Chapter Three - What Do You Want?

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Little William Turner threw off his dirty boots and sat at the wooden table, ready for his breakfast. He looked up at his mother with excitement in his eyes. A real-life pirate was in his house and he couldn't wait to meet him!

"Mam, where has the pirate gone?"

"Elbows off the table, William," Elizabeth scolded as she placed the steaming bowl of porridge in front of him.

The boy did as he was told. Porridge was not his favourite but he was hungry, and consequently began spooning the mush into his mouth. The sooner he ate it, the sooner he could go play. Elizabeth took her seat at the table and poured milk into her camomile tea. She stirred it absentmindedly. So much was on her mind, nibbling at her bit by bit. Breakfast was not an option for her nauseated stomach. Her world as she knew it could be over. What if Will comes back and their son tells his father all about the first time he met a pirate in the most unusual of places?

"Is he my father?" William asked, wide-eyed. "He has come for me hasn't he?"

Elizabeth placed her mug on the table a little louder than intended.

"William, there is something we need to talk about," Elizabeth began sternly. A conversation they'd had many times.

"Oh, so he's not my father then," he sighed.

"Your father will come to see you, don't you ever doubt that," Elizabeth promised - more to herself than to her son. She missed Will so much that the time felt like forever. His absence was not only affecting her, but little William Turner also. It broke her heart every time he asked of his long lost father.

"May I be excused?" asked William politely. "I want to find the pirate!"

Elizabeth glanced down at the uneaten porridge left in his bowl, a sign that he was eager to go outside.

"Of course," she replied.

And before she knew it, her son was racing for the front door in high spirits.


"Is it gone, love?" Captain Jack Sparrow peeked out from behind the bedroom door.

Elizabeth spun around. "I beg your pardon?"

"It. The little whelp. Is it gone?"

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "He is my son, Jack. I do not appreciate you speaking about him in that manner."

"Oh." Jack paused for a moment. "Well, is it gone?"

"Yes, William is playing outside."

"Ah, good."

With that, Jack emerged from the bedroom and made himself at home on her corner chair, resting his feet on a small table. "So ye named it after the whelp," he mumbled.

Elizabeth frowned at him. He was incapable of manners far beyond reform. How she tolerated him so, she couldn't understand.

"Jack, why did you come here?"

"As I said, love. The Pearl is gone. Simple enough for ye?"

" No, Jack. You think you can come here and, and…" Elizabeth couldn't find the right words.

"Why not? Ye are a great host to be sure. Elizabeth, had I have known I would be entitled to such endeavours, I'd have come much sooner," Jack flashed his golden smile.

"Jack, stop. Last night should not have happened. Will is going to be here in two years. Not only that but my son thought you were his father…"

"Ugh," Jack screwed up his face, disgusted with the thought.

Elizabeth could barely say the words. "You need to leave. I don't want you to complicate things more than they already are."

"Ye know, I think it may be too late, love."

It was silent for what seemed to be an eternity. Elizabeth knew what was best for her and her son - Jack had to go.

Jack rested his head against the cushioned chair, concocting another flighty plan. One that will most likely cause trouble, no doubt.

"I have a brilliant idea! What say you and I leave this place. We'll commandeer a ship just for old time's sake and rescue the Pearl, eh? What do you say to that?"

"I'm not leaving my son, Jack," Elizabeth said.

"Ah, forget about the little whelp for a second… What do you want?"


To Be Continued...