A/N: Thanks again for the reviews. :-D To Trunksgirl- no, that's not it. As
you might be able to tell. If you're reading this. Yeah.
Sarcastic Chipmunk- What? I honestly have no idea what you're talking about. But if you like my story, thanks.
**** Previously:
We talked late into the night, long after all the fruit was gone. After a lull in the conversation, we just looked at each other. He came closer to me, his face framed in the moonlight. He kissed me, for the third time that day.
But this time, we weren't interrupted.
****
Needless to say, my night with William was much better than the one I spent with Sparrow. But we don't need to go into detail about it.
I woke up the next morning with his arm around me, the sunlight shining on his face. I turned around, facing him now, and stroked his handsome tanned face. At my touch he stirred, and woke. He opened his eyes and grabbed my hand, kissing it.
"Mornin', love," he said, smiling at me. I smiled back.
"Hi."
He chuckled and sat up. I did the same, holding the blanket to my chest. He took my face in his hands and kissed my forehead. Then he did something that made me blush and turn away. He got slid out of bed, completely naked, and crossed the room. He laughed, seeing the red creeping across my face.
"C'mon, kitten, yeh've seen it," he said, grabbing his breeches. He pulled them up and came back over to the bed, where I was still sitting and blushing.
"I've got ter ask yeh a question." He grabbed my hand, the one that was holding the quilt up. I gasped as it fell and tried to hold it up with my other hand, but he took that one as well. My face felt like it was on fire, and I could all of a sudden feel a breeze flowing through the room.
"Marry me?" He said. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes grew wide. Suddenly I forgot all about the fact that my chest was completely exposed.
I couldn't believe he had just asked me that. Well, alright, I could. But I couldn't think of what to say back. Me, a doctor's daughter, marrying a pirate? It was unthinkable.
"I...I...I don't know what to say," I finally got out.
"Say yes," he replied. He bit his lip and squeezed my hand, obviously nervous. I quickly considered it in my head. And my conscience gave a resounding 'YES!' for an answer. I found that I couldn't speak, however. So I nodded, smiling.
"Great!" He exclaimed, and jumped on top of me. We started laughing, our faces just inches from each other. But a thought crossed my mind and I stopped suddenly.
"Wait, William. What about Sparrow? Am I to stay on the ship?" He stopped laughing as well, and rolled off of me. He propped himself up on his elbow and took my chin in his hands.
"I've discussed it with 'im. He's been wantin' to head over teh England again, and 'e said he'll drop yeh there."
"Wait a minute. We'll get married and then you'll leave me?"
"No, love. We'll be staying in England for a bit, whiles the Cap'n visits some people. Could be more 'n a year."
This eased me a bit. But only a year?
"Well, when are we leaving this island?"
"Today, actually. Get yer things together, I'll take yeh down to the Pearl." I nodded, and we both grabbed our shirts and put them on. I snickered as he noticed a particularly large rip in his shirt, probably caused from our haste the night before.
"Wait a minute! I almost bloody forgot somethin'." He reached down into his pants pocket and pulled out a small silver ring. "For yeh, kitten," he said as he slid it onto my finger.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at it. It was beautiful, inland with diamonds and emeralds. "Thank you!" He just winked and slid on his boots.
****
We made our way to The Pearl half an hour later, hand in hand. A few people whistled as we passed them, but William silenced them with a look. He was a pirate, after all.
William dropped my hand when Barbossa came stalking down the ramp, however.
"I was beginning ter wonder if yeh were ever goin' teh show, Bootstrap."
"We were busy," he said, earning a raised eyebrow, then a clap on the shoulder. At that moment, Sparrow called for all hands from the deck. William smiled at me, then jogged up to the ship. I could see him from my position talking to Sparrow, who shook his hand, then gave him some instructions. William nodded and started scurrying up the mast.
I then realized that I still wasn't aboard ship, and I quickly fixed that. Before I got to the galley, I was stopped by Sparrow. He called to me from the wheel.
"Aye, Captain?" I asked. He smiled, and I smiled back. I was engaged now. William was great friends with Sparrow....he wouldn't dare touch me. Right?
"Congrats, Victoria. William Turner is a good man," he said, extending his hand. I shook it.
"Thank you, sir," I replied. I told you he wouldn't touch me!
"Get back to the galley."
"Aye Aye sir," I said, and turned to resume my duties. I found the galley just as I had left it, and continued my work.
****
We had been out to sea for a little over a month, in the middle of the Atlantic, when I made an interesting discovery. I was pregnant.
I rushed into Sparrow's cabin after it had been a week that I was late. I was surprised to find my husband there as well. They were pouring over a map and talking in hushed voices, though no one else was in the room.
"William! Captain!" I exclaimed, closing the door. They looked up, obviously startled, and Sparrow quickly rolled up the paper.
"What is it, kitten?" William asked, rushing over to me. He rubbed my arms, and I looked up into his worried face. He pecked my lips, but I pushed him away slightly.
"Yes, what is it?" Sparrow spoke up from the other side of the room. He had pulled out a bottle of rum, and sounded slightly drunk already.
"I-I'm pregnant," I stammered. William's mouth dropped open and Sparrow spit out the rum he had been consuming.
"What did you say?" Sparrow said, wiping his mouth. William was still awestruck, but the corners of his mouth seemed to be pulling upward into a smile.
"I'm pregnant," I said, with more conviction this time. Seeing a look of panic wash over Sparrow's face, I added, "With your child, William."
At that, a wide smile formed on Sparrow's face. He crossed the room to shake hands with a gaping William. "Congratulations, ol' chap. You're a father now." At the word father I saw William's knees shake a little bit. He made his way over to the bed and sat next to me. He leaned over and kissed my temple.
"A father....me....honestly...." He envolped me in those strong arms of his into a warm hug. "I love you kitten."
I loked up into his smiling face and grinned. "I love you too, William."
Life was good.
****
Ok, I know it's a short chapter. Sorry. But I have the final one planned out, which is the next chapter. R&R!
Sarcastic Chipmunk- What? I honestly have no idea what you're talking about. But if you like my story, thanks.
**** Previously:
We talked late into the night, long after all the fruit was gone. After a lull in the conversation, we just looked at each other. He came closer to me, his face framed in the moonlight. He kissed me, for the third time that day.
But this time, we weren't interrupted.
****
Needless to say, my night with William was much better than the one I spent with Sparrow. But we don't need to go into detail about it.
I woke up the next morning with his arm around me, the sunlight shining on his face. I turned around, facing him now, and stroked his handsome tanned face. At my touch he stirred, and woke. He opened his eyes and grabbed my hand, kissing it.
"Mornin', love," he said, smiling at me. I smiled back.
"Hi."
He chuckled and sat up. I did the same, holding the blanket to my chest. He took my face in his hands and kissed my forehead. Then he did something that made me blush and turn away. He got slid out of bed, completely naked, and crossed the room. He laughed, seeing the red creeping across my face.
"C'mon, kitten, yeh've seen it," he said, grabbing his breeches. He pulled them up and came back over to the bed, where I was still sitting and blushing.
"I've got ter ask yeh a question." He grabbed my hand, the one that was holding the quilt up. I gasped as it fell and tried to hold it up with my other hand, but he took that one as well. My face felt like it was on fire, and I could all of a sudden feel a breeze flowing through the room.
"Marry me?" He said. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes grew wide. Suddenly I forgot all about the fact that my chest was completely exposed.
I couldn't believe he had just asked me that. Well, alright, I could. But I couldn't think of what to say back. Me, a doctor's daughter, marrying a pirate? It was unthinkable.
"I...I...I don't know what to say," I finally got out.
"Say yes," he replied. He bit his lip and squeezed my hand, obviously nervous. I quickly considered it in my head. And my conscience gave a resounding 'YES!' for an answer. I found that I couldn't speak, however. So I nodded, smiling.
"Great!" He exclaimed, and jumped on top of me. We started laughing, our faces just inches from each other. But a thought crossed my mind and I stopped suddenly.
"Wait, William. What about Sparrow? Am I to stay on the ship?" He stopped laughing as well, and rolled off of me. He propped himself up on his elbow and took my chin in his hands.
"I've discussed it with 'im. He's been wantin' to head over teh England again, and 'e said he'll drop yeh there."
"Wait a minute. We'll get married and then you'll leave me?"
"No, love. We'll be staying in England for a bit, whiles the Cap'n visits some people. Could be more 'n a year."
This eased me a bit. But only a year?
"Well, when are we leaving this island?"
"Today, actually. Get yer things together, I'll take yeh down to the Pearl." I nodded, and we both grabbed our shirts and put them on. I snickered as he noticed a particularly large rip in his shirt, probably caused from our haste the night before.
"Wait a minute! I almost bloody forgot somethin'." He reached down into his pants pocket and pulled out a small silver ring. "For yeh, kitten," he said as he slid it onto my finger.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at it. It was beautiful, inland with diamonds and emeralds. "Thank you!" He just winked and slid on his boots.
****
We made our way to The Pearl half an hour later, hand in hand. A few people whistled as we passed them, but William silenced them with a look. He was a pirate, after all.
William dropped my hand when Barbossa came stalking down the ramp, however.
"I was beginning ter wonder if yeh were ever goin' teh show, Bootstrap."
"We were busy," he said, earning a raised eyebrow, then a clap on the shoulder. At that moment, Sparrow called for all hands from the deck. William smiled at me, then jogged up to the ship. I could see him from my position talking to Sparrow, who shook his hand, then gave him some instructions. William nodded and started scurrying up the mast.
I then realized that I still wasn't aboard ship, and I quickly fixed that. Before I got to the galley, I was stopped by Sparrow. He called to me from the wheel.
"Aye, Captain?" I asked. He smiled, and I smiled back. I was engaged now. William was great friends with Sparrow....he wouldn't dare touch me. Right?
"Congrats, Victoria. William Turner is a good man," he said, extending his hand. I shook it.
"Thank you, sir," I replied. I told you he wouldn't touch me!
"Get back to the galley."
"Aye Aye sir," I said, and turned to resume my duties. I found the galley just as I had left it, and continued my work.
****
We had been out to sea for a little over a month, in the middle of the Atlantic, when I made an interesting discovery. I was pregnant.
I rushed into Sparrow's cabin after it had been a week that I was late. I was surprised to find my husband there as well. They were pouring over a map and talking in hushed voices, though no one else was in the room.
"William! Captain!" I exclaimed, closing the door. They looked up, obviously startled, and Sparrow quickly rolled up the paper.
"What is it, kitten?" William asked, rushing over to me. He rubbed my arms, and I looked up into his worried face. He pecked my lips, but I pushed him away slightly.
"Yes, what is it?" Sparrow spoke up from the other side of the room. He had pulled out a bottle of rum, and sounded slightly drunk already.
"I-I'm pregnant," I stammered. William's mouth dropped open and Sparrow spit out the rum he had been consuming.
"What did you say?" Sparrow said, wiping his mouth. William was still awestruck, but the corners of his mouth seemed to be pulling upward into a smile.
"I'm pregnant," I said, with more conviction this time. Seeing a look of panic wash over Sparrow's face, I added, "With your child, William."
At that, a wide smile formed on Sparrow's face. He crossed the room to shake hands with a gaping William. "Congratulations, ol' chap. You're a father now." At the word father I saw William's knees shake a little bit. He made his way over to the bed and sat next to me. He leaned over and kissed my temple.
"A father....me....honestly...." He envolped me in those strong arms of his into a warm hug. "I love you kitten."
I loked up into his smiling face and grinned. "I love you too, William."
Life was good.
****
Ok, I know it's a short chapter. Sorry. But I have the final one planned out, which is the next chapter. R&R!