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Chapter 7
"It ain't how it looks"
Jack looked at Elizabeth, trying to understand what she had just said. Elizabeth watched him anxiously as he rubbed his head, indicated towards her and himself, and rubbed his head again in confusion.
"So what you're saying is… you're having a baby… and Will's… he's not the father, so...?" he tried to voice his thoughts.
"It must be you."
"But… you're marrying Will and I…"
"Jack, I know this is difficult-"
"Difficult?! Difficult don't cover it, love! I don't believe this," Jack said, covering his face as he stood up and walked over to the door.
"Jack, where are you going?"
"Nowhere. I don't know," he replied, turning round and walking back over to Elizabeth. She stood up and tentatively touched his arm, trying to calm him down. He pulled away from her.
"It's not my fault. It's you who brought out all that rum," Elizabeth said, defensively.
"Oh, well I don't remember forcin' ye to drink it!" he snapped, turning away. "Don't try blamin' me for this!"
Elizabeth sank back down, covering her face and trying to keep her tears back. "I'm sorry," she choked. Jack looked at her, and felt guilty for making her cry. She looked so sweet and vulnerable, he hated himself.
Sitting down next to her, he tried to comfort the girl. "Sorry… I was just surprised…" he looked appealingly at Elizabeth, and she looked helplessly back.
They looked at each other for a few minutes, then all of a sudden, Elizabeth found herself almost catapulting into Jack's arms. He held her tightly, and she cried silently, finally letting out her grief and worry. He knew how upset she was, but could find nothing to comfort her.
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Will was working on a sword for one of the members of the Navy, who had broken his blade while play fighting, when he thought of Elizabeth and Jack again. The thought had been nagging at the back of his mind all day, and suddenly it came to him. Was Elizabeth in love with Jack? She had told him she still loved him, but did she love the pirate as well? He pounded the sword slower and slower, losing his concentration, until finally he threw down his hammer. He was going to go and see what Elizabeth wanted with Jack, and find out whether his suspicion was correct, once and for all. He grabbed the leather waistcoat he had abandoned and exited the smithy, taking the hammer with him. He wasn't sure why, but subconsciously, he wanted to be prepared to deal with Jack.
Will ran up to the big house and knocked on the door. The butler answered, but he pushed past him roughly, heading for the drawing room. The Swann family always entertained guests there. He ignored the indignant call of, "I say!" behind him, and ran to the room. He stood in the doorway, hardly believing what he saw. There was Jack, holding Elizabeth in his arms, Elizabeth embracing him back, and… she seemed to be crying. Will didn't wait to find out. He strode into the room, knocking a pottery ornament onto the floor in his anger. Elizabeth looked up, hearing the crash. Her eyes widened as she realized what Will must think.
"Will! Stop!" she cried, jumping up as her fiancé grabbed Jack by the back of his shirt.
"It ain't how it looks, mate!" defended Jack, as Will swung him round to face him…
Ok, sorry it's a little shorter than usual but I wanted to get it posted! Please review!