child on ones own is not a simple task Jack, and I needed all the help I could get, even if that meant… retying knots that had once been undone." She held his gaze firmly, her lips pressed together. Her frustration had won over her shock, her mind finally comprehending that Jack Sparrow was standing right in front of her. "This was the only place I could go to," she added her tone softening slightly. "If I had returned to Port Royal, I would have surely faced the gallows."
"There was always Shipwreck Cove," Jack pointed out.
Elizabeth scoffed. "Barely a place to raise a child, Jack."
"I was raised there love." He frowned.
"Hardly surprising."
Will observed as Jack and his mother bantered on. Though Elizabeth's chin stuck out proudly, her face hard as she scoffed at Jack, Will could sense the change in mood was a good thing, for she was slowly sinking back into her old self that she had tried to cover up when she moved back to England. Jack stood with ease, his eyes that seemed darker then the night before boring into Elizabeth, a smirk hovering over his lips. The two appeared to have taken a on a different persona in the presence of each other; Will's mother was cautious, a thick shell around her, while Jack was more teasing, provoking Elizabeth as much as he could.
Will's attention was brought back to the conversation when Elizabeth sighed. "It was not safe for you to come here; there's wanted signs all throughout England with your name on them."
Jack appeared unaffected by the could-be life threatening news. "I'm wanted all over love, by men and woman alike; everyone wants the dashing Captain Jack Sparrow in their arms."
"Jack." She gave him a firm look, her arms crossing over her chest. "You should not have come here."
Though seeing him in front of her had lifted her spirits considerably, a part of her in the back of her mind told her that it was not safe for her to be in the presence of him too long; he could corrupt her and her promise to Will.
"Could not be helped." His playful tone turned serious. "Curiosity seems to have brought me back to something I ran from, and this time I'm not running from it." He looked at her with sincere eyes. "Count on that Elizabeth."
Her eyes cast a side-long glance at Will. "Where's the Pearl?" she inquired, her tone shifting along with the topic.
Frowning slightly, he answered, "Docked further down."
"You said we could go see it, didn't you Jack?" Will intervened, his voice hopeful.
Taking his eyes off Elizabeth, Jack looked down at the boy. "Aye son." He glanced at Elizabeth. "That is, if your dear mum approves, which I see no reason for her not to."
Will turned to his mother, his eyes wide and hopeful. Not having the heart to say no, Elizabeth agreed, and told him they would see it in a day or two. She found herself eager to see the Pearl again, and her face broke out into a grin. Her son then persisted to beg Jack to practice with him. He agreed, and Elizabeth sat down to observe, poking at her tiny fire.
"So lad." Jack removed his hat and tossed it at Elizabeth whom caught it in surprise. He flashed her a gold and ivory grin. "What has your mum taught you so far?"
Almost timidly, Will showed the pirate a variety of tricks and moves. Jack appeared to listen with interest, nodding and agreeing, commending the child when deserved. Will beamed when praised, a smile never leaving his face. Elizabeth felt her heart warm, watching the two; she had never imagined Jack being good with children, but she was wrong. He was patient, fixing Will's stance or pointing out hints that would aid him. Soon, the two where clanging away at each other slowly, both having shed their jackets even though it was freezing inside the cavern. Elizabeth draped them over herself, trying to ignore the exotic aroma that accompanied Jack's coat.
It was certainly a new experience for Will, she had concluded. He had never had an older male figure in his life; it was always him and her. Though she cherished the time spent with him, Elizabeth knew that her son would always lack a father figure, for his own father would only see him a few days throughout his life. Watching the two with a half-hearted grin, she drew the coats closer to herself.
Perhaps Jack could be a type of role model for him. Well, except for the excessive drinking and the fact that he hardly abided by the law.
But she shook her head. He must leave.
After what must have been two hours of continuous practice, both Jack and Will sat by down, taking the bread and cheese Elizabeth offered.
"Got a smart pirate lad there Lizzie," Jack commented, pulling out a flask that most likely contained rum and taking a large swig of it.
Elizabeth took a bite of the bread. "It does run in his blood."
Jack offered the flask to her who looked at it incredulously.
"Do you always have a spot of that vile drink on you?"
He grinned. "Tis a stipulation love." Throwing a piece of cheese in his mouth, he added, "You shouldn't turn it down; I only carry me best rum on me." He shook the flask in front of her as if to change her mind, though pulled it back with the look he received.
A minute passed by in silence.
"So Jack," Elizabeth began, handing back him and Will's coats, "did you ever discover the Fountain of Youth and gain immortality?"
He froze for a moment, and then quickly glanced at her. "That adventure was delayed, to me and the crew's great regret." His tone held obvious reluctance to answer.
"How?" Will wanted to know.
Jack frowned at the pair, answering with hesitance, "I was in search of something else, as it were."
"You were?" Elizabeth asked, slightly confused. "What?"
His nose twitched. "A ship."
It took a moment for Elizabeth to understand, and once she did, she exclaimed, "Oh Jack, please do not tell me you lost the Pearl again."
Unable to control himself, Will broke out into a fit a giggles when he saw the stubborn look on Jack's face, while Elizabeth covered her mouth to conceal a smile.
"Ha bloody ha-ha," he muttered sarcastically. "Are you both done yet?"
When Will's laughing ceased, and Elizabeth could manage to look at Jack with utmost sincerity, she asked, "Jack, how did you manage that?"
"It was not my fault," he said defensively. "I went into Tortuga to take care of some ah, business," –he looked at Elizabeth and gave her a smirk- "and left the ship's care in the hands of Gibbs." His smirk fell. "When I came back, I discovered that Gibbs had drunk himself into oblivion, and that while he was intoxicated, that perfidious, feculent, cretin Barbossa had sailed off with my ship…" It sounded as if he was going to continue, but he stopped.
"Again," Elizabeth added.
With a roll of his eyes, he muttered, "Aye, again."
Will waited for Jack to continue, but when he didn't, he pressed, "How did you get it back?"
"That my boy," Jack answered, "is another tale for another day."
Before Will could plead, Jack looked at Elizabeth with an innocent grin. "What say you Lizzie, to a little practice of our own, eh? I promise I won't be rough." His grin grew, his eyes gleaming roguishly.
Immediately abandoning his idea on begging Jack to tell the story, Will turned to his mother and grinned. "Oh please say yes; I've never seen you swordfight with anyone before."
As the meaning of Jack's last comment registered, Elizabeth blushed furiously, standing up and unsheathing her sword with steely eyes. "I would be concerned with going too easy on me Captain," she growled, her eyes following him as he righted himself and drew his sword, "for even though I've only had Will for my practice, I have improved."
"Of course love," Jack purred in a velvety low tone.
And then it began.
If watching Elizabeth and her son practice was interesting to an observer, it was nothing compared to watching her and Jack have a go at one another; Elizabeth had immediately lunged foreword, her anger showing through her rough and quick motions. Finding her fury to be anything but surprising, Jack blocked with ease, though realized only within moments of the 'battle' that he might actually have to use some effort to defeat her; she had not been lying. She had gotten quite better.
Will stood well away from the flashing blades, retreating to the far side of the cave and watching in awe. Never had he seen anyone swordfight before, and what was happening in front of him at that moment was incredible! Jack Sparrow and Elizabeth Turner, both pirate legends, interlocked in a fierce battle for both the bragging rights, and the pride of being victorious, neither wanting to be the first to give up. His mother had a determined look carved into her face, her mouth set in a straight line and her eyes filled with concentration as she parried and blocked, while Jack appeared to be moving effortlessly, a mischievous grin never leaving his lips.
Elizabeth could not recall the last time she had ever had a true swordfight with someone equal in skill, or even better. Her muscles began to ache far sooner then she would have liked, her movements becoming slower as the battle dragged on. She could her Will's faint cheers behind the loud clashing of the swords, rooting both her and Jack on, apparently unsure of he would like to see win more. She silently admired the leisurely way Jack moved, however began to hate it too, knowing that her fatigue was beginning to show while it appeared he had not even broken a sweat. The temperature in the cavern seemed to have risen dramatically as the skirmish continued, both fighters now beginning to sweat.
"Tired yet love?" Jack taunted as he blocked a blow that would have surely cut into his upper arm.
Elizabeth snorted in response, dodging his blade swiftly. She pushed herself in her mind, silently cheering nonsensical praises to herself each time she did something correct, and condemning herself when she did something wrong. She had to win. She refused to let Jack be triumphant.
Finding an open spot, Elizabeth grinned gleefully, quickly sliding foreword to place the flat of he sword on Jack's throat. Before she could comprehend what was happening however, she felt the inside of her foot catch something and she was sent flying toward the ground, something cold landing on her neck. Rolling onto her back, she found Jack standing over her with a mischievous smirk that she surely would have smacked right off his face if she were standing.
Taking the cutlass away from her neck, he offered a hand. "Touché, Miss. Swann."
Scowling at him, Elizabeth swatted his hand away and pushed herself up. Her eyes darting up and down him quickly, she realized he had purposely tripped her. "You cheated!"
"Pirate," was his reply, his eyes laughing at her indignant look.
Even though she knew he was teasing her, her tongue seemed to turn to mush suddenly, her heart fracturing; was that not the last word he had said to her when she left him for the kraken? Not wanting to show how he had unconsciously stirred up old painful memories, she swallowed quickly, and managed to say, "I believed that we were going to have an honest fight here, even with our- your blackened heart."
Making a tsk sound Jack shook his head. "Ah Lizzie, your heart is just as blackened and filled with the liability of performing dreadful deeds as much as mine or any other scoundrel pirate's is. The opportunity to deceive me was open, yet you choose not to use it, while I, on the other hand, took full advantage of it."
Elizabeth pursed her lips. "I plan on teaching my son the right and respectful way to win his battles, Captain Sparrow, not how to con his way into succeeding," she said with a hard tone, her eyes glued to his.
"Conning is such a blunt way to look at it love," Jack told her. "I prefer to look at it as taking advantage of other's imprudent actions."
Before Elizabeth could retort some rude comment back to him, Will appeared between the two, his bright eyes looking up at the two adults.
"That was amazing!" he declared, throwing his hands in the air for extra emphasize. "You must do that again."
Shooting a glance at Jack, Elizabeth looked over her shoulder, noticing the sun setting rather quickly. "Perhaps another time Will; we should be heading back."
Will made a whine of protest.
"Don't worry lad," Jack said with a reassuring tone. "Come here tomorrow roughly around the same time as today, and I shall take you and your mum to the Pearl."
Both son and mother turned to Jack. "Really?"
Obviously amused, the pirate nodded to confirm the idea.
"That alright with you love?" he asked Elizabeth.
She looked at him with surprise. "Of course," she said, placing a hand on Will's shoulder.
The three stood for a moment grinning, until Jack looked over Elizabeth's shoulder and pointed. "Best put that out."
After dowsing the fire with some water and packing their bags, Elizabeth, Will, and Jack stepped out of the cave and into the cool windy air. The waves crashed against the shore noisily, and wind howled at their backs; Will shivered and stood close to his mother, noticing with a frown that a few white flakes were drifting from the sky.
"M'heading off love," Jack almost yelled, trying to be heard above the noise. "Tomorrow then?" He held out a hand.
Glancing down at his hand, she took it, nodding her head. "Tomorrow."
She tried to pull her arm away from him, but he held strong, lifting her hand to his mouth and leaving a quick kiss on her knuckles, before letting go and flourishing an over-exaggerate bow. "Your highness." And with that, he turned and swaggered away.
Elizabeth stood for a moment in shock, Will giggling slightly. Feeling her cheeks warm, Elizabeth took her son's hand and began to lead them back home, muttering something about getting home before the weather worsened.
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