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When I woke up, I was feeling OK, but I was starving. I groaned as I sat up, my hand on my head. I felt someone's arm around my shoulders, helping me sit up. I looked over and I saw Will's smiling face looking back at me. "It's about time you woke up," he said. "How long's it been?" I asked. "Three days, I think. Am I right Jack?" "Aye." He walked into my line of sight. "Welcome back Miss Turner." I nodded slowly. "Turner?" Elizabeth asked from her spot on the floor. "I thought your name was Alexandra." "It is," Will and I said together. "When why did he say 'Miss Turner?'" She asked, curious. "It's a long story," Will, Jack, and I said at the same time. Will and I smiled. Jack rolled his eyes. "Anyways," I said to Elizabeth. "What was so important? What did you need to talk to me about?" Elizabeth exchanged glances with Jack. He nodded. "Will, why don't you and I go outside?" he asked. But it wasn't really a question. Will glanced at me. I shrugged. He stood, nodded to Elizabeth, and left with Jack right behind him.
"So, what is it?" I asked. Elizabeth sat on the cot by my feet. I moved them to make more room for her. She sighed. "Drika . . . I think I'm pregnant." "What?!" She smiled sadly. "Will and I got married a few days ago and . . . well . . ." She blushed. "So . . . why is it that Jack knows and Will doesn't?" She looked at me, shocked. "How did you know that?" "It wasn't hard to guess. I've known Will and Jack AND you long enough to know what's up. So, why did you need to tell me? Shouldn't you have told Will?" "I . . . I can't." "Why not?" "I just . . . can't. And I was hoping . . . you'd tell him?" I looked up at her and I saw the hope in her eyes. And . . . the fear? Why is she scared? I wondered. Before I realized it, I had nodded and she hugged me, saying "Thank you so much," over and over again. Well, I thought. Here goes nothing.
Elizabeth and I walked outside. "Will?" I called. He turned to face me and almost missed blocking Jack's sword. "Can I have a word?" They both put their swords away. Elizabeth went out to sit under a nearby tree and Will followed me inside. I walked over my cot and sat down. Ok . . . here goes. I opened my mouth, but the words wouldn't form. "What is it Drika?" I stood up and tried again. Nothing. I tried drinking water and clearing my throat, but nothing happened. "Drika . . . what's wrong with you?" I can't do this, I thought. But why? I sat down on the cot hard. Too hard. The words were out of my mouth before I knew it. "Will, Elizabeth thinks she's pregnant." He stared at the floor. "This is bad . . . isn't it Drika." "I'm afraid so Will." "How can we explain it to her father?" He spun around to face me, eyes wide. "We can't. And we won't." "Then what are we to do with her?" He had nothing to say at this. "We can't hide her for nine months." I paced back and forth on the cold floor. Then I stopped and turned on my heel to face him. "Jack." "What?" "Jack. Jack can take Elizabeth on the Black Pearl. You can go with them." "But Jack doesn't know. And I'm not saying if Elizabeth doesn't want me to," "But he does know, Will. He knew before either of us." "Ah. I see." "You aren't . . mad at Elizabeth for not telling you . . . are you?" He shook his head. "Of course not." He sighed. "I just thought the danger was over. Now it's just beginning." "I know, but what other choice do we have?" "I don't think you have any, lassie," came Jack's voice. He was leaning against the doorframe. Elizabeth appeared at his side. Her eyes were red. She went in and hugged Will so tightly I don't think he could breath. "I'm so scared," she sobbed. "What am supposed to do?" Will sighed. "We have to leave Port Royal." She pulled back just enough so she could look at him. "What?" He nodded. "We have to take you to another island." "And . . . how will we get there?" "The Black Pearl," Jack and I said together. "And . . . where are we going to get a crew?" "That's already taken care of, Mrs. Turner, don't you worry." We all turned to face Seth (who had spoken) and Jim. Behind them were about twenty other men. "We're here to serve," Seth said. And they were.
When I woke up, I was feeling OK, but I was starving. I groaned as I sat up, my hand on my head. I felt someone's arm around my shoulders, helping me sit up. I looked over and I saw Will's smiling face looking back at me. "It's about time you woke up," he said. "How long's it been?" I asked. "Three days, I think. Am I right Jack?" "Aye." He walked into my line of sight. "Welcome back Miss Turner." I nodded slowly. "Turner?" Elizabeth asked from her spot on the floor. "I thought your name was Alexandra." "It is," Will and I said together. "When why did he say 'Miss Turner?'" She asked, curious. "It's a long story," Will, Jack, and I said at the same time. Will and I smiled. Jack rolled his eyes. "Anyways," I said to Elizabeth. "What was so important? What did you need to talk to me about?" Elizabeth exchanged glances with Jack. He nodded. "Will, why don't you and I go outside?" he asked. But it wasn't really a question. Will glanced at me. I shrugged. He stood, nodded to Elizabeth, and left with Jack right behind him.
"So, what is it?" I asked. Elizabeth sat on the cot by my feet. I moved them to make more room for her. She sighed. "Drika . . . I think I'm pregnant." "What?!" She smiled sadly. "Will and I got married a few days ago and . . . well . . ." She blushed. "So . . . why is it that Jack knows and Will doesn't?" She looked at me, shocked. "How did you know that?" "It wasn't hard to guess. I've known Will and Jack AND you long enough to know what's up. So, why did you need to tell me? Shouldn't you have told Will?" "I . . . I can't." "Why not?" "I just . . . can't. And I was hoping . . . you'd tell him?" I looked up at her and I saw the hope in her eyes. And . . . the fear? Why is she scared? I wondered. Before I realized it, I had nodded and she hugged me, saying "Thank you so much," over and over again. Well, I thought. Here goes nothing.
Elizabeth and I walked outside. "Will?" I called. He turned to face me and almost missed blocking Jack's sword. "Can I have a word?" They both put their swords away. Elizabeth went out to sit under a nearby tree and Will followed me inside. I walked over my cot and sat down. Ok . . . here goes. I opened my mouth, but the words wouldn't form. "What is it Drika?" I stood up and tried again. Nothing. I tried drinking water and clearing my throat, but nothing happened. "Drika . . . what's wrong with you?" I can't do this, I thought. But why? I sat down on the cot hard. Too hard. The words were out of my mouth before I knew it. "Will, Elizabeth thinks she's pregnant." He stared at the floor. "This is bad . . . isn't it Drika." "I'm afraid so Will." "How can we explain it to her father?" He spun around to face me, eyes wide. "We can't. And we won't." "Then what are we to do with her?" He had nothing to say at this. "We can't hide her for nine months." I paced back and forth on the cold floor. Then I stopped and turned on my heel to face him. "Jack." "What?" "Jack. Jack can take Elizabeth on the Black Pearl. You can go with them." "But Jack doesn't know. And I'm not saying if Elizabeth doesn't want me to," "But he does know, Will. He knew before either of us." "Ah. I see." "You aren't . . mad at Elizabeth for not telling you . . . are you?" He shook his head. "Of course not." He sighed. "I just thought the danger was over. Now it's just beginning." "I know, but what other choice do we have?" "I don't think you have any, lassie," came Jack's voice. He was leaning against the doorframe. Elizabeth appeared at his side. Her eyes were red. She went in and hugged Will so tightly I don't think he could breath. "I'm so scared," she sobbed. "What am supposed to do?" Will sighed. "We have to leave Port Royal." She pulled back just enough so she could look at him. "What?" He nodded. "We have to take you to another island." "And . . . how will we get there?" "The Black Pearl," Jack and I said together. "And . . . where are we going to get a crew?" "That's already taken care of, Mrs. Turner, don't you worry." We all turned to face Seth (who had spoken) and Jim. Behind them were about twenty other men. "We're here to serve," Seth said. And they were.