A/N: Nope, still don't own them.
Pirates of the Caribbean: The Black Goddess
By: Lady Une
Chapter Three
Jack wasn't really sure how it happened, but Kit, her five year old son, and him were now on their way back to the Turner's house. It was dark and the young five year old, asleep in Kit's arms. "Ye have a son?" Jack asked for the hundredth time sense they had left Kit's mother house.
The young boy had short black hair, much like his mother's and his eyes a golden brown, which he had gotten from his father.
Kit sighed and rolled her eyes as Jack repeated the question yet again. "Aye, Captain, I have a son."
"Who's the father?" he asked.
"Some drunken pirate, who has no idea he's a father," Kit answered, not looking at him.
Jack became quiet at both her answer and the fact that they had yet again reached the Turner's house. Will met them at the door and quickly let them in. Elizabeth helped Kit lay her son on their sofa and took her back upstairs to change.
"How old is your son?" Elizabeth asked, after a long period of silence.
"Five," Kit answered, as she slowly took her hair out of the braid.
Elizabeth looked at Kit and noticed something she hadn't before she had an angel tattooed across the top of her back. Only this angel had long black hair, black eyes, black wings – which were torn and bleeding -, and she on her knees, her arms, legs, and wings wrapped in chains. She wore a short black dress which was also torn. "If you don't mind me asking, what does your tattoo symbolize?" Elizabeth asked.
Kit looked over her shoulder at Elizabeth and smiled lightly. "Fallen Angel, Angel of Hell, or better yet The Black Goddess," Kit answered, as she turned to face Elizabeth. "It goes along with this one," she said, pointing to her leg. Where yet another tattoo lay, this one the same girl as the other, only this one leaning against a large scythe. Her wings lay at her sides, they still torn bleeding, and her arms, legs, and wings still covered in chains.
"So, you are a pirate, the Black Goddess," Elizabeth said, in a bit of shock.
Kit laughed lightly at her shock. "Aye, I am a pirate, and the Black Goddess," Kit said, as she slipped her boots back on, and covering the tattoo on her leg. She then replaced her weapons in both her boots and around her waist, then grabbed her hat. Kit then quietly made her way back downstairs.
Elizabeth sighed and followed Kit down the stairs were they joined back up with the boys. Elizabeth again sat next to her husband and Kit walked over the check on her son. Seeing that he was still asleep, she joined the group at the table.
"You know, Kit, I never did get you full name," Will said, once she sat down.
Kit grinned at his statement and looked over at Jack, who just shrugged. "Before, I tell you my full name, Mr. Turner, what is your answer? Will you and your wife be joining us on this trip?" She asked.
Will and Elizabeth looked at each other, and back at Kit and Jack. "Aye, we will be," Will answered.
"Good," Kit said, as she and Jack stood. Kit replaced her hat, so it shadowed her eyes.
"We'll meet ye on the docks, tomorrow mornin' then, mate," Jack said, as he turned to walk out the door, but stopped as he watched Kit walk back over and pick up her son.
She then turned back to Will and Elizabeth. "I'm name is Kit Turner. My father the same a yers, Bootstrap Bill, my mother a pirate who now lives here in Port Royal," she told them. "I will be happy to explain everything later, now isn't the time." With that she turned and walked out the door.
Jack nodded. "Good night, then, mate," he said, before closing the door.
The two walked back to the docks in silence, once they got back to the Pearl, Kit took, her son down to her cabin, she then made her way back up on deck, knowing that sleep wasn't going to find her. The upper deck was completely empty, the crew was below, ether asleep or getting themselves drunk. She sighed, and took a deep breathe. The sea air was so fresh and the light breeze that blew across her face was really relaxing.
"What's his name?" came Jack's voice form behind her.
Kit spun around, his voice was different, it was serious, something she wasn't used to. "Who?" she asked.
"Yer, son," Jack answered.
Kit sighed and turned back to the sea. "Jacob," Kit told him.
"How old is he?"
"His five, Jack. Why so curious?" Kit asked, as she again turned to face him.
Jack simply shrugged. "Don't know," he answered. He couldn't explain it, be he felt like Kit wasn't telling him something. Something she wanted to tell him was couldn't. "Kit, is there something yer not tellin' me?" he asked.
Kit looked at him like he had gone crazy. "No, Jack. Why?"
He shrugged again and turned to face the ocean.
"Jack…." Kit began, but trailed off, not knowing how to say what she wanted too.
"We've got a big trip ahead of us, tomorrow; I'm goin' ta get some sleep. I think ye should do the same," Jack said, lightly, not wishing to push there conversation any farther.
Kit nodded, "Aye, Captain." She watched as he disappeared into his cabin, then she turned back to the ocean.
"You know you should tell him, Kit," came a voice from the shadows.
Kit jumped lightly and turned to find Gibbs standing behind her. The man had been the closest thing she ever had to a father. He the only person, besides her mother, that really helped her through her pregnancy. He the only person, that she really trusted with her life and her many secrets. He the only person who knew the man who fathered Kit's child. "Aye, Gibbs, I will tell him, but not now. Now's, not the time," Kit sighed.
Gibbs nodded, he understood. "Alright, Kit. Its yer secret to tell, child, but don't keep hidin' it. For if ye do, it will not only tare ye apart, but the Captain as well."
"I know, Gibbs. I know, but it's been tarring me apart from over five years now, there isn't much more damage it could make," she told him.
Gibbs simply smiled. "Aye, child. Now go now, to bed," he replied, as he gently pushed her down the stairs and into her cabin.
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A/N: thank you for the reviews, I really hope you are enjoying the story. Don't worry it gets better, as it goes. The father of Kit's son will come out, and many more little twists. I'm a very twisted person, so yes. Hope you are enjoying it, if not, I'm sorry. I'll keep trying. Later…..
Pirates of the Caribbean: The Black Goddess
By: Lady Une
Chapter Three
Jack wasn't really sure how it happened, but Kit, her five year old son, and him were now on their way back to the Turner's house. It was dark and the young five year old, asleep in Kit's arms. "Ye have a son?" Jack asked for the hundredth time sense they had left Kit's mother house.
The young boy had short black hair, much like his mother's and his eyes a golden brown, which he had gotten from his father.
Kit sighed and rolled her eyes as Jack repeated the question yet again. "Aye, Captain, I have a son."
"Who's the father?" he asked.
"Some drunken pirate, who has no idea he's a father," Kit answered, not looking at him.
Jack became quiet at both her answer and the fact that they had yet again reached the Turner's house. Will met them at the door and quickly let them in. Elizabeth helped Kit lay her son on their sofa and took her back upstairs to change.
"How old is your son?" Elizabeth asked, after a long period of silence.
"Five," Kit answered, as she slowly took her hair out of the braid.
Elizabeth looked at Kit and noticed something she hadn't before she had an angel tattooed across the top of her back. Only this angel had long black hair, black eyes, black wings – which were torn and bleeding -, and she on her knees, her arms, legs, and wings wrapped in chains. She wore a short black dress which was also torn. "If you don't mind me asking, what does your tattoo symbolize?" Elizabeth asked.
Kit looked over her shoulder at Elizabeth and smiled lightly. "Fallen Angel, Angel of Hell, or better yet The Black Goddess," Kit answered, as she turned to face Elizabeth. "It goes along with this one," she said, pointing to her leg. Where yet another tattoo lay, this one the same girl as the other, only this one leaning against a large scythe. Her wings lay at her sides, they still torn bleeding, and her arms, legs, and wings still covered in chains.
"So, you are a pirate, the Black Goddess," Elizabeth said, in a bit of shock.
Kit laughed lightly at her shock. "Aye, I am a pirate, and the Black Goddess," Kit said, as she slipped her boots back on, and covering the tattoo on her leg. She then replaced her weapons in both her boots and around her waist, then grabbed her hat. Kit then quietly made her way back downstairs.
Elizabeth sighed and followed Kit down the stairs were they joined back up with the boys. Elizabeth again sat next to her husband and Kit walked over the check on her son. Seeing that he was still asleep, she joined the group at the table.
"You know, Kit, I never did get you full name," Will said, once she sat down.
Kit grinned at his statement and looked over at Jack, who just shrugged. "Before, I tell you my full name, Mr. Turner, what is your answer? Will you and your wife be joining us on this trip?" She asked.
Will and Elizabeth looked at each other, and back at Kit and Jack. "Aye, we will be," Will answered.
"Good," Kit said, as she and Jack stood. Kit replaced her hat, so it shadowed her eyes.
"We'll meet ye on the docks, tomorrow mornin' then, mate," Jack said, as he turned to walk out the door, but stopped as he watched Kit walk back over and pick up her son.
She then turned back to Will and Elizabeth. "I'm name is Kit Turner. My father the same a yers, Bootstrap Bill, my mother a pirate who now lives here in Port Royal," she told them. "I will be happy to explain everything later, now isn't the time." With that she turned and walked out the door.
Jack nodded. "Good night, then, mate," he said, before closing the door.
The two walked back to the docks in silence, once they got back to the Pearl, Kit took, her son down to her cabin, she then made her way back up on deck, knowing that sleep wasn't going to find her. The upper deck was completely empty, the crew was below, ether asleep or getting themselves drunk. She sighed, and took a deep breathe. The sea air was so fresh and the light breeze that blew across her face was really relaxing.
"What's his name?" came Jack's voice form behind her.
Kit spun around, his voice was different, it was serious, something she wasn't used to. "Who?" she asked.
"Yer, son," Jack answered.
Kit sighed and turned back to the sea. "Jacob," Kit told him.
"How old is he?"
"His five, Jack. Why so curious?" Kit asked, as she again turned to face him.
Jack simply shrugged. "Don't know," he answered. He couldn't explain it, be he felt like Kit wasn't telling him something. Something she wanted to tell him was couldn't. "Kit, is there something yer not tellin' me?" he asked.
Kit looked at him like he had gone crazy. "No, Jack. Why?"
He shrugged again and turned to face the ocean.
"Jack…." Kit began, but trailed off, not knowing how to say what she wanted too.
"We've got a big trip ahead of us, tomorrow; I'm goin' ta get some sleep. I think ye should do the same," Jack said, lightly, not wishing to push there conversation any farther.
Kit nodded, "Aye, Captain." She watched as he disappeared into his cabin, then she turned back to the ocean.
"You know you should tell him, Kit," came a voice from the shadows.
Kit jumped lightly and turned to find Gibbs standing behind her. The man had been the closest thing she ever had to a father. He the only person, besides her mother, that really helped her through her pregnancy. He the only person, that she really trusted with her life and her many secrets. He the only person who knew the man who fathered Kit's child. "Aye, Gibbs, I will tell him, but not now. Now's, not the time," Kit sighed.
Gibbs nodded, he understood. "Alright, Kit. Its yer secret to tell, child, but don't keep hidin' it. For if ye do, it will not only tare ye apart, but the Captain as well."
"I know, Gibbs. I know, but it's been tarring me apart from over five years now, there isn't much more damage it could make," she told him.
Gibbs simply smiled. "Aye, child. Now go now, to bed," he replied, as he gently pushed her down the stairs and into her cabin.
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A/N: thank you for the reviews, I really hope you are enjoying the story. Don't worry it gets better, as it goes. The father of Kit's son will come out, and many more little twists. I'm a very twisted person, so yes. Hope you are enjoying it, if not, I'm sorry. I'll keep trying. Later…..