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None, again.
Awe, I'm so sad. Poor me.
I still feel sick.
-SQ
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A piercing wail shattered Elizabeth Swann's slumber. She dragged herself out of bed sighing, scooping up baby Jack in her arms. "There, there." She soothed. "Mommy's here."
Will stirred in the bed. Elizabeth ventured over and lay down beside him, baby in her hands. He slid his arms around her and cradled her softly. Their son stopped crying.
She had never really approved of naming their firstborn after that rouge pirate, but Will had insisted. Sparrow had seemed quite pleased with his namesake, joking with Will that he'd raise the boy to be 'just like him.'
Elizabeth closed her eyes. They would dock in a colonial port tomorrow. Finally, she thought, they would have a steady home. She would be able to put roots down again. Out here on the ocean everything seemed too unsure, too random, too unstable. She would be grateful to plant her feet on solid ground again.
Beside her, Will stirred, wondering what God was punishing him for. His whole life seemed like a punishment. Not one hour ago, he'd spied Jack up on deck with Aletté, his arms clasped tenderly around her shoulders. His entire body surged with jealousy, not because he knew Jack could have Aletté if he really wanted, but more so because he knew that Jack was more the kind of man Aletté would care for.
His heart twinged.
He was certain she would never care for him.
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Please push the button… *puppy eyes* I'm so bored when I'm sick.
-SQ
