Chapter One: Born
"Push Elizabeth! Come on! You can do this!" cried Will. He was standing next to his wife in the hospital, helping deliver their baby.
"Will, shut up! You can tell me you can do this once you've gone through pain such as this!" screamed Elizabeth. She let out a long moan that was interrupted by a scream of pain.
"The baby is almost out miss! I can see the head! Come on now, a few more tiny pushes! Just a few more! That's it miss!" cried the maid. Elizabeth pushed hard, and soon, it was over. She ached, and had nearly squeezed her husband's hand into dust.
"It's a girl, Mrs. Turner! A girl! Have you thought of a name?" said the maid. "Gabriella," Whispered Elizabeth. "Gabriella Elizabeth Turner. Clean her then give her to me, please." "Yes, Mrs. Turner."
Sixteen Years Later
"Come on, mother! Jack will be here any moment! We can't miss him!" cried Gabriella. "I'm coming, Gabriella! Calm down! See, he's here now." Said Elizabeth. Jack Sparrow knocked on the front door of the Turners' home, sure to look as giddy as usual. Gabriella had dark blue eyes, and fair, perfect skin, and raven black hair. She was thin and had a perfect figure. She had her father's determination and her mother's will of independence.
Gabriella ran, and opened the door, jumping into her godfather's arms. "Gabriella! My! You grow like weeds!" cried Jack, swaying as usual. "I've got a little gist for you love. Special for you." Said Jack. He pulled a small heart shaped, golden locket out of his jacket and placed it in her hand.
"Jack! Oh, It's absolutely splendid! How did you get it?" cried Gabriella putting the locket around her neck. "I didn't steal it, and that's just for your parents reassurance. I bought it from a trader on me way down here. Knew you'd like it. Quite fond of shiny things, just like your father." Said Jack, grinning at Will.
Gabriella laughed and kissed her godfather on his whiskery cheek, and gave a small sniff. He always smelled of rum, or some foreign substance that she couldn't recognize. She loved it more than most things in this world.
"Have you let Gabriella on a trip yet? And by a trip, I don't mean down to the market to go shopping with mummy. I mean a voyage, savvy? She's responsible enough, and she's learned most terms for sailing, and I could teach her what she doesn't know." Said Jack, as the adults sat down late that night drinking small glasses of wine, rum for Jack. "I don't know Jack. There'll be pirates." Said Elizabeth, a worried look on her face. Jack's eyes widened a considerable amount. "Your bloody husband is a pirate! The girl's godfather, me, is a pirate! How in your bloody common sense does that work out?" cried Jack, throwing his arms up in the air. "He's got a point, Elizabeth. And she's very handy with a sword, if I do say so my self." Said Will. He had taught her proper sword fighting, and Jack had taught her how to fight like a pirate. She would beat both of them normally. "Fine. Fine! She can go. But Jack, if anything happens to her-""You know, after saving you from Barbossa, you'd think that you'd trust me by now. And I am after all her Godfather. "Said Jack, taking a swig from his glass of rum. "I'll tell her in the morning then." Said Will. Everyone was that wasn't awake was awoken by a gleeful scream from Gabriella's room. She dressed quickly, and ran into her Godfather's room, and jumped on top of him, while he was still asleep. "Oh, I could just die now, Jack! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" cried Gabriella. She squeezed him, and caused him to fully awake. "No problem love. We're leaving tomorrow. I'm now to take you to Isle de Muerta. It's filled with all kinds of things that I want to give you and show you, and tech you about. But the giving part won't be too great, savvy?" Jack said groggily. "Completely! So, we'd better start getting ready. I've got on those pants that you gave me, They're much more comfortable than my usual dress. Come on, Jack! Let's go! I know the best places to get food, and supplies, and- you do have a crew, right? Because I am NOT sailing for months on end with Norington's men. They are the biggest PRATS I have even had the displeasure of meeting." Said Gabriella, a scowl on her face.
"Push Elizabeth! Come on! You can do this!" cried Will. He was standing next to his wife in the hospital, helping deliver their baby.
"Will, shut up! You can tell me you can do this once you've gone through pain such as this!" screamed Elizabeth. She let out a long moan that was interrupted by a scream of pain.
"The baby is almost out miss! I can see the head! Come on now, a few more tiny pushes! Just a few more! That's it miss!" cried the maid. Elizabeth pushed hard, and soon, it was over. She ached, and had nearly squeezed her husband's hand into dust.
"It's a girl, Mrs. Turner! A girl! Have you thought of a name?" said the maid. "Gabriella," Whispered Elizabeth. "Gabriella Elizabeth Turner. Clean her then give her to me, please." "Yes, Mrs. Turner."
Sixteen Years Later
"Come on, mother! Jack will be here any moment! We can't miss him!" cried Gabriella. "I'm coming, Gabriella! Calm down! See, he's here now." Said Elizabeth. Jack Sparrow knocked on the front door of the Turners' home, sure to look as giddy as usual. Gabriella had dark blue eyes, and fair, perfect skin, and raven black hair. She was thin and had a perfect figure. She had her father's determination and her mother's will of independence.
Gabriella ran, and opened the door, jumping into her godfather's arms. "Gabriella! My! You grow like weeds!" cried Jack, swaying as usual. "I've got a little gist for you love. Special for you." Said Jack. He pulled a small heart shaped, golden locket out of his jacket and placed it in her hand.
"Jack! Oh, It's absolutely splendid! How did you get it?" cried Gabriella putting the locket around her neck. "I didn't steal it, and that's just for your parents reassurance. I bought it from a trader on me way down here. Knew you'd like it. Quite fond of shiny things, just like your father." Said Jack, grinning at Will.
Gabriella laughed and kissed her godfather on his whiskery cheek, and gave a small sniff. He always smelled of rum, or some foreign substance that she couldn't recognize. She loved it more than most things in this world.
"Have you let Gabriella on a trip yet? And by a trip, I don't mean down to the market to go shopping with mummy. I mean a voyage, savvy? She's responsible enough, and she's learned most terms for sailing, and I could teach her what she doesn't know." Said Jack, as the adults sat down late that night drinking small glasses of wine, rum for Jack. "I don't know Jack. There'll be pirates." Said Elizabeth, a worried look on her face. Jack's eyes widened a considerable amount. "Your bloody husband is a pirate! The girl's godfather, me, is a pirate! How in your bloody common sense does that work out?" cried Jack, throwing his arms up in the air. "He's got a point, Elizabeth. And she's very handy with a sword, if I do say so my self." Said Will. He had taught her proper sword fighting, and Jack had taught her how to fight like a pirate. She would beat both of them normally. "Fine. Fine! She can go. But Jack, if anything happens to her-""You know, after saving you from Barbossa, you'd think that you'd trust me by now. And I am after all her Godfather. "Said Jack, taking a swig from his glass of rum. "I'll tell her in the morning then." Said Will. Everyone was that wasn't awake was awoken by a gleeful scream from Gabriella's room. She dressed quickly, and ran into her Godfather's room, and jumped on top of him, while he was still asleep. "Oh, I could just die now, Jack! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" cried Gabriella. She squeezed him, and caused him to fully awake. "No problem love. We're leaving tomorrow. I'm now to take you to Isle de Muerta. It's filled with all kinds of things that I want to give you and show you, and tech you about. But the giving part won't be too great, savvy?" Jack said groggily. "Completely! So, we'd better start getting ready. I've got on those pants that you gave me, They're much more comfortable than my usual dress. Come on, Jack! Let's go! I know the best places to get food, and supplies, and- you do have a crew, right? Because I am NOT sailing for months on end with Norington's men. They are the biggest PRATS I have even had the displeasure of meeting." Said Gabriella, a scowl on her face.