TURNING
Disclaimer: I only own Jackie & Bill. Nothing more.
A/N: I´m not good at writing Jack´s accent. Sorry. Just imagine him talking that way, ok?
Flame if you think it´s necessary... but be nice about spelling mistakes... keep in mind
English isn´t my native language. Thanks to: My friend Mary, who was the first one to read this stuff.
Elisabeth's Pov
I believe that everyone has some dark secret. Everyone. Even people like me. When I walk to the market to get some vegetables and fresh milk for lunch, old women stop by and talk about me. It does not matter, they talk about everyone. And my life has indeed been quite interesting- not everyone chooses a black smith over a Commodore. Even after 17 years of marriage some people still talk about it and wonder why I did what I did. But that is not the kind of secret I talk about. My secret is something no one knows except for me. Something I never dared to speak about, even to my husband, afraid he might turn from me if he knew. I often think about the decisions I took 17 years ago but I always come to the conclusion that I did make the right choice. I am only afraid that one day Will will find out about what happened all those years ago on the lonely island with Jack...
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We were stranded on this damned island in the middle of nowhere. And stupid Jack Sparrow said he got off here by the help of smugglers last time. That was the great secret. The whole trick. Three days of drinking rum at the beach. And then a rescue. Oh, how I wished he had died back then.
At least that man knew how to make a fire. And the rum wasn't to bad either one got used to it, which was the case after having drained 3 and a half bottles. Jacks ok, too. I taught him that pirate song, so we could sing it while dancing around the fire. Funny... hihi...I guess Id had a bit too much.
I let myself fall next to Jack. We are so drunk we can not stand on our feet any longer. So instead we started talking total nonsense.
"... and I´ll have me own fleet and be the most feared pirate in the whole Caribbean!" he proclaimed happily.
"Or in the whole WORLD!" he nodded in approval and we let our bottles bang together before taking another sip.
"Jack, do you think we will find Will?"
"Captain Jack, darlin´. And yeah, we'll get to the whelp. Eventually. Ah... he said he would die for you. That plan sucked from the start, nah?"
"Oh Jack... why can't things run smooth for once? Why can't he look after himself? Why did he have to give himself away?"
"Remember, he's only a whelp, darlin´. And it's Captain Jack, savvy?"
"If it weren't for him we wouldn't be stuck on this goddamn island."
"Yep, but we would miss all the fun..."
Jack leaned over and kissed me on the lips, as forceful, as the alcohol would allow him to. NOOOO! my mind screamed for a moment, but then I had already forgotten just why not ... bloody rum... so I kissed him back with equal drunken want. Without much ado Jack let his hands slip under my dress and him hands ran all over my body. And mine willingly did the same.
The next morning I woke up next to Jack. I had a terrible hangover and my clothes were terribly out of place. I hadn't... we hadn't... or had we? I was terrified. I sat up in a hurry, but my head felt like it had been smashed with a hammer, so I lay down again. I looked over at Jack. His shirt was open and I could see the scar on his chest. A memory of caressing that scar with my tongue came back to me and I suddenly felt very, very sick. Despite my banging head I ran over to the water and threw up. Probably from the rum. I usually wasn't much of a drinker really. I washed myself with the cool water and tried to get the smell of Jack Sparrow off me. And the smell of rum, which is pretty similar to the smell of Jack Sparrow. This was so sick. I had to do something. The cool water made me calm down and think straight. We needed to be found. The whole navy was after me... a fire. I would make a fire and by the way burn all that devilish rum in it. Yes, that was the plan.
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Maybe I would have to tell Will someday, that our daughter Jackie was conceived in that very night. When I got home this day I found Jackie sitting in the kitchen, flipping through the pages of an old pirate book.
"Hi Mum."
"Hello, Jackie."
Will had insisted on naming her after Jack. It made me feel really bad back then and sometimes it still does. He does not even know the reason why Jackie is the perfect name for her.
"What are you doing."
"Baking cookies. Man, mum, I'm obviously reading. But now you are here..." she grinned at me wickedly. "I did some calculating today."
That would actually be the first time she did it voluntarily.
"I was born 6 months after Dad and you got married. You kind of hit it off before?" I looked at her shocked.
"Jackie...."
Why did I have to have such a curious daughter?
"What did the people say about that? Guess grandpa wasn't very pleased, right?"
"Jackie, other people have proved to be polite enough to ignore such a private matter."
I couldn't believe she was doing that. To make it all even worse Will entered the room at that exact moment. "Whatever it is, listen to your mother , Jackie."
"Man, I only wanted to know why my parents were so damn getting it on before their marriage and I'm not even allowed to meet Charles Becker."
So that's what it was all about. I had found the two of them kissing in the old boat house a week ago and being in quite a rage I had forbade her to see him ever again. 14 days of being bound to her room should do the trick. Now she was getting back at me.
"Jackie..." Will said," though it is none of your business, I assume you that your mother and I have never done anything improper before we got married."
"Sure. And how do you explain my existence?"
"Child, what are you talking about?"
"Dad, do finally learn to calculate. I came to be more than three months before your marriage." These were her final words. She exited the room, knowing full well that she left us either with tons of embarrassment or some things to explain.
"What does she mean, Elisabeth?"
There were two opportunities to solve this. One was to deny everything, claim I had no idea what my daughter was talking about. I know that Will loves me and would believe me if I told him I saw the pig in the front yard fly. The other was to admit it. I always thought I would have to some day. But I always calmed my conscience by telling myself I was waiting for the right moment to do so. I badly want to do the first one. Just hide behind another lie. The problem is I love will. I love Will Turner. And I feared that if I didn´t tell him now I would never be able to look into his eyes again.
"will... I need to talk to you."
He looks at me like he does not understand. Talking... it seems to be something serious. All he had wanted was some simple explanation to believe.
"Let´s do it after dinner, ok? It is rather... well it could be a long talk."
Disclaimer: I only own Jackie & Bill. Nothing more.
A/N: I´m not good at writing Jack´s accent. Sorry. Just imagine him talking that way, ok?
Flame if you think it´s necessary... but be nice about spelling mistakes... keep in mind
English isn´t my native language. Thanks to: My friend Mary, who was the first one to read this stuff.
Elisabeth's Pov
I believe that everyone has some dark secret. Everyone. Even people like me. When I walk to the market to get some vegetables and fresh milk for lunch, old women stop by and talk about me. It does not matter, they talk about everyone. And my life has indeed been quite interesting- not everyone chooses a black smith over a Commodore. Even after 17 years of marriage some people still talk about it and wonder why I did what I did. But that is not the kind of secret I talk about. My secret is something no one knows except for me. Something I never dared to speak about, even to my husband, afraid he might turn from me if he knew. I often think about the decisions I took 17 years ago but I always come to the conclusion that I did make the right choice. I am only afraid that one day Will will find out about what happened all those years ago on the lonely island with Jack...
----
We were stranded on this damned island in the middle of nowhere. And stupid Jack Sparrow said he got off here by the help of smugglers last time. That was the great secret. The whole trick. Three days of drinking rum at the beach. And then a rescue. Oh, how I wished he had died back then.
At least that man knew how to make a fire. And the rum wasn't to bad either one got used to it, which was the case after having drained 3 and a half bottles. Jacks ok, too. I taught him that pirate song, so we could sing it while dancing around the fire. Funny... hihi...I guess Id had a bit too much.
I let myself fall next to Jack. We are so drunk we can not stand on our feet any longer. So instead we started talking total nonsense.
"... and I´ll have me own fleet and be the most feared pirate in the whole Caribbean!" he proclaimed happily.
"Or in the whole WORLD!" he nodded in approval and we let our bottles bang together before taking another sip.
"Jack, do you think we will find Will?"
"Captain Jack, darlin´. And yeah, we'll get to the whelp. Eventually. Ah... he said he would die for you. That plan sucked from the start, nah?"
"Oh Jack... why can't things run smooth for once? Why can't he look after himself? Why did he have to give himself away?"
"Remember, he's only a whelp, darlin´. And it's Captain Jack, savvy?"
"If it weren't for him we wouldn't be stuck on this goddamn island."
"Yep, but we would miss all the fun..."
Jack leaned over and kissed me on the lips, as forceful, as the alcohol would allow him to. NOOOO! my mind screamed for a moment, but then I had already forgotten just why not ... bloody rum... so I kissed him back with equal drunken want. Without much ado Jack let his hands slip under my dress and him hands ran all over my body. And mine willingly did the same.
The next morning I woke up next to Jack. I had a terrible hangover and my clothes were terribly out of place. I hadn't... we hadn't... or had we? I was terrified. I sat up in a hurry, but my head felt like it had been smashed with a hammer, so I lay down again. I looked over at Jack. His shirt was open and I could see the scar on his chest. A memory of caressing that scar with my tongue came back to me and I suddenly felt very, very sick. Despite my banging head I ran over to the water and threw up. Probably from the rum. I usually wasn't much of a drinker really. I washed myself with the cool water and tried to get the smell of Jack Sparrow off me. And the smell of rum, which is pretty similar to the smell of Jack Sparrow. This was so sick. I had to do something. The cool water made me calm down and think straight. We needed to be found. The whole navy was after me... a fire. I would make a fire and by the way burn all that devilish rum in it. Yes, that was the plan.
----
Maybe I would have to tell Will someday, that our daughter Jackie was conceived in that very night. When I got home this day I found Jackie sitting in the kitchen, flipping through the pages of an old pirate book.
"Hi Mum."
"Hello, Jackie."
Will had insisted on naming her after Jack. It made me feel really bad back then and sometimes it still does. He does not even know the reason why Jackie is the perfect name for her.
"What are you doing."
"Baking cookies. Man, mum, I'm obviously reading. But now you are here..." she grinned at me wickedly. "I did some calculating today."
That would actually be the first time she did it voluntarily.
"I was born 6 months after Dad and you got married. You kind of hit it off before?" I looked at her shocked.
"Jackie...."
Why did I have to have such a curious daughter?
"What did the people say about that? Guess grandpa wasn't very pleased, right?"
"Jackie, other people have proved to be polite enough to ignore such a private matter."
I couldn't believe she was doing that. To make it all even worse Will entered the room at that exact moment. "Whatever it is, listen to your mother , Jackie."
"Man, I only wanted to know why my parents were so damn getting it on before their marriage and I'm not even allowed to meet Charles Becker."
So that's what it was all about. I had found the two of them kissing in the old boat house a week ago and being in quite a rage I had forbade her to see him ever again. 14 days of being bound to her room should do the trick. Now she was getting back at me.
"Jackie..." Will said," though it is none of your business, I assume you that your mother and I have never done anything improper before we got married."
"Sure. And how do you explain my existence?"
"Child, what are you talking about?"
"Dad, do finally learn to calculate. I came to be more than three months before your marriage." These were her final words. She exited the room, knowing full well that she left us either with tons of embarrassment or some things to explain.
"What does she mean, Elisabeth?"
There were two opportunities to solve this. One was to deny everything, claim I had no idea what my daughter was talking about. I know that Will loves me and would believe me if I told him I saw the pig in the front yard fly. The other was to admit it. I always thought I would have to some day. But I always calmed my conscience by telling myself I was waiting for the right moment to do so. I badly want to do the first one. Just hide behind another lie. The problem is I love will. I love Will Turner. And I feared that if I didn´t tell him now I would never be able to look into his eyes again.
"will... I need to talk to you."
He looks at me like he does not understand. Talking... it seems to be something serious. All he had wanted was some simple explanation to believe.
"Let´s do it after dinner, ok? It is rather... well it could be a long talk."