.And a Pirate's Life for me
Chapter Three-The first Stage
Wills POV
I woke in the middle of the night. I kept my eyes shut. Why did I wake so suddenly? I
remembered my dreams. First a man handing me a piece of gold, then a girl taking care
of me, then the girl screaming, screaming in pain. She screamed again, and I opened my
eyes.
It was Elizabeth. I hadn't been dreaming, not the whole time.
"What?" I said.
"The-the-baby-Coming."
I yelled for someone. Annamarie came running.
"What is it, Will?"
"Elizabeth. I think she's about to-about to.."
"Aye." Annamarie nodded. "You best be out of here, find Jack."'
I thought of protesting, but decided against it. Why bother? Annamarie had a strong
personality, and she could get ugly, ugly with her fists. Jack knew that.
I slipped on my heavy coat and went to the upper deck. Jack was there, steering the
wheel.
"What are you doing, steering this late at night?" I said. I looked at the moon. It had to be
later than midnight.
"Arr, a ships hull is no place for a Pirate. A Pirate needs to be out, out in the open sea."
"Jack, I'm in no mood to hear poetry." I sat down on a barrel of rum. "My son is being
born."
"So it's a son, eh?" Jack eyed me skeptically.
"Well-yes. All the astronomers consulted the stars at home." I did miss home. I thought
of why I was here, and not at my blacksmith shop, my home.
**Flashback**
Eight months ago, Will and Elizabeth were living comfortably in her Father's huge
estate, until one night, the night Elizabeth realized she was pregnant.
"Will!" She shrieked, running into their bedroom where he was reading.
"What is it?"
"My Father, it's my Father. He knows of your piracy. He plans to execute you!"
Will jumped up immediately. He grabbed a bag, a bad that he had packed long ago, and
together they set off for the harbor.
The Black Pearl was waiting there, ready to set sail.
"Will? Will?"
"What?" I snapped back into focus. It was Jack. He had left the steering wheel.
"Elizabeth has called for you." He grinned at me. I did too, sheepishly.
"I'm not sure I'd.."
"Will!" Annamarie was on the deck now to. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were
wide with excitement.
"Come see!"
I slowly walked toward her and opened the trapdoor. Inside, I could hear sounds of 'ooh'
and 'ahh'. Then a strong laugh.
I stepped down the steps. Elizabeth was lying on the bed, holding a small bundle. Her
face was pale, but she looked fine. My attention was directed to the bundle of blankets. I
walked over to her. She handed the blanket to me.
"Your daughter." She said.
Daughter? I peered at the blankets.
A small, wrinkled face looked back. She had a mop of dark hair and a devilish glint in her
eyes. Her eyes focused on me, and I swear she smiled.
"What will we name her?" Elizabeth asked.
I looked at the child one more time, then something came to me.
"Moiré."
Chapter Three-The first Stage
Wills POV
I woke in the middle of the night. I kept my eyes shut. Why did I wake so suddenly? I
remembered my dreams. First a man handing me a piece of gold, then a girl taking care
of me, then the girl screaming, screaming in pain. She screamed again, and I opened my
eyes.
It was Elizabeth. I hadn't been dreaming, not the whole time.
"What?" I said.
"The-the-baby-Coming."
I yelled for someone. Annamarie came running.
"What is it, Will?"
"Elizabeth. I think she's about to-about to.."
"Aye." Annamarie nodded. "You best be out of here, find Jack."'
I thought of protesting, but decided against it. Why bother? Annamarie had a strong
personality, and she could get ugly, ugly with her fists. Jack knew that.
I slipped on my heavy coat and went to the upper deck. Jack was there, steering the
wheel.
"What are you doing, steering this late at night?" I said. I looked at the moon. It had to be
later than midnight.
"Arr, a ships hull is no place for a Pirate. A Pirate needs to be out, out in the open sea."
"Jack, I'm in no mood to hear poetry." I sat down on a barrel of rum. "My son is being
born."
"So it's a son, eh?" Jack eyed me skeptically.
"Well-yes. All the astronomers consulted the stars at home." I did miss home. I thought
of why I was here, and not at my blacksmith shop, my home.
**Flashback**
Eight months ago, Will and Elizabeth were living comfortably in her Father's huge
estate, until one night, the night Elizabeth realized she was pregnant.
"Will!" She shrieked, running into their bedroom where he was reading.
"What is it?"
"My Father, it's my Father. He knows of your piracy. He plans to execute you!"
Will jumped up immediately. He grabbed a bag, a bad that he had packed long ago, and
together they set off for the harbor.
The Black Pearl was waiting there, ready to set sail.
"Will? Will?"
"What?" I snapped back into focus. It was Jack. He had left the steering wheel.
"Elizabeth has called for you." He grinned at me. I did too, sheepishly.
"I'm not sure I'd.."
"Will!" Annamarie was on the deck now to. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were
wide with excitement.
"Come see!"
I slowly walked toward her and opened the trapdoor. Inside, I could hear sounds of 'ooh'
and 'ahh'. Then a strong laugh.
I stepped down the steps. Elizabeth was lying on the bed, holding a small bundle. Her
face was pale, but she looked fine. My attention was directed to the bundle of blankets. I
walked over to her. She handed the blanket to me.
"Your daughter." She said.
Daughter? I peered at the blankets.
A small, wrinkled face looked back. She had a mop of dark hair and a devilish glint in her
eyes. Her eyes focused on me, and I swear she smiled.
"What will we name her?" Elizabeth asked.
I looked at the child one more time, then something came to me.
"Moiré."