A/N: Here it is-the final chapter. Thank you to all my reviewers, you make
my day.
*** Previously:
"Marry me?" He said......
"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."
****
Just as William had promised, we got married as soon as we got to England. The ceremony was small, with Sparrow serving as best man.
I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy about 7 months later. After 10 hours of labor, I might add.
We named him William, after his father. But we decided to call him Will, mainly for my sake, so I wouldn't get mixed up. He had most of his father's features, minus the clear blue eyes. Instead he had chocolate brown ones(from me) that I was sure would break more than a few hearts.
It was a sad day when William had to leave. I went down to the dock, holding Will in my arms and kissing William goodbye.
"Bye bye, little pirate," William said, ruffling his son's brown hair. Will laughed, an innocent child's laugh, and grabbed out for his hand. William smiled and turned to me.
"G'bye, kitten."
I sniffled and looked up at him. "Goodbye, William. I love you."
He sighed, and his eyes showed some regret. I knew he had battled with Sparrow and Barbossa to stay longer. I had told him to just stay, but then he reminded me of his calling to the sea. "I love you too."
My eyes welled with tears and William held me close. Our poor son was squished between our two bodies as I cried into my husband's shoulder.
"I'll miss you so much, William," I said we when pulled apart again. "You have to come back."
"I will, love. I promise."
That was when Sparrow came trotting down the dock toward his ship. "Ready, Bill?" he said. He made a funny face for Will, sticking his tounge out and crossing his eyes, just to make him laugh.
"Very dignified as always, Captain," William chuckled. Sparrow winked.
"But of course, mate. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. Got to keep that air of mystery." We laughed, Will's giggling cutting through it all.
"Hate to break up this fine moment, but we must be going, Cap'n," Barbossa called. Always ruining the perfect moment, he was. Sparrow sighed.
"Let's go, Bill." He tipped his hat to me and tapped Will on the nose, making the baby giggle again.
"Aye, Cap'n," William said, then turned back to me. "I'll miss yeh."
"You have no idea," I replied, trying to gain control of my wiggling son. He was no longer laughing, sensing that something was wrong.
"Dada!" Will cried. I looked from him to William in shock. Little Will had never said that before. I handed him over, and William held him close.
"I'll come back, little one," he said, before handing the now crying baby to me. Barbossa called for him from the deck and William kissed my forehead.
"I'll come back," he called as he jumped onto the ship. I waved and watched as he sailed off into the open ocean.
That was the last time I ever saw him.
****
It wasn't until 19 years later that I leaned the fate of my husband. We had exchanged letters for almost 5 years after he left, telling each other of how things were going. I told him all about Will, and he told of what he was doing at sea. Graciously he left out all of the brutal parts.
The last letter I got from him was actually a package addressed to Will. The boy was 5 at the time, so I opened it for him. It held a gold medallion with a skull on it, on a long gold chain. The note accompanying it was unnerving. This is what he wrote:
Dearest Victoria,
This may be my last letter to you. The crew has mutinied and Jack has been marooned. Please believe me when I say I had nothing to do with it.
Barbossa convinced Jack to tell him the bearings of the Island de la Muerta, where legend has it there is treasure abounds. Jack, being the trusting fool he is, told him, and the crew mutinied right afterwards. Barbossa dumped him on a wee spit of land far away from any known colonies. I pleaded for Jack, but Barbossa silenced me with the threat of a cutlass to the stomach.
We reached the island a short time afterward, and the crew went wild. There was so much gold there my eyes stung from staring at it. Barbossa kicked open a large chest, releaving hundreds of those gold medallions I sent you. Everyone reached in, taking as many as they could. I didn't, the one you received was slipped to me later.
I don't know what will become of me. Barbossa is turning out to be as ruthless a Captain as he was first mate. Give the medallion to Will, when he is older. Keep it safe, away from the Black Pearl.
I love you always, kitten,
William
****
William was right; that was his last letter to me. I never heard from him again. I gave the pendant to Will, who took it on his crossing to the Caribbean. I didn't tell him the truth about his father.
Years later, a man I hadn't see in over two decades showed up at my door.
"Jack Sparrow?"
"That's Captain Jack Sparrow, Mrs. Turner," he said, tipping his hat. I let him in and led him to the parlor.
"What are you doing here, Captain?" I asked, face full of worry. His normally happy face sunk into a frown.
"I'm 'ere to tell yeh the truth about what 'appened to yer husband," he replied. I perked up and pulled closer.
"Tell me. Please. I've waited 15 years." Sparrow nodded, the cleared his throat very loudly. I turned to see someone step into the room. William? No. He had brown eyes.
"Hello, mother," Will said. My eyes welled up with tears. I rushed over to him and crushed him in a hug, tears streaming down my cheeks.
"My little boy! Oh, how I've missed you!" I cried into his shoulder. He patted my back, and we stayed that way for a while.
"Mother, sit. Please. You have to hear what happened to him," he said, leading me to the couch. I sat down, wiped my tears with my apron, and faced Sparrow.
"Jack?"
"Yes. Right. What happened to Bootstrap Bill Turner is not something you'll like, I'm afraid, Victoria."
"Just tell me! Please," I pleaded. I saw pity in Sparrow's eyes.
"Well, it goes like this," he began, taking a deep breath. Ten he told me the terrible story of what had happened up to that point.
I was horrified to hear what they had done to my husband. They tied a cannon to his feet and sunk him down to Davey Jones's locker. They had thought that he would still be alive, just forever drowning, because they didn't know he wasn't cursed. I broke down at that point, getting comforted by my poor son.
Then Sparrow told the newest story, of what had happened to my son and how the curse was lifted. I was partly sad to hear that Will had consorted with pirates, but then I remembered what William had said.
"You've never felt the sea callin' to yeh. I've heard it all me life. I'm sure my children will feel it too."
And in that moment, I swear I could hear his voice calling to me from the depths of the ocean.
****
FIN! Done, no more. I hope you all liked reading it, I liked writing it. :- )
*** Previously:
"Marry me?" He said......
"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."
****
Just as William had promised, we got married as soon as we got to England. The ceremony was small, with Sparrow serving as best man.
I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy about 7 months later. After 10 hours of labor, I might add.
We named him William, after his father. But we decided to call him Will, mainly for my sake, so I wouldn't get mixed up. He had most of his father's features, minus the clear blue eyes. Instead he had chocolate brown ones(from me) that I was sure would break more than a few hearts.
It was a sad day when William had to leave. I went down to the dock, holding Will in my arms and kissing William goodbye.
"Bye bye, little pirate," William said, ruffling his son's brown hair. Will laughed, an innocent child's laugh, and grabbed out for his hand. William smiled and turned to me.
"G'bye, kitten."
I sniffled and looked up at him. "Goodbye, William. I love you."
He sighed, and his eyes showed some regret. I knew he had battled with Sparrow and Barbossa to stay longer. I had told him to just stay, but then he reminded me of his calling to the sea. "I love you too."
My eyes welled with tears and William held me close. Our poor son was squished between our two bodies as I cried into my husband's shoulder.
"I'll miss you so much, William," I said we when pulled apart again. "You have to come back."
"I will, love. I promise."
That was when Sparrow came trotting down the dock toward his ship. "Ready, Bill?" he said. He made a funny face for Will, sticking his tounge out and crossing his eyes, just to make him laugh.
"Very dignified as always, Captain," William chuckled. Sparrow winked.
"But of course, mate. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. Got to keep that air of mystery." We laughed, Will's giggling cutting through it all.
"Hate to break up this fine moment, but we must be going, Cap'n," Barbossa called. Always ruining the perfect moment, he was. Sparrow sighed.
"Let's go, Bill." He tipped his hat to me and tapped Will on the nose, making the baby giggle again.
"Aye, Cap'n," William said, then turned back to me. "I'll miss yeh."
"You have no idea," I replied, trying to gain control of my wiggling son. He was no longer laughing, sensing that something was wrong.
"Dada!" Will cried. I looked from him to William in shock. Little Will had never said that before. I handed him over, and William held him close.
"I'll come back, little one," he said, before handing the now crying baby to me. Barbossa called for him from the deck and William kissed my forehead.
"I'll come back," he called as he jumped onto the ship. I waved and watched as he sailed off into the open ocean.
That was the last time I ever saw him.
****
It wasn't until 19 years later that I leaned the fate of my husband. We had exchanged letters for almost 5 years after he left, telling each other of how things were going. I told him all about Will, and he told of what he was doing at sea. Graciously he left out all of the brutal parts.
The last letter I got from him was actually a package addressed to Will. The boy was 5 at the time, so I opened it for him. It held a gold medallion with a skull on it, on a long gold chain. The note accompanying it was unnerving. This is what he wrote:
Dearest Victoria,
This may be my last letter to you. The crew has mutinied and Jack has been marooned. Please believe me when I say I had nothing to do with it.
Barbossa convinced Jack to tell him the bearings of the Island de la Muerta, where legend has it there is treasure abounds. Jack, being the trusting fool he is, told him, and the crew mutinied right afterwards. Barbossa dumped him on a wee spit of land far away from any known colonies. I pleaded for Jack, but Barbossa silenced me with the threat of a cutlass to the stomach.
We reached the island a short time afterward, and the crew went wild. There was so much gold there my eyes stung from staring at it. Barbossa kicked open a large chest, releaving hundreds of those gold medallions I sent you. Everyone reached in, taking as many as they could. I didn't, the one you received was slipped to me later.
I don't know what will become of me. Barbossa is turning out to be as ruthless a Captain as he was first mate. Give the medallion to Will, when he is older. Keep it safe, away from the Black Pearl.
I love you always, kitten,
William
****
William was right; that was his last letter to me. I never heard from him again. I gave the pendant to Will, who took it on his crossing to the Caribbean. I didn't tell him the truth about his father.
Years later, a man I hadn't see in over two decades showed up at my door.
"Jack Sparrow?"
"That's Captain Jack Sparrow, Mrs. Turner," he said, tipping his hat. I let him in and led him to the parlor.
"What are you doing here, Captain?" I asked, face full of worry. His normally happy face sunk into a frown.
"I'm 'ere to tell yeh the truth about what 'appened to yer husband," he replied. I perked up and pulled closer.
"Tell me. Please. I've waited 15 years." Sparrow nodded, the cleared his throat very loudly. I turned to see someone step into the room. William? No. He had brown eyes.
"Hello, mother," Will said. My eyes welled up with tears. I rushed over to him and crushed him in a hug, tears streaming down my cheeks.
"My little boy! Oh, how I've missed you!" I cried into his shoulder. He patted my back, and we stayed that way for a while.
"Mother, sit. Please. You have to hear what happened to him," he said, leading me to the couch. I sat down, wiped my tears with my apron, and faced Sparrow.
"Jack?"
"Yes. Right. What happened to Bootstrap Bill Turner is not something you'll like, I'm afraid, Victoria."
"Just tell me! Please," I pleaded. I saw pity in Sparrow's eyes.
"Well, it goes like this," he began, taking a deep breath. Ten he told me the terrible story of what had happened up to that point.
I was horrified to hear what they had done to my husband. They tied a cannon to his feet and sunk him down to Davey Jones's locker. They had thought that he would still be alive, just forever drowning, because they didn't know he wasn't cursed. I broke down at that point, getting comforted by my poor son.
Then Sparrow told the newest story, of what had happened to my son and how the curse was lifted. I was partly sad to hear that Will had consorted with pirates, but then I remembered what William had said.
"You've never felt the sea callin' to yeh. I've heard it all me life. I'm sure my children will feel it too."
And in that moment, I swear I could hear his voice calling to me from the depths of the ocean.
****
FIN! Done, no more. I hope you all liked reading it, I liked writing it. :- )