A/N It is my summer hols now so I'm going to relax. I am going to start my first day at college in six weeks. So this is my 10th chapter, yeah! Sorry about the sudden time lapse, it's only to make it more upsetting for Elizabeth, but I'll refresh your memory at the end of the chapter. It's been manic the past couple of days, first the prom, then the end of Hastings.

Chapter 10: Bon Voyage, Mr Turner

Elizabeth is eight and three quarter months pregnant

"Mummy, Rhianna's done a poo in her nappy" Jack pinched his button nose as he ran into the kitchen. "Jack, I'll sort it out in a moment, I have washing to clean, beds to make, dishes to scrub. A mother never rests for there is work to be done" Elizabeth wiped her dirty hands on her apron. Will entered, wielding a pale of water. "Where'd you want this?" Elizabeth pointed towards the empty table dominating the kitchen. Jack tugged on his mother's robe impatiently. "Jack, I told you one minute" Elizabeth bent down to confront her son, she grasped his hands softly. "Jack, I haven't done a poo" Will carried a giggling Rhianna under his arm and stood her on an empty chair. The door banged suddenly as Will embraced his wife's prominent stomach gently. "Coming!" He marched into the foyer proudly.

"A summons for one Mr Turner to the court of his majesty, King George I" Will's eyes widened as the messenger slipped the letter marked with the royal seal into his sweaty palm. "Thank you, kind sir" Will slammed the door behind in amazement. Elizabeth dashed through from the kitchen and opened her arms ready for her husband's warm embrace. "What happened, who was at the door?" Will ripped open the letter and unfolded the creased note.

"Dear Mr William Turner,

You are cordially invited to attend the court of HM King George I. His majesty requests a audience with you to display your skills as a blacksmith. If your work is supremely adequate, you shall be in line for an occupation as his majesty's chief blacksmith.

I hope you'll be willing to set sail for England in a week from now. It is of my saddest regret that you shall be only able to travel alone, no relative can accompany you on this voyage.

Kindest regards,

HM head of security,

Charles Thorn-Barstone"

Will smiled jovially as Elizabeth took the letter from his hands. She recited the words in perfect articulation. "But...no it doesn't matter" Will placed his warm hands on her curvaceous waist. "What is it?" Elizabeth grinned sullenly as she folded the note up. "You're not allowed to be accompanied by a relative on your journey, Will. And I'm 8 months pregnant, your children need you" Elizabeth pushed Rhianna and Jack towards their father. Will bent down to face his children and hugged them tightly. "I want to stay with you, Jack, little Rhianna and the baby" Will stroked Elizabeth's stomach softly with his warm palm. "No, Will, you have to go. It could be good for you. It says if your work is adequate" She leant across his broad shoulder and sighed deeply. Rhianna rubbed her fingers along her father's cheek. "Daddy, I love you" Will rocked his daughter back and forth comfortingly. Elizabeth looked on, tears cascading down her flushed face. "What's ails you, Elizabeth?" She could not stay strong any longer, Elizabeth broke down in a flood of tears, collapsed on the long couch and cupped her face in her trembling hands. "I can't help but wonder what would happen if you were to get the job, we'd have to move to England, where we would have to start life anewI just can't face that again" Will nodded understandingly, resting his hands on hers. "I promise I will come back to you, maybe I could do some work here and get it shipped off to England" Elizabeth smiled brightly and leapt at him with open arms. Rhianna skipped mindlessly about the house. "Wait Anna" Elizabeth gathered her daughter up in her arms and blew raspberries her soft tummy. "Mummy, Jack says I smell" Elizabeth gave Jack a menacing look. "Jack, say sorry to your sister" He walked up to his sister sulkily and mumbled.

One week passed

"Elizabeth, don't start crying, we haven't even got to the docks yet" Will took the knapsack from his blubbering wife and caressed her cheek. Jack held up a bag up to Will and giggled fervidly. "Jack made you something for the journey, apple pastry" Will sniffed at the package and rubbed his stomach. "My favourite" Rhianna stumbled down the stairs with sheer enthusiasm. "Daddy, I...made...something" Rhianna handed Will a delicately braided reed bracelet, entwined intricately. "Oh it's beautiful" Will held out his wrist as Rhianna tied it round precisely. "Just like the one your mother made when we were twelve years old" Elizabeth tapped Jack on the shoulder as Will sat Rhianna on his knee. "Tell us the story, Daddy" Will sighed deeply. "Well your mother and I had been traipsing round the alleyways in Port Royal and we had decided to go down to the beach" Rhianna sat and listened intently. "Since I desisted your mother's attempt to braid my own hair, she tore some reeds and entwined them delicately" Will fingered the bracelet around his wrist as Elizabeth sat with Jack between her legs on the bottom step of the stairs. "Then I gave the bracelet to your father and proposed marriage, although we were but twelve years old. He laughed in my face" Elizabeth shot a look at Will as he smiled nervously.

Will kissed his family, each in turn. "So this is it then" Elizabeth laid her arms around his neck sadly. "I guess so...come back to us, Will" He pulled the knapsack from his back and returned the embrace. The Turners stood in line along the docks. Will felt his feet being pulled from underneath him as Jack and Rhianna tugged on his ankles. "Oi you two, now I want you to look after your mother and your new brother or sister, can you do that?" Jack and Rhianna saluted their 'captain' and grasped tightly onto their mother's hands. "When's Daddy coming back, Mummy?" Tears filled Elizabeth's reddened eyes. "I don't know, Darling" The children waved sadly at the distant ship that carried their father away from them.

As soon the children were settled in their beds, Elizabeth lay on the sofa, sobbing her heart out and clutching onto one of Will's shirts, that he'd forgotten to pack. Elizabeth wiped her tears away as the door was almost knocked off its hinges.

Elizabeth's jaw dropped as the great Captain Jack Sparrow marched into the lobby and offered her a bottle of rum. "Jack, what are you doing here?" Jack shrugged his shoulders unknowingly. "I have a proposition for you and Mr Turner, since the latter is not here, I shall be asking you" Elizabeth waved her arms in protest. "No, I can't. I have Jack and Anna to look after, anyway I have this one to think about, I'm 8 months gone and Will's gone off to the royal court of George I and I don't when he'll be back" She sat herself down as did Jack. Elizabeth sobbed loudly into Jack's dirty shirt as he patted her on the back unwillingly. "Don't worry, savvy" Jack smiled drunkenly, showing his golden teeth.

Meanwhile on the Aramathea...

Will sat sullenly on his makeshift bed, fingering the reeds of his bracelet. He shook the crumbs off his trousers and uncovered a letter, hiding in his knapsack.

"Dear Will,

I hope this letter finds you well, if you're wondering how on earth it got in your bag, I slipped it in when you were in the kitchen. Jack and Rhianna send their love. The little one is no doubt going to keep me from sleeping, but I shall excuse it as there is only a month to go. I love you so much, Will Turner, more than words can describe. Mrs Cartwright is coming tomorrow to check up on the baby. I wish you could be here by our side. Anyway I shall not deter you from your voyage any longer.

Yours truthfully,

Elizabeth"

Will folded the message up and slipped it back in the sack. 'My darlings, my sweet, little darlings' He sighed deeply, his head in his hands. Suddenly, the captain sauntered into the crowded room. "We ready to make berth, Mr Turner" Will hastily grabbed his belongings and ran up on deck.

Back in Port Royal...

"Jack, I can't come with you" Elizabeth led the captain to the door and handed him his 'effects' "Be seeing you around, lass" Jack cocked his hat and sauntered drunkenly down the steps. "What a man" Elizabeth stroked her bulging stomach and smiled to herself.

A/N The reason I added the time lapse is because if Elizabeth is heavily pregnant and Will has to go away then there is more of a chance that she could go into labour when he's absent. If you get my twisted logic say 'Aye' Hope you enjoyed it, just read and review!!