The Diary Of Elizabeth Swann
Chapter thirteen: The Final Push
Disclaimer: I cannot be bothered to write one... like anyone is going to sue/kill/hunt me
A/N: I might not be writing you a disclaimer but I would NEVER pass up on a chance to do an A/N! I have been finding the last few chapters very hard to write. As my friend captiame had pointed out Diaries are very hard to do... and I'm brave to have a go! Smiles proudly but I think it is time to say goodbye to my fave little project sniff this chappy is just going to be normal. No diary entries or anything...because I see no other way of writing this... Will isn't exactly going to be scribbling away whilst his dying wife is giving birth. I like melodrama but that is TOO much. Maybe I'll do an epilogue/another chapter to tell you what happened to Will when the whole event is over.
Will hadn't moved in four hours. He had hardly blinked. He had so many thoughts rushing through his head that he couldn't even write them down in his diary, all that would come out would be babbling and mindless jumble. He felt so sad and hoped that Elizabeth wouldn't die. He'd give his life to keep her and the baby alive. He'd watch her from heaven if it was the only way.
He wiped his face and watched as Elizabeth finally woke up.
'Will? What happened? Oh!' As soon as Elizabeth had woken up she was clutching her bleeding stomach and crying in pain and staring horrified down at her bloodstained clothing.
Will sprung up unaware of his aching legs and took Elizabeth in his arms 'what's wrong? Are you Ok? Elizabeth!' He was shaking in fear as Elizabeth shrieked and struggled to get out her words. 'I'm...having the...baby!!!! Help... Oh! Help me!' she screamed and looked up at Will with pleading eyes.
He ripped off her skirt and...well; I'll leave the next bit out...
(A/N: insert birth of a baby by a man who has no idea what he is doing and a half dead woman here)
(Five hours later)
Elizabeth had pushed herself to the limits, but the baby was dead. She lay in Wills arms asleep after hours of crying. She hadn't stopped since she had seen her baby dead. Will rocked her in his arms and looked over at the bundle at the front of the cave. From where he was he could see a little blue face poking form a blanket and he sniffled to himself. If only he hadn't gone away. His baby would still be safe inside the woman he loved. He silently cursed and hugged Elizabeth tightly. At least he still had her... and always would. He would never leave her again. He would find a way of getting her to safety. What if they were being hunted? Will shooed away all of the thoughts and smiled gratefully at his wife. All they had been through and they still had each other. If that wasn't a good sign then he didn't know what was.
A/N: sniffles I think that that has nicely rounded up this fic without making it exhausted! Unlike poor Liz...
See ya later!!!! R'n'R!!!!
Afro Stacey
Chapter thirteen: The Final Push
Disclaimer: I cannot be bothered to write one... like anyone is going to sue/kill/hunt me
A/N: I might not be writing you a disclaimer but I would NEVER pass up on a chance to do an A/N! I have been finding the last few chapters very hard to write. As my friend captiame had pointed out Diaries are very hard to do... and I'm brave to have a go! Smiles proudly but I think it is time to say goodbye to my fave little project sniff this chappy is just going to be normal. No diary entries or anything...because I see no other way of writing this... Will isn't exactly going to be scribbling away whilst his dying wife is giving birth. I like melodrama but that is TOO much. Maybe I'll do an epilogue/another chapter to tell you what happened to Will when the whole event is over.
Will hadn't moved in four hours. He had hardly blinked. He had so many thoughts rushing through his head that he couldn't even write them down in his diary, all that would come out would be babbling and mindless jumble. He felt so sad and hoped that Elizabeth wouldn't die. He'd give his life to keep her and the baby alive. He'd watch her from heaven if it was the only way.
He wiped his face and watched as Elizabeth finally woke up.
'Will? What happened? Oh!' As soon as Elizabeth had woken up she was clutching her bleeding stomach and crying in pain and staring horrified down at her bloodstained clothing.
Will sprung up unaware of his aching legs and took Elizabeth in his arms 'what's wrong? Are you Ok? Elizabeth!' He was shaking in fear as Elizabeth shrieked and struggled to get out her words. 'I'm...having the...baby!!!! Help... Oh! Help me!' she screamed and looked up at Will with pleading eyes.
He ripped off her skirt and...well; I'll leave the next bit out...
(A/N: insert birth of a baby by a man who has no idea what he is doing and a half dead woman here)
(Five hours later)
Elizabeth had pushed herself to the limits, but the baby was dead. She lay in Wills arms asleep after hours of crying. She hadn't stopped since she had seen her baby dead. Will rocked her in his arms and looked over at the bundle at the front of the cave. From where he was he could see a little blue face poking form a blanket and he sniffled to himself. If only he hadn't gone away. His baby would still be safe inside the woman he loved. He silently cursed and hugged Elizabeth tightly. At least he still had her... and always would. He would never leave her again. He would find a way of getting her to safety. What if they were being hunted? Will shooed away all of the thoughts and smiled gratefully at his wife. All they had been through and they still had each other. If that wasn't a good sign then he didn't know what was.
A/N: sniffles I think that that has nicely rounded up this fic without making it exhausted! Unlike poor Liz...
See ya later!!!! R'n'R!!!!
Afro Stacey