sorry I was on vacaction i left you all hanging!!
putting the most i can up b4 i got to italy for 10 days!
anyways a few things to remember...
up IS down
the rum is always gone
Jack is captain of the Black Pearl
and...
MY PEANUT!
read on!
"Miss Landes has more to her than you know," Will said.
"She a sea goddess too," Bootstrap asked referring to his son's encounter with the former Tia Dalma.
"No literally, her name is Qwin, Qwin Turner," Will stated. Bootstrap stared in shock at his son. He heard the story about his granddaughter five years ago, last time his son saw his wife.
"How did you find this out," Bootstrap asked.
"When Calypso visited last, she warned me that I cannot have any one of my family on board, unless they are one of the crew," the captain told his first mate.
"Yeh found out the hard way," Bootstrap stated. Will nodded.
"Nothing that ever happened to her is your fault William, did you giver her a new letter for Elizabeth?" Will nodded again.
"You'll have to wait five years to see her again, that's a deep shame son," Bootstrap said, "she'll be safely with her mother in Singapore." Will knew his daughter was bound to where she belonged, not on his ship.
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The Black Pearl
Qwin stood looking at the ocean. She felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her wais and kiss her shoulder. Qwin turned her head and her lips met with Greg's.
"I don't ever want to leave you," Qwin muttered into Greg's chest.
"It'll be alright," Greg told her pulling her into an embrace.
"We pull into Singapore tomorrow morning," Qwin said when tears began to flow freely down her face.
"It's going to be alright," he whispered.
"I love you Greg," Qwin said.
"I love you too," he replied before kissing her again. Due to Qwin's near departure, Greg moved his room to across from Qwin's. They hugged and went off to sleep. Qwin had now successfully overcome her fear of the sea and could fall asleep from the soothing waves. The only thing that still bothered her was dreams she would have. Qwin found herself in the midst of a very common one…
Qwin's Dream
A woman lay below deck of a vessel that seemed very familiar to Qwin. Although she was there, not one person around noted her presence. Everything seemed to be in a haze and she couldn't make out the features of people's faces. The unknown woman screamed and a man with curly grey-blonde hair exclaimed, "It's a girl!" The woman, curly haired man and a dark haired man mumbled amongst themselves for a while and something in one of the man's hands was handed to the woman. Like always in the dream, sound would cut out and the woman was left lips moving but no sound. Qwin knew all to well what was in the woman's hands by now. She held a small baby in her arms and continued to beam at its sheer existence. Qwin didn't know why this frightened her so much, to anyone it would never seem as it were a nightmare.
Qwin bolted straight up in her hammock which caused her to flip over and land on the floor with a crash. Greg opened the door and found Qwin huddled on the floor shaking.
"Qwin," he yelled holding her face in his hands.
"It's nothing she replied, "Don't leave."
"I won't," he promised. Qwin spent the whole night in Greg's arms dreading the moment he'll let go.
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Singapore
Bad dreams seemed to be amidst all around Singapore, as well as in it. Elizabeth lay asleep while a common dream tormented her…
Elizabeth's Dream
A younger Elizabeth stood overlooking the ocean holding something in her arms. A tiny baby with wide dark blue eyes and light brown hair pulled on Elizabeth's long blonde hair. A few months pass… The baby now has medium brown hair and brown eyes. Elizabeth holds the baby as she sat below deck of a ship writing something. More weeks go by… In the same room below deck a crying was heard from inside. To anyone aboard the Empress, the crying had to be coming from the only infant onboard, but it was surprisingly coming from its captain. Elizabeth brushed tears from her eyes and looked at the baby. Her hair was now a dark brown almost black, which matched her eyes. The little one opened her mouth to show two teeth and a wide smile. FLASH! Lightning, rain pelts the ground as Elizabeth walked across a lawn.
Elizabeth sat up in fright. "No," she yelled louder than she expected.
"Mother," Willy said into the door.
"It's alright Willy, come in," Elizabeth told him. Willy came in and sat on his mother's bed.
"Oh Willy," she sighed hugging her son. Willy looked up at Elizabeth. She looked at him. Although he had blonde hair and rather light brown eyes she could see the face of the little baby she remembered from fifteen years ago, she also pictured someone else.
"Your father, was an amazing person," Elizabeth began.
"Father," Willy stammered.
"I never told you why he isn't here with us," she said. "Your father is captain of the Flying Dutchman."
"My father is Davy Jones," Willy asked in shock.
"No, your father's name is William, just like you," Elizabeth explained.
"I'm named after him," he questioned.
"As well as your Grandfather too," Elizabeth continued.
"Is there a story about them," Willy inquired.
"I'd love to tell their story," Elizabeth said putting her arm around her son.