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Weatherby was in a haze for at least the following week. He planned his father's funeral and then had to deal with everything else involved with becoming Governor. Technically he wouldn't be the full Governor of Port Royal until a few months from now when there could be a proper ceremony.

Oh God, he had to bring Elizabeth out here now too.

He hadn't slept in days now and it was finally catching up to him. Then there was Samuel... The man seemed to change once Weatherby's father died. He seemed bitter towards Weatherby and didn't stay around the mansion very often anymore.

And Weatherby really needed a lot of help. He'll come around, he kept saying to himself. But that didn't seem to be happening soon enough.


The morning dawned rainy and actually a little chilly as well. Perfect day for a funeral, Weatherby thought as he continued to get dressed. He turned and looked at himself in the mirror. I can hardly recognize myself anymore, he thought with a sigh.

There was suddenly a knock on the door. "Come in?"

It opened and there stood Samuel with a scowl. "Sir," he said with contempt, "we need to get a move on."

"I'll be right down," Weatherby answered back.

The door closed with a slam and Weatherby sighed again. He knew why Sam was acting this way; he had just figured it out in bed the night before. It was because Weatherby was chosen to be the new Governor and not himself.

It was written in the will and that made it ironclad. Nothing could change it now.

"Time to go sir," the chauffer said through the closed door. Weatherby made sure everything on him looked perfect before leaving.


"Good afternoon. Though most of you might not remember me I am Weatherby Swann, the son of this man laying here. I have not been in contact with him but I love him. Love him because he is the only link I had to my childhood. And now it's gone. And I'm going to miss him. But you'll all see me again soon because as was written in my father's will I am to be your Governor starting in the new year. I have to return to England of course to settle my affairs and gather my family but I will return. Count on that."
He packed the last item into his trunk and looked around his former room.

Tomorrow he was leaving to return to England and then he had to come back again. Hopefully this would be the last time he traveled back there because he needed another fresh start. Away from his past with her. Even though they had met here and fell in love here he would eventually forget. Or at least force himself to.


The very long arduous journey home was finally over.

"Papa," Elizabeth exclaimed running into his arms.

He didn't say a word as he picked her up and hugged her tightly.

"It's so wonderful to see you again. How I missed you. What's wrong?"

Weatherby sighed. This was it; this was the biggest lie that he ever had to tell his little girl. "I received the news just after I arrived. It's your mother."

"What about Mama?"

"I'm sorry Elizabeth but she's gone."

"What?"

"She succumbed to the flu that's been going around and..."

"You mean I didn't get to say good-bye to her?" she asked with the tears beginning to pour down her face.

"I'm sorry sweetheart," he said hugging her and crying as well.

"Cheer up darling because I've got some exciting news for you. We're moving."

"Again, but I just started to like it here."

"What if I told you we were moving to the Caribbean?"

"That's nice."

"And there's more news, I'm going to be the new Governor of Port Royal like my father before me."

"That-that's wonderful Papa. When are we leaving?"

"As soon as everything is in order. A few weeks at least."

"Good, that'll give us enough time to umm, bury Momma," Elizabeth said getting depressed once again.

Weatherby leaned down to her and gave her a big, bear hug. "Now now Elizabeth, what would your mother think of her little pirate daughter crying for her. Remember she hasn't really left us, she's always just a prayer and dream away."


Weatherby had to do a lot of covering up if that meant that Emma would only be a memory. That started with getting a fake gravestone. He'd paid the man a large sum of money to make one for him only so it could be removed after they left.

Elizabeth laid a few flowers on the grave he brought her to the day before they were going to leave. "I miss you Mommy," she whispered.

Weatherby brought her home and tucked her in that night himself. All these lies were eating him alive.


Hope you enjoyed it. Later :-)