TURNING
Disclaimer: Still don´t own anything...
A/N: Thank you so much, my two reviewers! *hugs* you rock! A/N 2: I don´t really write Jack´s accent. Ok`? Just remember... A/N 3: This chapter is kinda cheesy... but hey, it´s Will´s pov so... yeah. It´s just Will....
Thanks to: Mary again, for reading it ^-^ ; MY REVIEWERS! , my friend Tati for giving me „From hell"... nothing to do with the Fanfic... but „Wheee!" cool film.
Will's Pov
Talk... talk sounded deadly serious... The last time Elisabeth wanted to "talk" she had found out that the Commodore had a deadly disease and would die within the next four months. It had been a rather tragic chapter in our family's history. Though he did not get Elisabeth the way he had wanted to, he was still a close friend of ours and was always friendly and respectful. His sudden death meant a great loose for all of us.
Dinner this night was very quiet. Jackie now and then grinned devilish, because she knew she had caused the tension. And Jackie loved to fight. With words and swords equally. Elisabeth didn't eat much. Without much appetite she flipped every piece of pan cake five times and left about half the food she had put on her plate. I eat everything but was too distracted by what was going to happen to care much about it. The only one who was in a good mood seemed to be Bill- my 11 year old son. He talked on and on about the ship model he was building. No one really listened, but the frequent "That's nice. Bill´s and "Really, darling?"s seemed to be enough for him.
When we were finished I sent the children to bed. I knew there was no chance Jackie would actually sleep now, but Bill was still a sweet obeying child. Elisabeth sat down on the large couch in the living room and I took seat opposite of her in the old oak arm chair. Elisabeth played nervously with the strands of her golden hair. I knew she didn't know how to start, so I decided to make this easier for her.
"So, love, what is the matter?"
She looked up into my eyes, I could see how she took all her courage, and she is a courageous woman, believe me.
"Will, Jackie is not your daughter."
First I didn't know what she meant. I hadn't suspected her to say anything this directly. I sat a minute in silence, Elisabeth eyeing me, waiting for a reaction. That the full blow of what she had told me. The girl I had called my daughter already before she was born was not my child, but the child of someone else. Someone else. Someone Elisabeth had been with before me. I ... I didn't know what to say . Finally I could find my voice again, though my mind still felt fogged, like in a terrible nightmare, I couldn't wake up from, no matter how hard I struggled.
"Who is... "
"Jack."
Jack? Like Captain Jack Sparrow? Like the man I named my... his.. daughter after. The man I considered my best friend apart from my wife.
"When...?"
I couldn't bring my self to form full sentences. Saying it myself would make it true. It wasn't. it couldn't be.
"When we got stuck on that island, Will. I didn't mean to. I... we got dunk. Really drunk. They had hundreds of bottles of rum there and....we... I... I'm so sorry. I love you, Will."
I felt like throwing up.
"I need to be alone for a while. Good night, Elisabeth."
I went outside and was greeted by the cool night air. I took one last glance at Elisabeth through the window. She looked years older. She didn't cry. It looked like she had no tears left.
For hours I wandered around the streets. There was so much I needed to think about, so many things I had to get clear with myself. Still I am not able to put everything into words that crossed my mind then.
It was past midnight, when I returned home. To my surprise was still sitting on the couch I left her on. She had dark rings under her eyes and looked terrible. I knew any person that would have seen her like this would have thought what an ugly woman. But not me. And this was the moment all the things I had thought about so intensely made no more sense. All that mattered was that I loved her, I realized. I think she hadn't been so beautiful to me in years like she was in that moment. I knew we could get over it. We could talk it over. We could handle it. After all, if she ever found out what about my secret I would want her to do the same. Not that she´d ever know.
Elisabeth and I had talked a lot that night. We had agreed to tell Jackie the truth too. But only when she'd be off age next year. The whole affaire is pretty simple. Elisabeth can't be blamed for what happened on that island. What is her fault really is that she didn't tell me, but let me believe both the kids were mine. This can not be changed now. And if I may say so: I love Jackie, I would give my life to save that little troublemaker. And hadn't it been for the island, she would not even exist. You see, there sure ain't no use regretting anything.
We lived by this arrangement for well a month. Then the one thing happened Elisabeth and I hadn't talked about. We were sitting at the sea. The kids were in the house, either sleeping or ruining our furniture, the moon shone bright above us and everything was as peaceful as it hadn't been in a month. I looked in Elisabeth's face. She looked like some precious doll, so fragile I was nearly scared to break her. We starred at each other for a while, like we used to when we were young.
"God, Elisabeth, I love you."
"I love you too, Will."
I kissed her softly on the lips and she responded. The moment was just perfect, when suddenly someone behind us said out aloud,
"Man, still the old love birds? Looks like 17 years didn't change you two much."
"JACK! What the hell are you doing here?"
There he stood right behind us, Captain Jack Sparrow. I would like to add something like "my best friend" or "my worst enemy" here, but I am not really sure what to make of him. Elisabeth hadn´t told him about Jackie, she had said. Now my brains were working hard what to do. Oh, why did he have to show up now of all times? For 17 years we hadn´t seen anything of him, well except maybe once, shortly after Jackie´s birth. "Good tough girl you got there, whelp. Don´t spoil her, savvy?" he had said. But then, 17 years... nothing.
"What? Can´t a pirate just come around to stop by his little fledglings and have a look at their twenty cute kiddos?"
"Jack... there are only two..."
"Only two? Man, you disappoint me. I had expected ten the least. Aye.. let´s have a look at them anyhow." He turned his back and walked towards the house.
"Elisabeth, what are we going to do?"
She starred at me. "He does not know, Will, I think there is no need to tell him..."
"What does gorgeous Captain Jack not know, my dears?"
Both jumped at the voice next to their heads.
"Jack, don´t do that! We didn´t hear you coming back."
"I noticed that. And how often must I tell ya it´s Captain Jack?"
I got up and dragged Jack along inside- Elisabeth and I needed to talk that business over again.
A/N: Did you notice, Will´s got a secret, too! WOOHOO! Further explanations next chapter ^-^ thx for reading.
Disclaimer: Still don´t own anything...
A/N: Thank you so much, my two reviewers! *hugs* you rock! A/N 2: I don´t really write Jack´s accent. Ok`? Just remember... A/N 3: This chapter is kinda cheesy... but hey, it´s Will´s pov so... yeah. It´s just Will....
Thanks to: Mary again, for reading it ^-^ ; MY REVIEWERS! , my friend Tati for giving me „From hell"... nothing to do with the Fanfic... but „Wheee!" cool film.
Will's Pov
Talk... talk sounded deadly serious... The last time Elisabeth wanted to "talk" she had found out that the Commodore had a deadly disease and would die within the next four months. It had been a rather tragic chapter in our family's history. Though he did not get Elisabeth the way he had wanted to, he was still a close friend of ours and was always friendly and respectful. His sudden death meant a great loose for all of us.
Dinner this night was very quiet. Jackie now and then grinned devilish, because she knew she had caused the tension. And Jackie loved to fight. With words and swords equally. Elisabeth didn't eat much. Without much appetite she flipped every piece of pan cake five times and left about half the food she had put on her plate. I eat everything but was too distracted by what was going to happen to care much about it. The only one who was in a good mood seemed to be Bill- my 11 year old son. He talked on and on about the ship model he was building. No one really listened, but the frequent "That's nice. Bill´s and "Really, darling?"s seemed to be enough for him.
When we were finished I sent the children to bed. I knew there was no chance Jackie would actually sleep now, but Bill was still a sweet obeying child. Elisabeth sat down on the large couch in the living room and I took seat opposite of her in the old oak arm chair. Elisabeth played nervously with the strands of her golden hair. I knew she didn't know how to start, so I decided to make this easier for her.
"So, love, what is the matter?"
She looked up into my eyes, I could see how she took all her courage, and she is a courageous woman, believe me.
"Will, Jackie is not your daughter."
First I didn't know what she meant. I hadn't suspected her to say anything this directly. I sat a minute in silence, Elisabeth eyeing me, waiting for a reaction. That the full blow of what she had told me. The girl I had called my daughter already before she was born was not my child, but the child of someone else. Someone else. Someone Elisabeth had been with before me. I ... I didn't know what to say . Finally I could find my voice again, though my mind still felt fogged, like in a terrible nightmare, I couldn't wake up from, no matter how hard I struggled.
"Who is... "
"Jack."
Jack? Like Captain Jack Sparrow? Like the man I named my... his.. daughter after. The man I considered my best friend apart from my wife.
"When...?"
I couldn't bring my self to form full sentences. Saying it myself would make it true. It wasn't. it couldn't be.
"When we got stuck on that island, Will. I didn't mean to. I... we got dunk. Really drunk. They had hundreds of bottles of rum there and....we... I... I'm so sorry. I love you, Will."
I felt like throwing up.
"I need to be alone for a while. Good night, Elisabeth."
I went outside and was greeted by the cool night air. I took one last glance at Elisabeth through the window. She looked years older. She didn't cry. It looked like she had no tears left.
For hours I wandered around the streets. There was so much I needed to think about, so many things I had to get clear with myself. Still I am not able to put everything into words that crossed my mind then.
It was past midnight, when I returned home. To my surprise was still sitting on the couch I left her on. She had dark rings under her eyes and looked terrible. I knew any person that would have seen her like this would have thought what an ugly woman. But not me. And this was the moment all the things I had thought about so intensely made no more sense. All that mattered was that I loved her, I realized. I think she hadn't been so beautiful to me in years like she was in that moment. I knew we could get over it. We could talk it over. We could handle it. After all, if she ever found out what about my secret I would want her to do the same. Not that she´d ever know.
Elisabeth and I had talked a lot that night. We had agreed to tell Jackie the truth too. But only when she'd be off age next year. The whole affaire is pretty simple. Elisabeth can't be blamed for what happened on that island. What is her fault really is that she didn't tell me, but let me believe both the kids were mine. This can not be changed now. And if I may say so: I love Jackie, I would give my life to save that little troublemaker. And hadn't it been for the island, she would not even exist. You see, there sure ain't no use regretting anything.
We lived by this arrangement for well a month. Then the one thing happened Elisabeth and I hadn't talked about. We were sitting at the sea. The kids were in the house, either sleeping or ruining our furniture, the moon shone bright above us and everything was as peaceful as it hadn't been in a month. I looked in Elisabeth's face. She looked like some precious doll, so fragile I was nearly scared to break her. We starred at each other for a while, like we used to when we were young.
"God, Elisabeth, I love you."
"I love you too, Will."
I kissed her softly on the lips and she responded. The moment was just perfect, when suddenly someone behind us said out aloud,
"Man, still the old love birds? Looks like 17 years didn't change you two much."
"JACK! What the hell are you doing here?"
There he stood right behind us, Captain Jack Sparrow. I would like to add something like "my best friend" or "my worst enemy" here, but I am not really sure what to make of him. Elisabeth hadn´t told him about Jackie, she had said. Now my brains were working hard what to do. Oh, why did he have to show up now of all times? For 17 years we hadn´t seen anything of him, well except maybe once, shortly after Jackie´s birth. "Good tough girl you got there, whelp. Don´t spoil her, savvy?" he had said. But then, 17 years... nothing.
"What? Can´t a pirate just come around to stop by his little fledglings and have a look at their twenty cute kiddos?"
"Jack... there are only two..."
"Only two? Man, you disappoint me. I had expected ten the least. Aye.. let´s have a look at them anyhow." He turned his back and walked towards the house.
"Elisabeth, what are we going to do?"
She starred at me. "He does not know, Will, I think there is no need to tell him..."
"What does gorgeous Captain Jack not know, my dears?"
Both jumped at the voice next to their heads.
"Jack, don´t do that! We didn´t hear you coming back."
"I noticed that. And how often must I tell ya it´s Captain Jack?"
I got up and dragged Jack along inside- Elisabeth and I needed to talk that business over again.
A/N: Did you notice, Will´s got a secret, too! WOOHOO! Further explanations next chapter ^-^ thx for reading.