The Infamous Capitan
Authors Note- For this chapter, and some future ones, you're going to have to have some belief in the supernatural. Not the hardcore stuff, but you'll probably see what I'm talking about. I posted this chapter before Fanfiction's system would be down for that five hour period. That and I just got home from seeing the movie again and I really want to get this going. Enjoy!
Chapter Eleven
Night after night since Jack had left, Elizabeth would wake, panting in a cold sweat. Nightmares haunted her sleep, nightmares of Jack dying while he was at sea. And while Anamaria would say they were only dreams, Elizabeth thought different. This wasn't the first time it had happened, strange as it was. Will Turner was only a mere friend when she began having dreams about him as well.
He also died.
Months before she was kidnapped, then it was like someone mixed a dream world with reality...and he was gone. The biggest fear was, what if her dreams were once again prediction another death. Jack's death.
Even for a woman, Elizabeth hated always being right.
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It had been two months since Whisper had left port. Elizabeth was seven months into her pregnancy and wasn't very comfortable, but was very anxious. Thought she'd worry on end about Jack, whenever she saw the cradle in the spare bedroom that he had built (one of five before it was actually successful), she had a moment to believe that everything was going to be alright.
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Each day, Elizabeth would go out for a silent walk as though it had become a strong habit. The fresh air and crowds of towns people was more than enough to distract her troubled mind. But had she known of what would await her upon returning home, she would have stayed out for longer. Much longer.
Gibbs was sitting with Anamaria at the kitchen table when she emerged through the patio door, slightly stunned to see them, and their dull expressions.
" Did I miss something?".
Gibbs rose to his feet, " Elizabeth, perhaps you should sit down".
Her muscles stiffened, " that's not good, that's never good".
" Liz, keep in mind that nothing is for sure" Anamaria said.
Panic began to rise in her voice, " what's not for sure" she had no idea what they meant, " what's going on? For goodness sake, someone tell me!".
Gibbs ceased at urging her to sit down, " the Atlantis came into port today, a man named Patrick Ramous was aboard, said they crossed paths with the Whisper. And, there were only seventeen people aboard".
Her breath was emerging I pants, " what's so bad about that?" but she had a feeling she already knew the answer.
" There was eighteen when they left" Anamaria softly said, " and we believe, the one missing, is Jack".
The room around her began to spin, twirling into a collage of blurs and colors. Her head became light, cool sweat began seeping from the pores on her face, her breathing completely gone. The last thing she could remember was seeing Anamaria's face before her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she had passed out.
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Elizabeth was jolted awake. She looked around, all around here was complete, pure white. Like she was in an endless room, or a dream. A dream, that must have been it. That had to be it, for she could feel no pain.
The ground below her was solid, she was able to stand, and did so just fine. Frightened, she remained entirely still, but jumped when hearing footsteps that were not her own in some sort of echo.
Like magic, since there didn't seem to be a place to enter or exit, a voice spoke from behind her. That voice, the accent, she would know it anywhere. Slowly turning, her muscles ached, " Will" she gasped.
Sure enough, it was him. Unbelievable as it truly was, he was only a mere foot away from her. He looked just as he would if they had never left Port Royal and he was still working in Browns shop. If only things could be that way..
It was beyond obvious that this was only imaginative, but it felt so real at the same time. To think, just as her memory's picture was beginning to fade. " I-I can't believe its you".
" I'd never leave you Elizabeth, you know that" he weakly smiled, " you or the baby".
Her clammy hands automatically went to clenching her stomach, feeling her usually flat figure, " the baby" she cried, " what happened to the baby?".
" The baby is fine" Will assured her, " and you'll be a wonderful mother".
Tears were threatening in the back of her eyes, causing her voice to tremble slightly, " you'd be a better father, you really would Will".
His dark eyes sparkled, as though almost crying himself, " so will Jack" he said quietly, " he promised, both of us, that'd he'd always be with you".
" But he's..".
" It's like immortal pirates" he interrupted, making her curious if that was a metaphor, a warning, or both, " you have to see the proof to believe it's really true".
Elizabeth stepped towards him, reaching with her hand just to touch his face, but Will stepped out of her way, nearly causing her to scream, " why? Why can't I touch you?" she whimpered.
" You don't have to touch me Elizabeth, all you have to do, is remember I love you. And no matter what, I will always, always love you".
Tears leafed from her eyes and streamed down her cheeks, " please don't leave me, please!".
" I told you, I'm already there".
Another Authors Note- I'm not to sure how labor and delivery went back then, and things like that. So please bare with me on the next chapter. Too lazy to research, but that would be an interesting thing to type into a search engine.
Authors Note- For this chapter, and some future ones, you're going to have to have some belief in the supernatural. Not the hardcore stuff, but you'll probably see what I'm talking about. I posted this chapter before Fanfiction's system would be down for that five hour period. That and I just got home from seeing the movie again and I really want to get this going. Enjoy!
Chapter Eleven
Night after night since Jack had left, Elizabeth would wake, panting in a cold sweat. Nightmares haunted her sleep, nightmares of Jack dying while he was at sea. And while Anamaria would say they were only dreams, Elizabeth thought different. This wasn't the first time it had happened, strange as it was. Will Turner was only a mere friend when she began having dreams about him as well.
He also died.
Months before she was kidnapped, then it was like someone mixed a dream world with reality...and he was gone. The biggest fear was, what if her dreams were once again prediction another death. Jack's death.
Even for a woman, Elizabeth hated always being right.
#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#
It had been two months since Whisper had left port. Elizabeth was seven months into her pregnancy and wasn't very comfortable, but was very anxious. Thought she'd worry on end about Jack, whenever she saw the cradle in the spare bedroom that he had built (one of five before it was actually successful), she had a moment to believe that everything was going to be alright.
#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#
Each day, Elizabeth would go out for a silent walk as though it had become a strong habit. The fresh air and crowds of towns people was more than enough to distract her troubled mind. But had she known of what would await her upon returning home, she would have stayed out for longer. Much longer.
Gibbs was sitting with Anamaria at the kitchen table when she emerged through the patio door, slightly stunned to see them, and their dull expressions.
" Did I miss something?".
Gibbs rose to his feet, " Elizabeth, perhaps you should sit down".
Her muscles stiffened, " that's not good, that's never good".
" Liz, keep in mind that nothing is for sure" Anamaria said.
Panic began to rise in her voice, " what's not for sure" she had no idea what they meant, " what's going on? For goodness sake, someone tell me!".
Gibbs ceased at urging her to sit down, " the Atlantis came into port today, a man named Patrick Ramous was aboard, said they crossed paths with the Whisper. And, there were only seventeen people aboard".
Her breath was emerging I pants, " what's so bad about that?" but she had a feeling she already knew the answer.
" There was eighteen when they left" Anamaria softly said, " and we believe, the one missing, is Jack".
The room around her began to spin, twirling into a collage of blurs and colors. Her head became light, cool sweat began seeping from the pores on her face, her breathing completely gone. The last thing she could remember was seeing Anamaria's face before her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she had passed out.
@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@#@
Elizabeth was jolted awake. She looked around, all around here was complete, pure white. Like she was in an endless room, or a dream. A dream, that must have been it. That had to be it, for she could feel no pain.
The ground below her was solid, she was able to stand, and did so just fine. Frightened, she remained entirely still, but jumped when hearing footsteps that were not her own in some sort of echo.
Like magic, since there didn't seem to be a place to enter or exit, a voice spoke from behind her. That voice, the accent, she would know it anywhere. Slowly turning, her muscles ached, " Will" she gasped.
Sure enough, it was him. Unbelievable as it truly was, he was only a mere foot away from her. He looked just as he would if they had never left Port Royal and he was still working in Browns shop. If only things could be that way..
It was beyond obvious that this was only imaginative, but it felt so real at the same time. To think, just as her memory's picture was beginning to fade. " I-I can't believe its you".
" I'd never leave you Elizabeth, you know that" he weakly smiled, " you or the baby".
Her clammy hands automatically went to clenching her stomach, feeling her usually flat figure, " the baby" she cried, " what happened to the baby?".
" The baby is fine" Will assured her, " and you'll be a wonderful mother".
Tears were threatening in the back of her eyes, causing her voice to tremble slightly, " you'd be a better father, you really would Will".
His dark eyes sparkled, as though almost crying himself, " so will Jack" he said quietly, " he promised, both of us, that'd he'd always be with you".
" But he's..".
" It's like immortal pirates" he interrupted, making her curious if that was a metaphor, a warning, or both, " you have to see the proof to believe it's really true".
Elizabeth stepped towards him, reaching with her hand just to touch his face, but Will stepped out of her way, nearly causing her to scream, " why? Why can't I touch you?" she whimpered.
" You don't have to touch me Elizabeth, all you have to do, is remember I love you. And no matter what, I will always, always love you".
Tears leafed from her eyes and streamed down her cheeks, " please don't leave me, please!".
" I told you, I'm already there".
Another Authors Note- I'm not to sure how labor and delivery went back then, and things like that. So please bare with me on the next chapter. Too lazy to research, but that would be an interesting thing to type into a search engine.
