Chapter Thirteen: Alone...
Page confusedly raised an eyebrow. "How much have you had to drink sir?" William looked up through his bangs with tpurtured eyes. Page really couldnt take him seriously. William shook his head. He stood, and even though he tried to look serious, his shoulders slumped like a defeated man. Page sat up all the way so he could look into William's eyes. The man looked so weighed down in his thoughts by this truth that Page felt a small amount of pity. Page cleared his throat.
"You must be tired Mr. William, why don't you get some rest... I'm sure I'm ok to walk now." Page stood and immediately regretted it. His knee collapsed and he fell to the floor. Will rushed to his side.
"Page! Are you ok?!" Page looked up at the man who thought he was his father. He gently pulled his arm away from the man's strong hands. This seemed to hurt him and he winced. Page nodded and used the edge of a chair to drag himself up onto the bed. He sat for a moment, catching his breath.
Then he pulled up his pant leg. The dark stiches stood out against his skin. Page gagged and dropped the pant back into place. Will sat down next to him. Page could feel his eyes tracing his face. He felt himself flush. Will cleared his throat.
"I-I made that ring." Page froze. "I have one just like it." Page looked down the man's ring finger had a silver band identical to the one around his neck. His mouth hung slightly open.
Will took the ring off his finger inside was the engraving Page had read for years and years.
Forever and always, love. W. T.
Page took the ring gingerly from Wills palm. He examined them side by side. They were a perfect match. He looked into the eyes of his father. The eyes they shared. They were filled with tears.
Page, without thought gave Will an immediate hug. He tensed, then the strong arms of a sailor wrapped around him. And for one moment, Page felt whole. Then the thoughts came. He slowly pulled away from the embrace.
"Why did you do it?" Will noticed the immediate change. Page's voice was tinged with hurt and sadness. He placed his hand gently on Page's face.
"Do What?" His eyebrows knit together. Page leaned away.
"Why did you abandon me?" Will recoiled as if he'd been slapped. But Page wasn't done. His voice reached a higher octave. "Why did you leave me on a beach? Why did you leave me alone with no idea who you were?" His voice was near hysterical now. He pushed himself up, propping himself up on a chair. Tears freely flowed down his face. "Why did you leave me.." He choked. "Alone..."
Will stared at the heartbroken face of his son. He peeked in front of the boy.
"I had no idea you were alive..." He looked up into Page's eyes. The pain was still fresh. Will sat back on the bed and patted next to him. Page sat down hesitantly. His knee slightly twitched and he winced, but he did a good job of hiding it. William took a deep breath, this was going to take a whole lot of explaining.
Elizabeth Turner stared out at the Crystal waters. Ever since the loss of her son... she had hidden. She was the Pirate King after all, many wanted her dead.
A messenger knocked on the door. She waved her hand to tell him to say whatever he needed to say. He cleared his throat.
"Mrs. Turner. Alimia Gould has been sighted. Just south of Tortuga." Elizabeth immediately became alert.
"What?! Was she captured?" Her voice was sharp and cold. The messenger swallowed hard.
"N-no ma'am." She frowned.
"I suggest you get on it then." The messenger nodded quickly and dashed out of the room. She sighed, that woman would help her. She would tell her if her son was alive.