Disclaimer: I do not own any character, or property, depicted in, or
associated with, the Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black
Pearl. I do, however, own any characters not recognized as PotC
characters.
This is my first ever, posted fan-fiction. Any reviews and suggestions are openly welcome. As are any constructive criticisms. Flames will be ignored and promptly deleted. Thank you for your help...it starts off pretty slow, but once it gets going, it should get better.
Now, on a little less formal note...PotC Kicks butt, don't it? Great characters...yeah, so I'm obsessed, so what? :)
Prologue:
Judith Montgomery lies on the hospital bed. She has been in labor for nearly 18 hours and is nearing the point of giving up on her daughter's birth.
"This one is going to be a stubborn." The midwife cracked as Judy takes a deep, relaxing breath after the last series of contractions fades.
//If she's anything like her father, she'll be more than just stubborn// she thinks to herself ruefully.
"You may want to sleep if you can madam." The midwife states, seeing the dark bags under Judith's eyes.
"I'll try, but I doubt I have the ability." A tired smile proves her exhaustion.
The midwife leaves her to thoughts.
* * *
:: Flashback : :
The man wanders into her house once again. She knows he's there, but makes no effort to acknowledge his presence. She continues reading in perfect stillness. His hands rest on her shoulders, and still she reads. He dips his head to her hair and breaths in her scent. Her reading stops. She slowly stands and places the book on the mantle. He comes up behind her, placing his hands on her hips. She closes her eyes for a brief moment, then turns in her lover's arms.
He welcomes her with a chaste kiss on the nose. She smiles slightly at his playfulness. He grins that knowing grin and kisses her full on the mouth. She makes no effort to protest, though she knows in her heart this will be their last meeting for a long while, possibly forever.
She breathes in his scent: sea air, salt water, and man. Her stomach flips as his lips find her neck. No sounds are made by either party as he slowly moves his way downward. She smiles as he rips her dress from top to bottom. He never was any good at buttons.
The two lovers work their way to the small worn bed they know so well. She helps him undress and they join. They move with a rhythm that they've learned so well over the past years. Sweat clings to their skin as the tempo increases slightly.
The only sounds in the room are the crackling logs in the fireplace and the slapping of their skin. The rhythm becomes more and more frantic as they reach the peak together.
They lay looking in each other's eyes for a long while before he withdraws. She stares at him as he dresses.
"How long will you be gone?" she finally finds strength enough to voice the question that has been plaguing he dreams since he told her of his departure over a month ago.
"I don't know, luv. I need to feel the freedom I once felt at sea. When that lust has been filled, I'll return. I'll return to you, my seamstress." His voice portrays very little of the pirate she met two years ago. He'd almost acclimated himself to society life, but the scallywag in him never truly died.
"I'll keep my sights set on the horizon. I'll look for those black sails. You'll return, and until you do I'll wait..." //Even if it means waiting an eternity.// She stops all thought as he replaces his Royal Navy hat with his with his old Pirate one. His ship was to meet him off the coast at midnight. She holds her head high and keeps her lips smiling as he continues to prepare for his departure.
"Make yourself happy. Don't wait for my return. Find a husband, start a family, but keep me in your mind, and heart, luv. I will return, but only the sea knows when and in what state."
One final lingering kiss, and he leaves. She sits on the edge of the bed and fights back her tears. The optimist in her tells her to stay strong, her pirate will come back for her, but her mind is scoffing at it. She thinks back on the last two years they've had together, and a smile reaches her lips. She lays back on the bed and drifts into a very light, restless sleep.
* * *
Judith is pulled from her reverie by another contraction, this one much stronger than any before it. She calls for the midwife.
"Another contraction, madam?" The midwife asks as she frantically readies the water and cloths.
"Strong...tearing—" Screams overtake her voice as she feels herself being ripped apart.
"She's crowning madam. On the next contraction, I need you to push." A few short moments pass, long enough for Judith to catch her breath. The next contraction hit with more fury than the last, and brings with it a searing pain. She screams but remembers to push. A couple of minutes later, her screams subside and are replaces by the cries of a newborn babe.
Judith laughs tiredly and lays back on her pillow. The midwife takes her baby to be bathed of all the fluids, and returns not five minutes later with the baby and a stitching kit. She lays the child in her mother's arms and begins stitching Judith's torn opening.
Mother looks at her child's face and smiles.
"She has her father's eyes."
This is my first ever, posted fan-fiction. Any reviews and suggestions are openly welcome. As are any constructive criticisms. Flames will be ignored and promptly deleted. Thank you for your help...it starts off pretty slow, but once it gets going, it should get better.
Now, on a little less formal note...PotC Kicks butt, don't it? Great characters...yeah, so I'm obsessed, so what? :)
Prologue:
Judith Montgomery lies on the hospital bed. She has been in labor for nearly 18 hours and is nearing the point of giving up on her daughter's birth.
"This one is going to be a stubborn." The midwife cracked as Judy takes a deep, relaxing breath after the last series of contractions fades.
//If she's anything like her father, she'll be more than just stubborn// she thinks to herself ruefully.
"You may want to sleep if you can madam." The midwife states, seeing the dark bags under Judith's eyes.
"I'll try, but I doubt I have the ability." A tired smile proves her exhaustion.
The midwife leaves her to thoughts.
* * *
:: Flashback : :
The man wanders into her house once again. She knows he's there, but makes no effort to acknowledge his presence. She continues reading in perfect stillness. His hands rest on her shoulders, and still she reads. He dips his head to her hair and breaths in her scent. Her reading stops. She slowly stands and places the book on the mantle. He comes up behind her, placing his hands on her hips. She closes her eyes for a brief moment, then turns in her lover's arms.
He welcomes her with a chaste kiss on the nose. She smiles slightly at his playfulness. He grins that knowing grin and kisses her full on the mouth. She makes no effort to protest, though she knows in her heart this will be their last meeting for a long while, possibly forever.
She breathes in his scent: sea air, salt water, and man. Her stomach flips as his lips find her neck. No sounds are made by either party as he slowly moves his way downward. She smiles as he rips her dress from top to bottom. He never was any good at buttons.
The two lovers work their way to the small worn bed they know so well. She helps him undress and they join. They move with a rhythm that they've learned so well over the past years. Sweat clings to their skin as the tempo increases slightly.
The only sounds in the room are the crackling logs in the fireplace and the slapping of their skin. The rhythm becomes more and more frantic as they reach the peak together.
They lay looking in each other's eyes for a long while before he withdraws. She stares at him as he dresses.
"How long will you be gone?" she finally finds strength enough to voice the question that has been plaguing he dreams since he told her of his departure over a month ago.
"I don't know, luv. I need to feel the freedom I once felt at sea. When that lust has been filled, I'll return. I'll return to you, my seamstress." His voice portrays very little of the pirate she met two years ago. He'd almost acclimated himself to society life, but the scallywag in him never truly died.
"I'll keep my sights set on the horizon. I'll look for those black sails. You'll return, and until you do I'll wait..." //Even if it means waiting an eternity.// She stops all thought as he replaces his Royal Navy hat with his with his old Pirate one. His ship was to meet him off the coast at midnight. She holds her head high and keeps her lips smiling as he continues to prepare for his departure.
"Make yourself happy. Don't wait for my return. Find a husband, start a family, but keep me in your mind, and heart, luv. I will return, but only the sea knows when and in what state."
One final lingering kiss, and he leaves. She sits on the edge of the bed and fights back her tears. The optimist in her tells her to stay strong, her pirate will come back for her, but her mind is scoffing at it. She thinks back on the last two years they've had together, and a smile reaches her lips. She lays back on the bed and drifts into a very light, restless sleep.
* * *
Judith is pulled from her reverie by another contraction, this one much stronger than any before it. She calls for the midwife.
"Another contraction, madam?" The midwife asks as she frantically readies the water and cloths.
"Strong...tearing—" Screams overtake her voice as she feels herself being ripped apart.
"She's crowning madam. On the next contraction, I need you to push." A few short moments pass, long enough for Judith to catch her breath. The next contraction hit with more fury than the last, and brings with it a searing pain. She screams but remembers to push. A couple of minutes later, her screams subside and are replaces by the cries of a newborn babe.
Judith laughs tiredly and lays back on her pillow. The midwife takes her baby to be bathed of all the fluids, and returns not five minutes later with the baby and a stitching kit. She lays the child in her mother's arms and begins stitching Judith's torn opening.
Mother looks at her child's face and smiles.
"She has her father's eyes."