Chapter Nine

Let The Tears Fall

ELIZABETH'S POV

I layed down in my bed hours after I had received my child's first gift. I had placed the teddy bear on the small table beside my bed. I smiled as I stared at it. The bear made me think of my dear, sweet Will and even my sweet father. How I missed them both. My tears began to fall down my face thinking of the two most important men in my life. If it wasn't for the bloody earthquake or even the tidal wave, I would still be with Will. If it wasn't for that scum Lord Cutler Beckett, I'd still have my father. I still remember the last day I saw my father. He had been murdered and I saw his soul floating in a boat. He mentioned that he was proud of me and that he'd give Mum my love.

I reached for the teddy bear and pulled the fuzzy brown fluff against my chest. I held it tight for comfort. Now I wasn't just crying for my husand or my father. I was now crying for my mother. Both my parents were gone. In my mind, I was an orphan. The only person left was William. But even right now he wasn't here for me. I know that he was probably out searching for me in the Caribbean or even Port Royal.

"Papa... Mama..." I cried. I hadn't refered to either of them as 'papa' and 'mama' since I was a very young child. It surprised me when I did now. "I wish you two were here with me. Will and I got married by Captain Barbossa and now we're expecting a child. I've thought about naming a son Weatherby after you, Papa... but I know you wouldn't wish that name upon anyone. Especially your own flesh and blood." I took a deep breath and kissed the bear I held in my arms. "If you both can hear me, I love you and miss you. Mama, I know you'd adore Will like I do. He may be a blacksmith but he does his best to take care of me. He risked his life for me, Mama. And Papa, Will misses you too."

WILL'S POV

I stood behind the wheel, steering the Black Pearl while Jack and Barbossa rested for a bit. I stared out into the locker, sighing. I looked over at Ragetti and Pintel. The two were searching for Ragetti's newly carved wooden eye once again. I whistled for the two to come over to me. "What can I do for you?" Pintel asked. Ragetti was busy cleaning off his eye. I grimaced as he placed it back into his eye socket. "Steer the Pearl for a bit, will you? I need to think," I responded. The two pirates nodded. I handed the wheel over to Pintel and Ragetti. As I walked away I wondered if I did the right thing by leaving the ship in their hands.

I climbed my way up to the crow's nest of the Black Pearl and took a seat. I soon found myself staring up into the star filled sky. Elizabeth and I would sometimes sneak away together to go lay on the beach and look at the stars. We always tried to pick out certain constellations. I rubbed my eyes of it's tears and then rubbed them again when I thought I saw a familiar ship. I raised an eyebrow and stood. "It couldn't be... could it?" I asked myself. It was. It was my father and the Flying Dutchman. No doubt about it. He was ferrying more poor unfortunate souls to the other side. I smiled, hoping to see my father and almost like he had heard my thoughts, he was there before me. "Father?" I asked. I honestly wasn't sure if he was real or not. He nodded and I went to hug him. I hugged him tightly, letting more tears fall down my face.

"I heard of Elizabeth," he told me as he hugged me back. I pulled away, looking into the eyes that were also mine. "She's alive, Will. I know she is." I shook my head. My father pulled me back into a hug. "I'll keep watch for her and if I see her with all those souls you'll be the first to know, Will," my father said. "I knew you were in need of someone other than Jack and Barbossa. I hope I'm good enough." I looked at my father, William "Bootstrap Bill" Turner. I barely knew him yet he was one of the best men I knew. I nodded to him just before he left to go back to the Flying Dutchman. After he had gone, I whispered, "Thanks... Dad." I took my place back on the floor of the Crow's Nest. I soon fell asleep there, tears running down my tan face.

(A/N: The next part is no one's POV just so you know!)

Jack walked down below the main cabin, heading to his cabin when he saw AnaMaria sitting in his room. He entered, surprised at how beautiful she looked with the soft glow of a candle hitting her dark skin. "What can I do for ye, AnaMaria?" Jack asked as he took a sip of his rum. The female pirate looked up at Jack, obviously startled. She looked as if she had been crying. "I'm beginning to think that we're never going to find Elizabeth, Jack," AnaMaria stated. Jack pulled up a chair and sat across from AnaMaria. He took another swig of his rum before setting it down.

"I know, love," he said. "Barbossa and I feel the same way but we can't lose hope. Elizabeth's out there. Wherever that is. We all have to be strong for Will. Right now, we're his family." AnaMaria smirked as she said, "I didn't think ye had such a heart, Cap'n Jack Sparrow." Jack placed his hand over his heart as if he was in shock and hurt. "Me? Have no heart? AnaMaria, I be shocked!" Jack exclaimed. This managed to get a laugh out of AnaMaria. Soon, both AnaMaria and Jack were laughing so hard that tears were forming in their eyes. "We'll find Mrs. Turner," Jack said, placing a hand upon AnaMaria's. "Don't worry." AnaMaria nodded. The two pirates leaned closer to each other as they were about to kiss. AnaMaria smiled as she whispered, "I'm holding ye to that, Cap'n."


A/N: Ok! Here's Chapter Nine! I'm thinking about ending this story around chapter twelve or thirteen! Any ideas on how to get it to that point? Well enjoy!