I Think This Might Be The Epilogue, As The Real Plot Ended Last Chapter
A/N: I managed to get all the way through a fic without sorting out the chapters. And I thought an epilogue would round off my first complete fic nicely. Yes, this is it for Secrets. Maybe a Secrets 2 is in order, tell me what you think and then I will start hitting my head off hanging baskets again for inspiration (Don't ask, just don't. But if you really must, ask Afrostacey. She'll delight in telling you...)
JACK SMILED nicely at the Commodore. The Commodore scowled, but couldn't do anything. They were at a garden party. One being held by Will and Liz, no less, to celebrate the birth of their twins. And the governor had granted Jack temporary two-day amnesty. So all Norrington could do was watch him. "Why'd you invite him?" he leaned across to Elizabeth. "Because we're trying to get him to meet people, and this is what got me the amnesty. James has to be here." "Oh right." Jack looked gloomily at his drink, but only for a few minutes. Anamaria came back from where Will and her had been dancing a particularly energetic jig. She swung herself into the seat next to him and laughingly said "You should see Will go! I really chose the wrong bloke. Hey, Liz, you wanna swap?" "God no!" Jack widened his eyes. "All those kids! It'd drive me mad!" "I second Jack's feelings. Jack would drive me up the wall. I've already got five kids. Another one might be the last straw!" Elizabeth put the twins in a basket and pulled Will up. "Come on Will, let's go!" And ran out onto the dance floor. "That Will certainly can dance," Anamaria smiled at him. "O.K, O.K! I get the hint. I can do it ten times better, I bet you any money," Jack was heading for the floor, Anamaria following.
Gibb's PoV
Gibbs was there, of course. He was an old friend. The other men were having a booze up in one of the most disreputable bars in Port Royal, The Smoking Gun. He watched the two couples dancing and laughing. It was an old jig, and required much partner changing. The look on Jack's face as he found Will on his arm was one that would be painted by an artist with a strange sense of humour. It was making the women laugh though, and even the Commodore was smiling, though that might have been more at the fact Jack was in pain, more than it was amusing. Gibbs was proud of Jack. He hadn't seen him so happy in a long time. It was good. Gibbs drained his mug and slyly filled his hip flask from the bottle of rum in front of him.
Will's PoV
It was the end of the party and Jack and Anamaria had weaved their way back to the Pearl. Will missed the Pearl. It was like Jack had said. Pirating was in the blood. And you couldn't change your blood. He rolled over in bed, and saw Liz lying, fast asleep. He got out the bed and went to the two cribs at the bottom of the bed. One was called Jack, the other Pearl. Jack had been as pleased as Punch after hearing that, and had boasted about it all night. He smiled as his mind replayed the pirate tripping going down the stairs to the road, then standing up and saying "I'm O.K. I meant to do that. Honest." He walked through to the other rooms, where his eldest daughter, Freda, lay. She moved in her dreams and Will tucked her in. In the next room were the two boys, Bill (after their grandfather) and Rudy.
Elizabeth's PoV
She woke up to see Will holding Jack, rocking him back to sleep, by the window. The names had been Will's idea. It showed something about him that he would never tell her. When he heard her he replaced the baby and she joined him at the French window "It calls to you, doesn't it? The sea." Will looked out over the port. He could see the Pearl. He sighed. "Yes. It does." He replied flatly. "But my first duty is here and always will be. Maybe when the children are older..." he opened the doors and went out onto the balcony. She watched him take deep breaths. How many times had she woken in the dead of night to find a cold space beside her, and him standing out here, breathing in the air from the sea. She sometimes joined him, and he would stay in bed for a few nights. But always the sea would call him back, like an impatient mistress. And he would be the one who took the iron parts down to the dock, not one of the apprentices. It hurt her to see she had a second place in his heart. Sometimes she cursed Jack's coming, waking the pirate in him, making him lust for the blue sparkle and far off horizons of the sea. But there was nothing she could do. She would just have to wait and see what came tomorrow. She turned and went back into the bedroom. Will followed her a while after, shutting the French windows behind him.
Anamaria's PoV
Anamaria lay pressed against her lover, warm and happy. She breathed in his spicy scent and cuddled down into his arms. As if in response, Jack pressed closer, hugging her tighter, breath ruffling her hair. He mumbled in his sleep, and she stroked his arm till he settled again. She was vaguely worried about what could come of this love, but that was for another day. Now, she just smiled sleepily, and closed her eyes. Who knew what the horizon would bring? But as long as she had her sword, and someone she could trust beside her, she would always be ready for it.
A/N:
Cheesy Narrator: And as the moon shines down on this happy land-
Freak: Bugger off! I can do that by myself!
Cheesy Narrator: Oh, fine then. Err, do I still get paid?
Freak: (Ignores Narrator)
C.N: Oh, O.K then. (Sniffs and scuffs floor)
Freak: Oh here, have a carrot.
C.N: Ooh, ta. (Goes away)
Cheese to everyone who tells me whether they want a sequel, and double amounts if you tell me you like this. And if you do, and I can be arsed, I might just carry on...
A/N: I managed to get all the way through a fic without sorting out the chapters. And I thought an epilogue would round off my first complete fic nicely. Yes, this is it for Secrets. Maybe a Secrets 2 is in order, tell me what you think and then I will start hitting my head off hanging baskets again for inspiration (Don't ask, just don't. But if you really must, ask Afrostacey. She'll delight in telling you...)
JACK SMILED nicely at the Commodore. The Commodore scowled, but couldn't do anything. They were at a garden party. One being held by Will and Liz, no less, to celebrate the birth of their twins. And the governor had granted Jack temporary two-day amnesty. So all Norrington could do was watch him. "Why'd you invite him?" he leaned across to Elizabeth. "Because we're trying to get him to meet people, and this is what got me the amnesty. James has to be here." "Oh right." Jack looked gloomily at his drink, but only for a few minutes. Anamaria came back from where Will and her had been dancing a particularly energetic jig. She swung herself into the seat next to him and laughingly said "You should see Will go! I really chose the wrong bloke. Hey, Liz, you wanna swap?" "God no!" Jack widened his eyes. "All those kids! It'd drive me mad!" "I second Jack's feelings. Jack would drive me up the wall. I've already got five kids. Another one might be the last straw!" Elizabeth put the twins in a basket and pulled Will up. "Come on Will, let's go!" And ran out onto the dance floor. "That Will certainly can dance," Anamaria smiled at him. "O.K, O.K! I get the hint. I can do it ten times better, I bet you any money," Jack was heading for the floor, Anamaria following.
Gibb's PoV
Gibbs was there, of course. He was an old friend. The other men were having a booze up in one of the most disreputable bars in Port Royal, The Smoking Gun. He watched the two couples dancing and laughing. It was an old jig, and required much partner changing. The look on Jack's face as he found Will on his arm was one that would be painted by an artist with a strange sense of humour. It was making the women laugh though, and even the Commodore was smiling, though that might have been more at the fact Jack was in pain, more than it was amusing. Gibbs was proud of Jack. He hadn't seen him so happy in a long time. It was good. Gibbs drained his mug and slyly filled his hip flask from the bottle of rum in front of him.
Will's PoV
It was the end of the party and Jack and Anamaria had weaved their way back to the Pearl. Will missed the Pearl. It was like Jack had said. Pirating was in the blood. And you couldn't change your blood. He rolled over in bed, and saw Liz lying, fast asleep. He got out the bed and went to the two cribs at the bottom of the bed. One was called Jack, the other Pearl. Jack had been as pleased as Punch after hearing that, and had boasted about it all night. He smiled as his mind replayed the pirate tripping going down the stairs to the road, then standing up and saying "I'm O.K. I meant to do that. Honest." He walked through to the other rooms, where his eldest daughter, Freda, lay. She moved in her dreams and Will tucked her in. In the next room were the two boys, Bill (after their grandfather) and Rudy.
Elizabeth's PoV
She woke up to see Will holding Jack, rocking him back to sleep, by the window. The names had been Will's idea. It showed something about him that he would never tell her. When he heard her he replaced the baby and she joined him at the French window "It calls to you, doesn't it? The sea." Will looked out over the port. He could see the Pearl. He sighed. "Yes. It does." He replied flatly. "But my first duty is here and always will be. Maybe when the children are older..." he opened the doors and went out onto the balcony. She watched him take deep breaths. How many times had she woken in the dead of night to find a cold space beside her, and him standing out here, breathing in the air from the sea. She sometimes joined him, and he would stay in bed for a few nights. But always the sea would call him back, like an impatient mistress. And he would be the one who took the iron parts down to the dock, not one of the apprentices. It hurt her to see she had a second place in his heart. Sometimes she cursed Jack's coming, waking the pirate in him, making him lust for the blue sparkle and far off horizons of the sea. But there was nothing she could do. She would just have to wait and see what came tomorrow. She turned and went back into the bedroom. Will followed her a while after, shutting the French windows behind him.
Anamaria's PoV
Anamaria lay pressed against her lover, warm and happy. She breathed in his spicy scent and cuddled down into his arms. As if in response, Jack pressed closer, hugging her tighter, breath ruffling her hair. He mumbled in his sleep, and she stroked his arm till he settled again. She was vaguely worried about what could come of this love, but that was for another day. Now, she just smiled sleepily, and closed her eyes. Who knew what the horizon would bring? But as long as she had her sword, and someone she could trust beside her, she would always be ready for it.
A/N:
Cheesy Narrator: And as the moon shines down on this happy land-
Freak: Bugger off! I can do that by myself!
Cheesy Narrator: Oh, fine then. Err, do I still get paid?
Freak: (Ignores Narrator)
C.N: Oh, O.K then. (Sniffs and scuffs floor)
Freak: Oh here, have a carrot.
C.N: Ooh, ta. (Goes away)
Cheese to everyone who tells me whether they want a sequel, and double amounts if you tell me you like this. And if you do, and I can be arsed, I might just carry on...