Davy walked down the cabin hallway to his room, and stopped
at one of the doors. Inside Lea lay on a bed as Patrick told her a story.
He studied her for a bit, her hair was strait and black like Alexa's, and
her eyes so much like his. Davy moved in closer to the doorway to listen to
Patrick's story.
"...Then he roped a couple of sea turtles together, and made a raft." Patrick exaggerated.
"What did he use for rope?" Lea asked fully engulfed in the story.
"Hair from his back." Patrick concluded. Davy laughed to himself. He heard that story more than once in his lifetime.
"Uncle Patrick?" Lea began.
"Yes, darling?" Patrick asked.
"Who's that man?" Lea wondered.
"What man?" Patrick looked at her.
"The one that Ms. Emma called Davy." Lea looked at Patrick. He took a deep breath, and opened his mouth to speak, but Lea cut in. "Is he my daddy?" The room became silent, and Davy looked at his daughter in aw. She wasn't as stupid as her mother then. He looked at Patrick. Patrick's face looked stricken, but he smiled gently.
"Yes, Lea." Patrick nodded. "He is."
"Ok, thank you. G'night" Lea smiled, and closed her eyes going into the pillows. Patrick sighed and turned, he glanced at Davy by the door. Davy turned to leave.
"Wait!" Patrick caught his arm, and closed Lea's door behind him. "Happy?"
"About what?" Davy asked.
"She's fully yours." Patrick sighed. Silence fell between them.
"No," Davy shook his head, "she's not I wasn't there for her. She yours."
"I can't believe that you're saying that I can have your daughter." Patrick joked. "I couldn't even take care of my own wife and son."
"Patrick, take her, I don't deserve her." Davy said quietly, giving Patrick a nasty look.
"Davy, you didn't know she was even born." Patrick shook his head.
"Your right, that means I have no right to even hold her." Davy shrugged.
"Oh please Davy, cut the mellow drama." Pearl walked up to them. "Maybe you should let Lea decide."
"She's two." Davy and Patrick said together.
Pearl started to walk away. "She's smarter than you two blokes put together."
Emma woke the next morning happy. She looked at her ring, soon to be Mrs. Emma Sparrow. Today they were in Port Royal. She was going to see her family, and show off her ring. It was a band, but that was fine. Emma was going to marry Davy! Butterflies started up in her stomach. The door swung open and Davy walked in.
"Davy!" Emma smiled and ran to him, her smile faded. "What's wrong?"
"Emma," Davy sighed, "Pearl said that it would be a good idea if Lea would choose if she rather stay with me or Patrick."
"Why would that matter?" Emma asked.
"I thought it would be strange to you if she said she wanted to stay with us." Davy shrugged.
"Of course not Davy." Emma smiled, "besides I think we should take a few years off, just to settle down a bit. In Port Royal."
"Why?" Davy smiled, knowing what she was going to say.
"To have bit of kids and wait till they're a little older to go pirating again." Emma bit her lip.
"Only a bit?" Davy sighed and smiled, and kissed her. Disappointment sounded in his voice.
"Maybe." Emma smiled. "Davy who's Patrick?" Davy looked down at her, and closed his eyes. His arms fell to his sides and he sat on the bed.
"My brother." He looked down at the ground and Emma sat next to him.
"What did he do?" Emma put a soothing hand on Davy's back.
"He left his wife and kid." Davy shook his head. "He left and never came back even when they got sick and died, he wasn't there for their funeral."
"Where was he?" Emma asked.
"We don't know," He shrugged, "He said he was too scared to come back, he couldn't face them, his wife was carrying a child when she died."
"That's terrible." Emma gasped. "Why did he leave?"
"He couldn't handle the responsibilities." Davy sighed. "He was scared he would fail them, but Patrick says he needed his freedom."
"He's your half brother right?" Emma asked, "He's twenty three, right?"
"Yes he's twenty three" Davy laughed, "but he's full."
Jessy looked at the land, she had grown used to it, but the freedom limited. The strange thing was she liked it. She felt somewhat more power over the ladies in the court. They were so frail and not outspoken as her. Jessy didn't mind scaring them when she spoke of things that they themselves would not speak of. Yes, she loved Port Royal, and the rules, and breaking them.
"Glad to be home?" Jessy turned to see her mother.
"Actually, yes." Jessy nodded, turning back to the land.
"Thought you would like it." Jane smiled coming to her daughter's side.
"No," Jessy shook her head, "you thought I would hate it, don't lie its bad for you."
"True." Jane sighed. "Thought you run away soon, and I would never see you again."
"But I didn't." Jessy pointed out. Turned her head for a moment, and saw Pearl and James together. "But he might just be gone from you before you know it."
Katherine sighed looking out to the sea. It was blue as usual nothing was different. Her family had been gone long enough, and she was starting to worry, maybe they sank to the bottom. Katherine took a deep breath to stop the tears form coming. She quickly scanned the sea, and something caught her eye. Her eyes darting back to the spot. Black sails sat upon a ship hidden behind the cliffs. Quickly, she turned back into her and Jack's house, and flew down the stairs careful not to miss any. Her belly was just starting to show and she didn't want to hurt the baby. She went strait into the study where Jack was calmly reading a book. He looked up at her. Her face was flushed from running down the stairs.
"Katherine what's wrong?" Jack got up and went to her.
"They're back!"
"...Then he roped a couple of sea turtles together, and made a raft." Patrick exaggerated.
"What did he use for rope?" Lea asked fully engulfed in the story.
"Hair from his back." Patrick concluded. Davy laughed to himself. He heard that story more than once in his lifetime.
"Uncle Patrick?" Lea began.
"Yes, darling?" Patrick asked.
"Who's that man?" Lea wondered.
"What man?" Patrick looked at her.
"The one that Ms. Emma called Davy." Lea looked at Patrick. He took a deep breath, and opened his mouth to speak, but Lea cut in. "Is he my daddy?" The room became silent, and Davy looked at his daughter in aw. She wasn't as stupid as her mother then. He looked at Patrick. Patrick's face looked stricken, but he smiled gently.
"Yes, Lea." Patrick nodded. "He is."
"Ok, thank you. G'night" Lea smiled, and closed her eyes going into the pillows. Patrick sighed and turned, he glanced at Davy by the door. Davy turned to leave.
"Wait!" Patrick caught his arm, and closed Lea's door behind him. "Happy?"
"About what?" Davy asked.
"She's fully yours." Patrick sighed. Silence fell between them.
"No," Davy shook his head, "she's not I wasn't there for her. She yours."
"I can't believe that you're saying that I can have your daughter." Patrick joked. "I couldn't even take care of my own wife and son."
"Patrick, take her, I don't deserve her." Davy said quietly, giving Patrick a nasty look.
"Davy, you didn't know she was even born." Patrick shook his head.
"Your right, that means I have no right to even hold her." Davy shrugged.
"Oh please Davy, cut the mellow drama." Pearl walked up to them. "Maybe you should let Lea decide."
"She's two." Davy and Patrick said together.
Pearl started to walk away. "She's smarter than you two blokes put together."
Emma woke the next morning happy. She looked at her ring, soon to be Mrs. Emma Sparrow. Today they were in Port Royal. She was going to see her family, and show off her ring. It was a band, but that was fine. Emma was going to marry Davy! Butterflies started up in her stomach. The door swung open and Davy walked in.
"Davy!" Emma smiled and ran to him, her smile faded. "What's wrong?"
"Emma," Davy sighed, "Pearl said that it would be a good idea if Lea would choose if she rather stay with me or Patrick."
"Why would that matter?" Emma asked.
"I thought it would be strange to you if she said she wanted to stay with us." Davy shrugged.
"Of course not Davy." Emma smiled, "besides I think we should take a few years off, just to settle down a bit. In Port Royal."
"Why?" Davy smiled, knowing what she was going to say.
"To have bit of kids and wait till they're a little older to go pirating again." Emma bit her lip.
"Only a bit?" Davy sighed and smiled, and kissed her. Disappointment sounded in his voice.
"Maybe." Emma smiled. "Davy who's Patrick?" Davy looked down at her, and closed his eyes. His arms fell to his sides and he sat on the bed.
"My brother." He looked down at the ground and Emma sat next to him.
"What did he do?" Emma put a soothing hand on Davy's back.
"He left his wife and kid." Davy shook his head. "He left and never came back even when they got sick and died, he wasn't there for their funeral."
"Where was he?" Emma asked.
"We don't know," He shrugged, "He said he was too scared to come back, he couldn't face them, his wife was carrying a child when she died."
"That's terrible." Emma gasped. "Why did he leave?"
"He couldn't handle the responsibilities." Davy sighed. "He was scared he would fail them, but Patrick says he needed his freedom."
"He's your half brother right?" Emma asked, "He's twenty three, right?"
"Yes he's twenty three" Davy laughed, "but he's full."
Jessy looked at the land, she had grown used to it, but the freedom limited. The strange thing was she liked it. She felt somewhat more power over the ladies in the court. They were so frail and not outspoken as her. Jessy didn't mind scaring them when she spoke of things that they themselves would not speak of. Yes, she loved Port Royal, and the rules, and breaking them.
"Glad to be home?" Jessy turned to see her mother.
"Actually, yes." Jessy nodded, turning back to the land.
"Thought you would like it." Jane smiled coming to her daughter's side.
"No," Jessy shook her head, "you thought I would hate it, don't lie its bad for you."
"True." Jane sighed. "Thought you run away soon, and I would never see you again."
"But I didn't." Jessy pointed out. Turned her head for a moment, and saw Pearl and James together. "But he might just be gone from you before you know it."
Katherine sighed looking out to the sea. It was blue as usual nothing was different. Her family had been gone long enough, and she was starting to worry, maybe they sank to the bottom. Katherine took a deep breath to stop the tears form coming. She quickly scanned the sea, and something caught her eye. Her eyes darting back to the spot. Black sails sat upon a ship hidden behind the cliffs. Quickly, she turned back into her and Jack's house, and flew down the stairs careful not to miss any. Her belly was just starting to show and she didn't want to hurt the baby. She went strait into the study where Jack was calmly reading a book. He looked up at her. Her face was flushed from running down the stairs.
"Katherine what's wrong?" Jack got up and went to her.
"They're back!"