Hey I'm gonna try to get this thing done, I don't know if I should write a
sequel. I'm not sure if it would be that good or people would want it.
Please read and reply and tell me what you think!!
Sitting at her window Elizabeth gazed at the moon. Wherever Jack was he was staring at the same moon, in probably a far off ocean on the Pearl or at a whore-house ( a thought in her head said). Don't think those thoughts, she said to herself, firmly. He loves you, he told you so. Jack Sparrow never tells the truth, the voice said again. But he's changed, definitely changed. How could he not tell the truth? He's not Will. He'll never be.
"Come on Jack. Come on in for a little fun. There's no harm in that," a crewmate urged grinning, hand over the shoulder of a busting whore. "No thanks, Jay. I'll pass. 'Ey, I think I'll just go back to the Pearl," Jack responded. "You always say that Jack, ever wanna have a ole' bit of fun?"
"Nay, I got a lass back home." Jack walked off leaving half the male crew standing tutting over themselves. Many events like this had happened every night or so. The crew always telling him to go have some fun, but images of Elizabeth had alwalys flashed in his mind.
Watching the sea foam and the moon glitter Elizabeth felt a pang of pain flash in her abdomen. The baby's kicking she said to herself, smiling. What a energetic baby it is too. But then she felt a trickle flow between her legs. Had the baby come this soon? No, it couldn't. Much too early. Then Elizabeth felt like she had been kicked in the stomach again. A inbearable cramp followed. Blood trickled down. "Ann," She screamed sounding like a animal crying in pain. Ann bustled in, eyes wide opened. She saw Elizabeth laying in a pool of blood, tears streaming down her face. She gasped
Sitting at her window Elizabeth gazed at the moon. Wherever Jack was he was staring at the same moon, in probably a far off ocean on the Pearl or at a whore-house ( a thought in her head said). Don't think those thoughts, she said to herself, firmly. He loves you, he told you so. Jack Sparrow never tells the truth, the voice said again. But he's changed, definitely changed. How could he not tell the truth? He's not Will. He'll never be.
"Come on Jack. Come on in for a little fun. There's no harm in that," a crewmate urged grinning, hand over the shoulder of a busting whore. "No thanks, Jay. I'll pass. 'Ey, I think I'll just go back to the Pearl," Jack responded. "You always say that Jack, ever wanna have a ole' bit of fun?"
"Nay, I got a lass back home." Jack walked off leaving half the male crew standing tutting over themselves. Many events like this had happened every night or so. The crew always telling him to go have some fun, but images of Elizabeth had alwalys flashed in his mind.
Watching the sea foam and the moon glitter Elizabeth felt a pang of pain flash in her abdomen. The baby's kicking she said to herself, smiling. What a energetic baby it is too. But then she felt a trickle flow between her legs. Had the baby come this soon? No, it couldn't. Much too early. Then Elizabeth felt like she had been kicked in the stomach again. A inbearable cramp followed. Blood trickled down. "Ann," She screamed sounding like a animal crying in pain. Ann bustled in, eyes wide opened. She saw Elizabeth laying in a pool of blood, tears streaming down her face. She gasped