A/N: I am SOO SOOO SOOOO sorry guys! The chapter got erased from my computer and I had to completely re-write it. I wanted to make this chapter longer, but I don't want to make you wait longer, so I am sorry it is short. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and THANX again for all the reviews!!!!
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Elizabeth woke to see the tired eyes of her husband. She was exhausted too. When Will saw that his wife was awake he asked in a tone so quiet it was almost a whisper,
"How are you feeling Liz?"
"I could be better, but then again, I could be worse. I could be dead."
"That's not funny Liz. You are my life. I couldn't live without you."
"You could too. And you would. Someone would have to raise our child."
"Liz, I'm serious. I don't want to lose you."
"We don't know anything for sure yet Will. Just keep your chin up. Besides tomorrow is still our anniversary, and I want both of us to be happy. If you are depressed, then how can we be?"
"I'm sorry Liz. I just have been so worried-"
"Will, smile for me, and don't worry about things that haven't happened yet. Just smile."
Will changed his expression to show an almost grin.
"A real smile Will." said Elizabeth sternly.
Will once again changed his expression, this time revealing an honest smile. Elizabeth smiled too.
"Liz....?"
"Yes Will?"
"Are you.... are you scared?" asked Will very calmly.
"Scared? Why would I be scared?" she asked knowingly.
"Well, we've all been so worried ourselves that I didn't really take the time to think about how you are feeling about all this. I know it was selfish of me. I ought to be better as your husband."
"Will, I... yes, I am a bit scared. Mostly of just not being here for you and our child. But as for being a better husband? I couldn't have asked or dreamed of better. Don't think I ever regretted any moment we spent together. You want to know why I told Barbossa I was Elizabeth Turner? It's because I loved you Will, and I wanted to take on your name. Don't you see Will? I love you. I always have. Everything will work out for the better. You'll see. Now don't think about it. Just smile like before alright?"
Will couldn't resist doing what his wife asked. He loved her so much. He pushed all his worry behind him, and smiled.
"Now that's settled. How about you go get your poor starving wife some food?"
"Poor starving wife? Poor spoiled woman I think is more like it." Will teased.
Elizabeth stuck her tongue out at him.
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Back down at the Black Pearl, Bootstrap Bill walked up to Jack.
"Why didn't ye tell me that my son was alive Jack?" Bill asked.
Jack sighed.
"I knew the boy'd been lookin for ye, and I wanted to let him come to ye in his own time. The boy's been through a lot of hurtin' in his lifetime, and I thought I'd give him the choice."
Bill felt sorry that he hadn't been there for his son. He knew what a hard life was. He knew the meaning of true pain. Sure Bill had been through physical pain, but the pain he knew most was the pain of losing his wife and son, being subjected to mutiny, being left without a thing in the world worth living for, and knowing he couldn't die. Seeing Will had brought a ray of sunshine to a dark life, who hadn't seen the light in years. Bill wanted to be there for Will from now on. He wanted to make up for all the years that he'd lost. He wanted to be the father that he never was. Even if Will didn't want him as a father, he could still be a grandfather to his son's child.
Jack knew what Bill was thinking.
"He needs you William." he said seriously.
Bill hadn't been called by his real name in more years than he could remember.
"Judging by the look your giving me, I guess you don't know why he would eh?" stated Jack, "Let me tell you. I did some talking to the townfolk round' here. While your Will may be married and expecting a whelp of his own, his wife may not make it through the birth, which is why they made such a fuss today. He may lose everything in one foul swoop, and if he does, he has no one to lean on. That is where you come in. If the worst happens you need to be that support."
Bill looked up at Jack.
"So ye see mate, you came in at the opportune moment." said Jack.
"Thank you Jack." said Bill.
"Don't thank me, just take care of that boy of yern. That's all the thanks I need. Now how about ye get back to yer duties aboard eh?"
"Aye Jack."
"Captain." Jack said insistently.
Bill walked off to complete his duties.
"That was sweet of ye Jack." said Ana from behind him.
"Well I just thought I'd let him know about his own son."
"Jack. Stop it. Everyone knows yer a marshmallow, just admit it and stop tryin to cover it up." she said teasingly.
"I am not. I already told ye, I am a horrible, r..."
Ana cut him off with a kiss.
When she pulled away, he stood staring at her.
"Marshmallow." she giggled.
Jack was about to argue the fact when Bill came up to them.
"Jack.... eh... I seem to remember Will saying something about his anniversary bein' tomorrow, and I thought I might get them somethin', and well, what I be askin is..."
"Yes ye can go into town. I will ask Gibbs to take over yer duties for ye. Just this once mind ye."
"Thank ye Jack."
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Bill didn't have any idea what to get the couple for their anniversary. He kept looking at everything in every shop.
"How hard could it be to find a simple gift!" he exclaimed.
What had he gotten Amelia for their anniversaries? He simply couldn't remember. It had been so long ago. He couldn't get Elizabeth flowers, because he was sure that Will would. And knowing the political status if Elizabeth's family, they wouldn't appreciate it if he gave will rum.
After several more shops and concluding that they probably had everything they needed, he went into shops that contained items that weren't completely necessary. At least to the common person. A pirate would find these shops rather nice. This particular one contained swords of the finest craftsmanship. He picked one out that reminded him particularly of Will, and took it up to the shop keeper.
"Beautiful sword isn't it?" asked the shopkeeper.
"Yes. Who makes all these?" asked Bill.
"Oh, that would be our blacksmith. William Turner."
Bill rolled his eyes. His son was a lot harder to shop for than he thought.
"Will you be wanting this sword sir?" asked the shop keeper.
"No. I guess not." Bill said as he walked out of the shop.
"I need to get something for Will that he couldn't get anywhere else. Something that has a meaning to it."
Suddenly Bill had an idea. He knew exactly what he would give his son.
He decided that he needed something that to put it in so it would look a bit more presentable. He settled on a dark oak box, with very fine carvings along the edges.
"It's not much," he thought, "but it will have to do."
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Okay I know it's short but I hope to update soon, without any problems this time. Thanks so much for the reviews! I love you guys!!!! Suggestions are still welcome. I am wrapping up the story so if you want to see something happen than please let me know and I will see what I can do. :)