Responses-
Kevin luver- yes, the governor was evil, and you have the right to smack him. He deserved that. Feel free to smack him again!
Bunny-luver- sorry about the delay in updates. I was working on one of my other fics, and I had writers block. I hope this update makes up for it!
Brad- Thank you so much! I dun know how I come up with this stuff. I've got another idea for a story, but it's original fiction, so it'd be on fictionpress. I'll tell you if I ever get around to writing it. Thank you so much for reviewing!
***A/N- Ok, sorry for taking so long to update. School's one excuse, but it's not a good one. My teachers don't believe in busy-work, so it hasn't been that bad. Except the stupid science labs, but that's a different story. This chapter is dedicated to Kevin luver. Thanx for reviewing! Without further rambling, the chapter. Enjoy!
~thoughts~
~*Chapter 3- Story of a Tragic Past*~
~*Will POV*~
I couldn't believe Cathy had said that! In front of Elizabeth too. Yes, I had been courting Cathy, and I may have proposed to her if she hadn't moved off to Tortuga to become some waitress in a pub. I had no doubts that she had either become some cheap whore, like most women in Tortuga, or had been raped by more pirates than I could count. That was just not proper. I did not want to be associated with someone like that.
After Elizabeth and I left the restaurant, we slowly made out way down to the beach. The beach was quite a popular hangout for young couples, such as our selves. Standing on the sand, watching the sun go down, no one cared if you shared one or two innocent kisses. And that's how we were standing, Elizabeth wrapped in my arms, head on my shoulder. My body trembled at the feeling of her body so close to mine. She was leaning back into my arms. I knew I loved her. How could I not?
"Elizabeth..."
"Yes, Will?" She looked up at me and stared me in the eye. Her piercing brown eyes staring into mine.
"I.. I-"
"You what?"
I leaned down and kissed her. She pulled back quickly.
"William! It's not proper! We can't here! Not in such a public place."
"Elizabeth, look around you. We're on the beach. Where all young lovers stand to watch the sun set. What young lovers would care if I kissed you? Who would know who we are anyway?"
"Well, I suppose it's ok."
I leaned down and kissed her again. This time, she didn't resist me, and kissed me back. Her breaking away from me was one of the most painful experiences I've ever lived through.
"Not too long, someone will recognize us here. We can't do this, Will! It's improper! Did your mother teach you nothing as a boy about public display of affection?"
My mother. Those words struck my heart and felt like it was being ripped out. This pain compared nothing to separating from Elizabeth. The look on my face must have showed pain.
"Will? Will, what is it?"
He question was met with silence.
"Will? What did I say? Is it your mother?"
I sat down on the sand and hung my head between my knees. ~My mother, why did she have to bring her up? Of all things, that's the one thing I'd almost rather die that talk about. ~
Elizabeth sat down next to me. "Will, it's ok, you can tell me anything. What is it?"
"My, my mother. Back in England, she, she... I'm sorry, I can't talk about this. It's something in my past I want to forget."
"Will, please tell me. I never met my mother, she died during childbirth. Even sad story's about mothers make me feel better."
"This is no pity story for you to hear and be glad it did not happen to you," I snapped at her. I stood up and walked a few paces away. I stood there, my arms at my side, looking up at the stars. I started to sing the song my mother had sung me when I was an infant.
"Hush, my baby.
Close your eyes.
Sleep, have sweets dreams,
Of riding in the skies.
On the back of an eagle,
You soar through the air.
And I'll wait for you baby,
While your flying out there.
I'll wait and I'll try,
As hard as I can.
To find you among the stars,
In your pleasant dream land."
Elizabeth had come up behind me while I was singing. She tentivally touched my arm. I grabbed her hand with my other, still not daring to look at her, fearing that she would see the tears welling up in my eyes. A young boy's sadness never let out. That sadness was still in me, waiting to be let out. I would not let it out. Not here, not now. Up in till now, I had succeeded by covering up my sadness with work and other thoughts.
"When I was four years old, my father left me and my mother. He said he did not love her anymore. Even though he never said it, I thought that he didn't love me either. I learned only a while ago that he left because of his love for the sea. My mother did not know what to do with her sadness. She thought that if she could find a replacement for father, we could in time forget him.
So, she started searching for a suitable husband. She searched for many years, never finding anyone she stayed with for more than two months. It continued for seven years. Towards the end, I wondered if there were any more men left in England to court her. But, there always was. Then, she found Jim. He seemed like a nice guy, and mother stayed with him for five months. He started living in the spare room of our apartment. He and mother would go out on dinner dates every Saturday night. One Saturday night, he came home without my mother. I asked him where she was, and he said she had left me. That she had run off with another man.
"Was it my father?" I remember asking him. No, no it wasn't. It was a pirate. A bloody pirate. My mother wouldn't just leave me, I thought. Jim said he would stay and act as a father figure for me. I was excited at first. I had not had a father for seven years, and I was finally going to have one. When I went to school the next day, the teacher was giving me sorrowful looks. She asked me to stay after class, which I did. Everyone had been treating me so oddly that day.
"I'm so sorry, Will. If there's anything I can do for you, just ask." I was so confused.
"What are you talking about, Miss Richards?"
"Your mother, dear. Poor thing never stood a chance."
"Miss Richards, what are you talking about? My mother ran off with a pirate."
"Who told you that?"
"Jim. He was courting mother until she ran off."
"Will, I know what I'm about to tell you will break your heart, do you want me to tell you?"
"Tell me what, Miss Richards."
"The truth."
She went on to tell my how a man had raped and murdered my mother. When she asked me to describe Jim, I did. She called the police to school, and gave them my address. She said that Jim was the murderer. When I asked to see my mother's body, she said that she did not think it best that I saw it. It was a mess. I persisted and finally she let me. I thought, that being eleven as I was, I was strong and able to handle what was coming. The site of my mother still haunts my dreams. I could barley recognize her, she had been stabbed so many times. There were gashes all over her: stomach, chest, neck, face, legs, arms, everywhere. He neck was hanging onto her neck by a thin piece of flesh. I saw the Aztec pendent hanging from around her neck, and took it, as a memento of my first eleven years of life.
That night, I packed a few of my belongings and snuck onto a boat heading for the Caribbean. Our boat was attacked my pirates, and that's when you found me in the ocean."
"Oh Will-"
"No, please don't pity me. I don't want pity."
Elizabeth leaned up and kissed me then.
"But, Miss Swann, it is improper to display public affection. Did you learn nothing from your teachings?"
"Nothing important enough to remember."
"Well, I hope you were taught to always welcome old friends," a voice said. We turned to face a shadowy figure in the bad light.
"Who are you?" I demanded. "Show your self." The figure stepped foreword. The man standing there was tall, with dark brown hair, and carrying a bottle of rum.
"'Ello mates."
Elizabeth screamed. "Jack!"
A/N- the entrance of everyone's favorite unattached pirate! He'll probably play an important part in the next chapter. Notice the probably! Please give me suggestions because I'm not doing too well on my future ideas for this story. And also, please give me reasons to dedicate chapters to you! Well, gotta run. Later Dayz!
-TKF
Kevin luver- yes, the governor was evil, and you have the right to smack him. He deserved that. Feel free to smack him again!
Bunny-luver- sorry about the delay in updates. I was working on one of my other fics, and I had writers block. I hope this update makes up for it!
Brad- Thank you so much! I dun know how I come up with this stuff. I've got another idea for a story, but it's original fiction, so it'd be on fictionpress. I'll tell you if I ever get around to writing it. Thank you so much for reviewing!
***A/N- Ok, sorry for taking so long to update. School's one excuse, but it's not a good one. My teachers don't believe in busy-work, so it hasn't been that bad. Except the stupid science labs, but that's a different story. This chapter is dedicated to Kevin luver. Thanx for reviewing! Without further rambling, the chapter. Enjoy!
~thoughts~
~*Chapter 3- Story of a Tragic Past*~
~*Will POV*~
I couldn't believe Cathy had said that! In front of Elizabeth too. Yes, I had been courting Cathy, and I may have proposed to her if she hadn't moved off to Tortuga to become some waitress in a pub. I had no doubts that she had either become some cheap whore, like most women in Tortuga, or had been raped by more pirates than I could count. That was just not proper. I did not want to be associated with someone like that.
After Elizabeth and I left the restaurant, we slowly made out way down to the beach. The beach was quite a popular hangout for young couples, such as our selves. Standing on the sand, watching the sun go down, no one cared if you shared one or two innocent kisses. And that's how we were standing, Elizabeth wrapped in my arms, head on my shoulder. My body trembled at the feeling of her body so close to mine. She was leaning back into my arms. I knew I loved her. How could I not?
"Elizabeth..."
"Yes, Will?" She looked up at me and stared me in the eye. Her piercing brown eyes staring into mine.
"I.. I-"
"You what?"
I leaned down and kissed her. She pulled back quickly.
"William! It's not proper! We can't here! Not in such a public place."
"Elizabeth, look around you. We're on the beach. Where all young lovers stand to watch the sun set. What young lovers would care if I kissed you? Who would know who we are anyway?"
"Well, I suppose it's ok."
I leaned down and kissed her again. This time, she didn't resist me, and kissed me back. Her breaking away from me was one of the most painful experiences I've ever lived through.
"Not too long, someone will recognize us here. We can't do this, Will! It's improper! Did your mother teach you nothing as a boy about public display of affection?"
My mother. Those words struck my heart and felt like it was being ripped out. This pain compared nothing to separating from Elizabeth. The look on my face must have showed pain.
"Will? Will, what is it?"
He question was met with silence.
"Will? What did I say? Is it your mother?"
I sat down on the sand and hung my head between my knees. ~My mother, why did she have to bring her up? Of all things, that's the one thing I'd almost rather die that talk about. ~
Elizabeth sat down next to me. "Will, it's ok, you can tell me anything. What is it?"
"My, my mother. Back in England, she, she... I'm sorry, I can't talk about this. It's something in my past I want to forget."
"Will, please tell me. I never met my mother, she died during childbirth. Even sad story's about mothers make me feel better."
"This is no pity story for you to hear and be glad it did not happen to you," I snapped at her. I stood up and walked a few paces away. I stood there, my arms at my side, looking up at the stars. I started to sing the song my mother had sung me when I was an infant.
"Hush, my baby.
Close your eyes.
Sleep, have sweets dreams,
Of riding in the skies.
On the back of an eagle,
You soar through the air.
And I'll wait for you baby,
While your flying out there.
I'll wait and I'll try,
As hard as I can.
To find you among the stars,
In your pleasant dream land."
Elizabeth had come up behind me while I was singing. She tentivally touched my arm. I grabbed her hand with my other, still not daring to look at her, fearing that she would see the tears welling up in my eyes. A young boy's sadness never let out. That sadness was still in me, waiting to be let out. I would not let it out. Not here, not now. Up in till now, I had succeeded by covering up my sadness with work and other thoughts.
"When I was four years old, my father left me and my mother. He said he did not love her anymore. Even though he never said it, I thought that he didn't love me either. I learned only a while ago that he left because of his love for the sea. My mother did not know what to do with her sadness. She thought that if she could find a replacement for father, we could in time forget him.
So, she started searching for a suitable husband. She searched for many years, never finding anyone she stayed with for more than two months. It continued for seven years. Towards the end, I wondered if there were any more men left in England to court her. But, there always was. Then, she found Jim. He seemed like a nice guy, and mother stayed with him for five months. He started living in the spare room of our apartment. He and mother would go out on dinner dates every Saturday night. One Saturday night, he came home without my mother. I asked him where she was, and he said she had left me. That she had run off with another man.
"Was it my father?" I remember asking him. No, no it wasn't. It was a pirate. A bloody pirate. My mother wouldn't just leave me, I thought. Jim said he would stay and act as a father figure for me. I was excited at first. I had not had a father for seven years, and I was finally going to have one. When I went to school the next day, the teacher was giving me sorrowful looks. She asked me to stay after class, which I did. Everyone had been treating me so oddly that day.
"I'm so sorry, Will. If there's anything I can do for you, just ask." I was so confused.
"What are you talking about, Miss Richards?"
"Your mother, dear. Poor thing never stood a chance."
"Miss Richards, what are you talking about? My mother ran off with a pirate."
"Who told you that?"
"Jim. He was courting mother until she ran off."
"Will, I know what I'm about to tell you will break your heart, do you want me to tell you?"
"Tell me what, Miss Richards."
"The truth."
She went on to tell my how a man had raped and murdered my mother. When she asked me to describe Jim, I did. She called the police to school, and gave them my address. She said that Jim was the murderer. When I asked to see my mother's body, she said that she did not think it best that I saw it. It was a mess. I persisted and finally she let me. I thought, that being eleven as I was, I was strong and able to handle what was coming. The site of my mother still haunts my dreams. I could barley recognize her, she had been stabbed so many times. There were gashes all over her: stomach, chest, neck, face, legs, arms, everywhere. He neck was hanging onto her neck by a thin piece of flesh. I saw the Aztec pendent hanging from around her neck, and took it, as a memento of my first eleven years of life.
That night, I packed a few of my belongings and snuck onto a boat heading for the Caribbean. Our boat was attacked my pirates, and that's when you found me in the ocean."
"Oh Will-"
"No, please don't pity me. I don't want pity."
Elizabeth leaned up and kissed me then.
"But, Miss Swann, it is improper to display public affection. Did you learn nothing from your teachings?"
"Nothing important enough to remember."
"Well, I hope you were taught to always welcome old friends," a voice said. We turned to face a shadowy figure in the bad light.
"Who are you?" I demanded. "Show your self." The figure stepped foreword. The man standing there was tall, with dark brown hair, and carrying a bottle of rum.
"'Ello mates."
Elizabeth screamed. "Jack!"
A/N- the entrance of everyone's favorite unattached pirate! He'll probably play an important part in the next chapter. Notice the probably! Please give me suggestions because I'm not doing too well on my future ideas for this story. And also, please give me reasons to dedicate chapters to you! Well, gotta run. Later Dayz!
-TKF