Okay, this is my first fic, so please go easy on me, kay? Please read and
review. Tell me if it absolutely sucks or if you like it. The accents may
be a bit choppy and some places it may seem as if some people are out of
character, but I really tried. I promise.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, although it would be nice. Anyways, all I own is dear Lillian. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Will was standing on the edge of a dock, watching as a small life boat inch closer. Once it had been tied to the dock, two men climbed out of it. One was Mr. Gibbs and the other, Captain Jack Sparrow. It had been about six months since Jack had left and two since Will had married Elizabeth. Will looked toward the half moon, remembering the adventures he'd had chasing after Barbosa. Yes, it was after dark, but they had to keep Jack's little visit a secret. As soon as both men were standing directly in front of him, Will smiled.
"Hello again, Jack. Mr. Gibbs," he said, giving a polite nod towards the two.
"It's Captain Jack, mate," Jack said, sounding a bit annoyed.
"Aye, Captain Jack it is. How are the both of you?"
"We be doin' fine, Will. How's Miss Elizabeth?" Mr. Gibbs asked.
"She's fine, but I must inform you that she is no longer Miss Elizabeth. She is now Mrs. Elizabeth Turner."
Jack's eyes lit up slightly. "Congrats t'you, mate. A drink to celebrate, perhaps?"
Will chuckled slightly. "I'm afraid not. Elizabeth is waiting. Shall we?"
"Aye," both pirates said in unison.
As Will headed towards the home he now shared with Elizabeth, the two men followed. Mr. Gibbs was busy keeping an eye out for any of the Commodore's men, while Jack simply walked behind Will in his usual manner. When they reached a beautiful, white, two story house, Will stopped only to unlock the door. When they entered, Elizabeth was coming down the stairs in her bathrobe, which covered her nightgown.
"Hello Mr. Gibbs. Jack."
Again, Jack became annoyed. "Captain Jack," he muttered.
Elizabeth smiled slightly. "You both must be rather tired. Allow me to show you to your rooms," she replied, ignoring his comment as she headed back upstairs. Both men followed her as Will watched. Will chuckled lightly as Jack snatched an apple from the fruit bowl on the table beside the stairs, before continuing after Elizabeth and Mr. Gibbs. Once they disappeared, he headed towards the room he shared with Elizabeth. After getting cleaned up and changing into his sleeping garments, he headed for bed. Elizabeth was already there, waiting for him to climb in beside her. As he blew out the candle on the bedside table, Elizabeth gave his cheek a chaste peck.
"Goodnight, darling," she said softly.
"Goodnight, Elizabeth."
He was back on the Sarriena, the ship he had been on before he met Elizabeth. Apparently, the ship hadn't been attacked yet and he was standing by the railing, looking out towards the open sea.
"Will! Will!" a small, feminine voice called to him. That's when he realized he was but a boy again. He smiled as he turned towards the voice, only to see a girl merely two minutes younger than him bound over to his side. Her soft, brown hair was down, proof that she had gotten away from the maid who had the task of fixing her hair. Her hazel eyes were wide and shining with excitement. She wore a small, delicate, light blue gown, which brought out blue specs within her eyes. His smile widened slightly.
"Lilly, why didn't you let Ms. Simmons fix your hair again?"
The girl pouted before answering. "I like my hair down better! I don't like wearing it in buns or ponytails. They hurt," she replies, her accent matching his own.
"You liked it when Momma fixed your hair."
As her smile falls, Will wishes he hadn't brought up the subject of their mother. Even though they were both the same age, Lillian took their mother's death a lot harder than Will.
"Lilly, I'm sorry," he apologized, but the girl shook her head.
"S'okay, Will. I should be used to it by now. Yes, I did enjoy when Mummy put my hair up, but she always gave it a neat little twist here and there. It's not the same when Ms. Simmons does it."
"Even so, you should allow her to fix it. Now, off with you."
"But, but," she protested, pouting.
"No buts, Lillian Turner. Go."
"Oh, fine then."
As she turned and stomped off, Will thought he'd heard something in the distance. Lillian was about halfway across the deck when the cannonball hit a mere four feet from where she was standing. She screamed and covered her ears, causing the crew to hurry over to her. Soon afterwards, the whole ship was under attack. Will weaved his way through sailors, trying to find his sister, but to no avail. Finally, he spotted her through the crowd, which now consisted of sailors and pirates, who had climbed aboard the ship. As he ran towards her, he noticed the frightened look on her face, and could faintly hear her calling his name. By the time he reached where she had been standing, she was gone. He frantically looked around before hearing a faint cry of his name. Looking over the railing, he made out his sister's figure, arms flailing to stay afloat.
"Lillian!" he cried, leaning over the railing. As he felt something hit the back of his head, he began to slip into darkness. He could still hear his sister calling for him, but the darkness had consumed him before he could respond.
Will sat straight up, a scream escaping his throat. Elizabeth bolted up beside him, lighting the candle on the bedside table. Shortly following, Jack and Mr. Gibbs knocked on the door, asking if everything was okay. As Elizabeth got up to let them in, Will tried to calm his breathing. Sweat was glistening on his forehead and he felt a salty wet substance on his upper lip. He had let tears falls. Elizabeth, Jack, and Mr. Gibbs made their way over to the bed.
"Darling, what's wrong? Are you alright?" Elizabeth asked, concern lacing her voice.
"You look like you've seen a ghost, mate?" Jack commented, a bit sleepily.
"Ye be alright, boy? What 'appened?" Mr. Gibbs asked, his concern apparent.
"Who is Lillian?"
That last question from his beloved wife brought more tears to Will's eyes. So, it had been Lillian's name that erupted from his mouth upon his abrupt awakening.
"Lillian," he replied, swallowing hard as the name rolled off his tongue. "She was my sister. She had gone with me to look for our father. The day the boat was attacked, she fell overboard. I was knocked unconscious. The last thing I recall was her calling for me to help her."
By now, tears were streaming down his cheeks once more. Will may be a strong man, but he had lost the only family he'd had left. Of course, at the time, he didn't know she was all he had, but he still shared a special bond with her. Since Will had been named after his father, his mother named Lillian after herself. His mind returned to his current reality when he felt Elizabeth's arms snake around his neck. He looks around at his friends, all of them concerned. Even the ever-so calm Jack looked a bit concerned.
"I'm sorry, it's just that we shared a special bond. She was born a mere two seconds after me. We have that bond only twins share. I miss her terribly."
"Sorry to hear that, mate."
"Will, why haven't you said anything about this?" Elizabeth asked, pulling away slightly.
"I guess throughout it all, I've tried to repress the memory of loosing her. I remember that I used to hope she was still alive, but now, I've lost all hope. There's no possible way she could've survived."
"Don't say that, lad. She may be out there, waiting for ye. Or trying to find ye."
Will smiled towards Mr. Gibbs. "Aye, that may be true. Thank you all for being concerned. I'll be fine now. You two should be getting back to bed."
Although he had directed the last part towards Jack and Mr. Gibbs in a reassuring way, they were still hesitant to leave. They did, though, and Will went to lie back down, after blowing the candle back out. Elizabeth had returned to her lying position, but she still looked towards Will with concern in her eyes. Will laid down and placed his arm around Elizabeth's waist.
"I promise I'm alright, Elizabeth. Please, go back to sleep."
Elizabeth complied to Will's request a bit hesitantly, but soon she had fallen back into a peaceful slumber. After quite some time, Will drifted off to sleep once again. This time, he did not dream, but slept peacefully until dawn.
Somewhere, probably quite a ways away from Port Royal, a young woman sat straight up on her bed. She calmed when she felt the ship she was on rock softly like it usually did. She hadn't thought about the day she'd lost everything dear to her in quite a while, so she was somewhat surprised by the dream she'd just received. After calming her nerves, she got out of her bed and headed out of her cabin. She began to walk the length of the ship's deck, letting the gentle midnight breeze cool her flushed face. Her soft, brown hair was pulled back into a low ponytail that fell to mid back. Her eyes were a grayish color, matching that of her shirt, which seemed to be made for a man, rather than a petite woman. Her black britches were also that of a man's. As she looked towards the half moon, she realized that hope still lived deep within her. Perhaps it wasn't just a nightmare she'd had mere seconds before, but a sign. She smiled, a decision settling within her mind. At dawn, when the crew awoke, they would change course. They would head towards Tortuga, where she would ask her old friend, Lucas, if he could help her. Perhaps he knew where she should begin. Smiling to herself, she quickly, yet quietly, returned to her cabin. As she climbed into bed, she felt slightly giddy. She hadn't felt that way since the day she lost him. And now, perhaps, she'd find him.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, although it would be nice. Anyways, all I own is dear Lillian. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Will was standing on the edge of a dock, watching as a small life boat inch closer. Once it had been tied to the dock, two men climbed out of it. One was Mr. Gibbs and the other, Captain Jack Sparrow. It had been about six months since Jack had left and two since Will had married Elizabeth. Will looked toward the half moon, remembering the adventures he'd had chasing after Barbosa. Yes, it was after dark, but they had to keep Jack's little visit a secret. As soon as both men were standing directly in front of him, Will smiled.
"Hello again, Jack. Mr. Gibbs," he said, giving a polite nod towards the two.
"It's Captain Jack, mate," Jack said, sounding a bit annoyed.
"Aye, Captain Jack it is. How are the both of you?"
"We be doin' fine, Will. How's Miss Elizabeth?" Mr. Gibbs asked.
"She's fine, but I must inform you that she is no longer Miss Elizabeth. She is now Mrs. Elizabeth Turner."
Jack's eyes lit up slightly. "Congrats t'you, mate. A drink to celebrate, perhaps?"
Will chuckled slightly. "I'm afraid not. Elizabeth is waiting. Shall we?"
"Aye," both pirates said in unison.
As Will headed towards the home he now shared with Elizabeth, the two men followed. Mr. Gibbs was busy keeping an eye out for any of the Commodore's men, while Jack simply walked behind Will in his usual manner. When they reached a beautiful, white, two story house, Will stopped only to unlock the door. When they entered, Elizabeth was coming down the stairs in her bathrobe, which covered her nightgown.
"Hello Mr. Gibbs. Jack."
Again, Jack became annoyed. "Captain Jack," he muttered.
Elizabeth smiled slightly. "You both must be rather tired. Allow me to show you to your rooms," she replied, ignoring his comment as she headed back upstairs. Both men followed her as Will watched. Will chuckled lightly as Jack snatched an apple from the fruit bowl on the table beside the stairs, before continuing after Elizabeth and Mr. Gibbs. Once they disappeared, he headed towards the room he shared with Elizabeth. After getting cleaned up and changing into his sleeping garments, he headed for bed. Elizabeth was already there, waiting for him to climb in beside her. As he blew out the candle on the bedside table, Elizabeth gave his cheek a chaste peck.
"Goodnight, darling," she said softly.
"Goodnight, Elizabeth."
He was back on the Sarriena, the ship he had been on before he met Elizabeth. Apparently, the ship hadn't been attacked yet and he was standing by the railing, looking out towards the open sea.
"Will! Will!" a small, feminine voice called to him. That's when he realized he was but a boy again. He smiled as he turned towards the voice, only to see a girl merely two minutes younger than him bound over to his side. Her soft, brown hair was down, proof that she had gotten away from the maid who had the task of fixing her hair. Her hazel eyes were wide and shining with excitement. She wore a small, delicate, light blue gown, which brought out blue specs within her eyes. His smile widened slightly.
"Lilly, why didn't you let Ms. Simmons fix your hair again?"
The girl pouted before answering. "I like my hair down better! I don't like wearing it in buns or ponytails. They hurt," she replies, her accent matching his own.
"You liked it when Momma fixed your hair."
As her smile falls, Will wishes he hadn't brought up the subject of their mother. Even though they were both the same age, Lillian took their mother's death a lot harder than Will.
"Lilly, I'm sorry," he apologized, but the girl shook her head.
"S'okay, Will. I should be used to it by now. Yes, I did enjoy when Mummy put my hair up, but she always gave it a neat little twist here and there. It's not the same when Ms. Simmons does it."
"Even so, you should allow her to fix it. Now, off with you."
"But, but," she protested, pouting.
"No buts, Lillian Turner. Go."
"Oh, fine then."
As she turned and stomped off, Will thought he'd heard something in the distance. Lillian was about halfway across the deck when the cannonball hit a mere four feet from where she was standing. She screamed and covered her ears, causing the crew to hurry over to her. Soon afterwards, the whole ship was under attack. Will weaved his way through sailors, trying to find his sister, but to no avail. Finally, he spotted her through the crowd, which now consisted of sailors and pirates, who had climbed aboard the ship. As he ran towards her, he noticed the frightened look on her face, and could faintly hear her calling his name. By the time he reached where she had been standing, she was gone. He frantically looked around before hearing a faint cry of his name. Looking over the railing, he made out his sister's figure, arms flailing to stay afloat.
"Lillian!" he cried, leaning over the railing. As he felt something hit the back of his head, he began to slip into darkness. He could still hear his sister calling for him, but the darkness had consumed him before he could respond.
Will sat straight up, a scream escaping his throat. Elizabeth bolted up beside him, lighting the candle on the bedside table. Shortly following, Jack and Mr. Gibbs knocked on the door, asking if everything was okay. As Elizabeth got up to let them in, Will tried to calm his breathing. Sweat was glistening on his forehead and he felt a salty wet substance on his upper lip. He had let tears falls. Elizabeth, Jack, and Mr. Gibbs made their way over to the bed.
"Darling, what's wrong? Are you alright?" Elizabeth asked, concern lacing her voice.
"You look like you've seen a ghost, mate?" Jack commented, a bit sleepily.
"Ye be alright, boy? What 'appened?" Mr. Gibbs asked, his concern apparent.
"Who is Lillian?"
That last question from his beloved wife brought more tears to Will's eyes. So, it had been Lillian's name that erupted from his mouth upon his abrupt awakening.
"Lillian," he replied, swallowing hard as the name rolled off his tongue. "She was my sister. She had gone with me to look for our father. The day the boat was attacked, she fell overboard. I was knocked unconscious. The last thing I recall was her calling for me to help her."
By now, tears were streaming down his cheeks once more. Will may be a strong man, but he had lost the only family he'd had left. Of course, at the time, he didn't know she was all he had, but he still shared a special bond with her. Since Will had been named after his father, his mother named Lillian after herself. His mind returned to his current reality when he felt Elizabeth's arms snake around his neck. He looks around at his friends, all of them concerned. Even the ever-so calm Jack looked a bit concerned.
"I'm sorry, it's just that we shared a special bond. She was born a mere two seconds after me. We have that bond only twins share. I miss her terribly."
"Sorry to hear that, mate."
"Will, why haven't you said anything about this?" Elizabeth asked, pulling away slightly.
"I guess throughout it all, I've tried to repress the memory of loosing her. I remember that I used to hope she was still alive, but now, I've lost all hope. There's no possible way she could've survived."
"Don't say that, lad. She may be out there, waiting for ye. Or trying to find ye."
Will smiled towards Mr. Gibbs. "Aye, that may be true. Thank you all for being concerned. I'll be fine now. You two should be getting back to bed."
Although he had directed the last part towards Jack and Mr. Gibbs in a reassuring way, they were still hesitant to leave. They did, though, and Will went to lie back down, after blowing the candle back out. Elizabeth had returned to her lying position, but she still looked towards Will with concern in her eyes. Will laid down and placed his arm around Elizabeth's waist.
"I promise I'm alright, Elizabeth. Please, go back to sleep."
Elizabeth complied to Will's request a bit hesitantly, but soon she had fallen back into a peaceful slumber. After quite some time, Will drifted off to sleep once again. This time, he did not dream, but slept peacefully until dawn.
Somewhere, probably quite a ways away from Port Royal, a young woman sat straight up on her bed. She calmed when she felt the ship she was on rock softly like it usually did. She hadn't thought about the day she'd lost everything dear to her in quite a while, so she was somewhat surprised by the dream she'd just received. After calming her nerves, she got out of her bed and headed out of her cabin. She began to walk the length of the ship's deck, letting the gentle midnight breeze cool her flushed face. Her soft, brown hair was pulled back into a low ponytail that fell to mid back. Her eyes were a grayish color, matching that of her shirt, which seemed to be made for a man, rather than a petite woman. Her black britches were also that of a man's. As she looked towards the half moon, she realized that hope still lived deep within her. Perhaps it wasn't just a nightmare she'd had mere seconds before, but a sign. She smiled, a decision settling within her mind. At dawn, when the crew awoke, they would change course. They would head towards Tortuga, where she would ask her old friend, Lucas, if he could help her. Perhaps he knew where she should begin. Smiling to herself, she quickly, yet quietly, returned to her cabin. As she climbed into bed, she felt slightly giddy. She hadn't felt that way since the day she lost him. And now, perhaps, she'd find him.