Chapter Seven.
The end result, Jack was given a week to get out of Port Royal before he was chased. That meant a few days with Will and Elizabeth and then a few days to get away. Not that he had any intention of leaving. He was on to a good thing with the governor, he wasn't going to pass it up lightly.
Elizabeth and Will had followed the Governor down to the docks and were waiting outside when Jack and Rosie emerged, free from prosecution, well for a week anyway.
Elizabeth threw her arms around Jack, as Will watched surprised, considering whether or not to be jealous.
"Miss me, lass?" He asked, innocently.
She let go off him and smiled. "What's there not to miss?" She asked.
Jack looked confused.
"It's a compliment," Rosie muttered.
"Thanks, luv."
Elizabeth laughed and turned her attention to the woman standing next to Jack. Her vibrant red hair and laughing, lively eyes seemed some what familiar. She gasped as a sudden realisation came to her, this was the same woman from the picture. The picture that Elizabeth had stared at every day, with longing. Standing beside the permanently drunk Jack Sparrow, was her mother.
Jack grinned as he saw the look of almost amazed fear on her face. "'Lizabeth." He began. "I'd like you to meet a friend of mine, this here is Rosie."
"Hey Liz." Rosie said.
Elizabeth felt faint, she had to sit down. She turned and ran, from the docks.
"Follow her, Will." Jack said.
Will nodded and ran after her.
Jack put his arm around Rosie. "She'll come round, she's just in shock that's all."
Rosie nodded. "I hope you're right."
"Me? I'm always right, I'm."
"Yeah, I know you're Captain Jack Sparrow." She replied.
He shook his head. "I wasn't going to say that at all."
"Really? What were you going to say?" He walked away. "Jack? Jack! What were you going to say? Jack?"
He grinned. "Come on, let's go and find that daughter of yours."
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They found Elizabeth, sitting with Will, in the Swann garden. Elizabeth was crying.
Will was holding her hand. "What's wrong? I thought this was what you wanted."
"It is.but now I've got it I don't think I can handle it."
At that point Jack and Rosie approached. Jack nodded his head at Will, Will got up and the two of them walked away leaving Rosie and Elizabeth.
"Can I sit down?" Rosie asked.
Elizabeth shrugged. "It's a free country."
Rosie sat down, and for a few moments they sat in silence. Rosie wasn't use to silence.
"You're very beautiful, just how I imagined you to be." Rosie said, quietly.
"Did you think of me, after you left?" Elizabeth asked.
Rosie grabbed her hand. "Of course I did, every moment. There wasn't one moment when you weren't in my thoughts."
"Then why did you.why did you leave?"
"Things were complicated, I didn't have a choice."
Elizabeth laughed. "Yes father told me, how you wormed your way into our household, took him for every penny you could get and then left, pregnant with another man's child." Elizabeth cried bitterly, snatching her hand back.
"Is that what he told you?!" Rosie exclaimed. "It were nothing like that!"
"Oh really? Go on then, how did it really happen?" Elizabeth demanded.
"I came here to Port Royal for a fresh start, away from the male species a chance to get away from my former life. I met Edward, he asked me to marry him, I said yes. I did not worm my way into the household." Rosie sighed.
"Lie, lies!" Elizabeth yelled, getting up. "And even if it were true, you come here to Port Royal to get away from men, and you marry my father."
"Call me sentimental, Elizabeth, but there was a time when I loved your father."
"Your despicable. You worm your way into our household, cheat and lie, then leave a five year old daughter without so much as a goodbye, then you come back, sixteen years later, to see what else you can get your grimy hands on."
Rosie jumped up, and grabbed her arm. "It weren't like that."
"You know, I really wanted to meet you, but now I have I wish I had never heard your name." She pulled her arm back.
"You have accused me o' a lot of things there, at least let me try and justify 'em. Firstly, I ain't come back for money, a came back to see you. Secondly, a wanted to say goodbye, but I couldn't."
"So your weak as well as selfish?"
"I didn't say goodbye 'cause I loved you."
"Well you had a very funny way of showing it."
"Jus' listen will, you?" Rosie said, angrily. She sat back down on the bench, and indicated to the place beside her. Elizabeth sat down, reluctantly. "I knew that as you were growing up, you'd wonder where your mother was. Imagine Liz that I'd left a note, saying how much I loved you, how much I would miss you, you wouldn't have been able to hate me. I deserve everything I get Liz, everything! I deserve your cruel words, your ill picture of me, I deserve it all. If I'd left a note, you couldn't hate me, not as much as you do now, an' I deserve to be hated."
"I don't hate you, I just wished I'd been important enough in your life to make you stay."
"You were, leaving you was the hardest thing I've ever done."
"So hard that it has taken you sixteen years to return?"
"I can't justify my not being here, but I can try and make up for it." Rosie sighed. "I'll be there, when you walk down that isle with the son o' Bootstrap, I'll be the first in line to congratulate you when you become Mrs Turner."
"You can never make up for sixteen lost years."
"I know I can't."
"But I would like you to be at my wedding."
Rosie smiled. "Really?"
"Yes, really." Elizabeth bit her lip. "But afterwards, after I have got use to your presence, promise me you won't disappear for another sixteen years."
Rosie grinned. "What? Think I'd leave my little girl, now I've found 'er?"
Elizabeth smiled. "We'll see."
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That evening Jack and Rosie were to dine at the Swann residence. As they were walking through the hall, Jack picked up a vase and began to examine it.
"Jack!" Rosie said. " Fake." Jack said, as they walked into the dining room.
They sat round the table, just the four of them. The governor had made some feeble excuse and left the house.
There was silence round the table, as they began to eat. Jack spent most of his time staring at the silver fork.
Rosie frowned at him. "It a real fork, Jack."
"So you getting' married tomorrow, then Liz? No last minute nerves, I mean you are marrying. . . well . . . ." Jack said, breaking off.
Elizabeth smiled. "I have no qualms, I'm doing the absolute right thing."
"I wish I could be that sure about things." Rosie said.
"How long are you going to stay for, after the wedding?" Will asked.
"For as long as I can."
At that point the door swung open and a servant appeared. Annamaria brushed past the servant, almost knocking him over.
Jack jumped up. "Annamaria." She threw a note down on the table, and smiled.
Rosie picked it up. She gasped. "Oh god, Jack, listen to this. Rosie, I've gone to find my father, I'll be home as soon as I have found him. But I have to know what has happened to him, sorry. Love Alex."
Jack snatched the note off her. "I thought you was s'pposed to be lookin' after 'im."
"I'm not a babysitter."
Jack held his hand.
"What?" She demanded.
"I want the necklace back."
The end result, Jack was given a week to get out of Port Royal before he was chased. That meant a few days with Will and Elizabeth and then a few days to get away. Not that he had any intention of leaving. He was on to a good thing with the governor, he wasn't going to pass it up lightly.
Elizabeth and Will had followed the Governor down to the docks and were waiting outside when Jack and Rosie emerged, free from prosecution, well for a week anyway.
Elizabeth threw her arms around Jack, as Will watched surprised, considering whether or not to be jealous.
"Miss me, lass?" He asked, innocently.
She let go off him and smiled. "What's there not to miss?" She asked.
Jack looked confused.
"It's a compliment," Rosie muttered.
"Thanks, luv."
Elizabeth laughed and turned her attention to the woman standing next to Jack. Her vibrant red hair and laughing, lively eyes seemed some what familiar. She gasped as a sudden realisation came to her, this was the same woman from the picture. The picture that Elizabeth had stared at every day, with longing. Standing beside the permanently drunk Jack Sparrow, was her mother.
Jack grinned as he saw the look of almost amazed fear on her face. "'Lizabeth." He began. "I'd like you to meet a friend of mine, this here is Rosie."
"Hey Liz." Rosie said.
Elizabeth felt faint, she had to sit down. She turned and ran, from the docks.
"Follow her, Will." Jack said.
Will nodded and ran after her.
Jack put his arm around Rosie. "She'll come round, she's just in shock that's all."
Rosie nodded. "I hope you're right."
"Me? I'm always right, I'm."
"Yeah, I know you're Captain Jack Sparrow." She replied.
He shook his head. "I wasn't going to say that at all."
"Really? What were you going to say?" He walked away. "Jack? Jack! What were you going to say? Jack?"
He grinned. "Come on, let's go and find that daughter of yours."
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They found Elizabeth, sitting with Will, in the Swann garden. Elizabeth was crying.
Will was holding her hand. "What's wrong? I thought this was what you wanted."
"It is.but now I've got it I don't think I can handle it."
At that point Jack and Rosie approached. Jack nodded his head at Will, Will got up and the two of them walked away leaving Rosie and Elizabeth.
"Can I sit down?" Rosie asked.
Elizabeth shrugged. "It's a free country."
Rosie sat down, and for a few moments they sat in silence. Rosie wasn't use to silence.
"You're very beautiful, just how I imagined you to be." Rosie said, quietly.
"Did you think of me, after you left?" Elizabeth asked.
Rosie grabbed her hand. "Of course I did, every moment. There wasn't one moment when you weren't in my thoughts."
"Then why did you.why did you leave?"
"Things were complicated, I didn't have a choice."
Elizabeth laughed. "Yes father told me, how you wormed your way into our household, took him for every penny you could get and then left, pregnant with another man's child." Elizabeth cried bitterly, snatching her hand back.
"Is that what he told you?!" Rosie exclaimed. "It were nothing like that!"
"Oh really? Go on then, how did it really happen?" Elizabeth demanded.
"I came here to Port Royal for a fresh start, away from the male species a chance to get away from my former life. I met Edward, he asked me to marry him, I said yes. I did not worm my way into the household." Rosie sighed.
"Lie, lies!" Elizabeth yelled, getting up. "And even if it were true, you come here to Port Royal to get away from men, and you marry my father."
"Call me sentimental, Elizabeth, but there was a time when I loved your father."
"Your despicable. You worm your way into our household, cheat and lie, then leave a five year old daughter without so much as a goodbye, then you come back, sixteen years later, to see what else you can get your grimy hands on."
Rosie jumped up, and grabbed her arm. "It weren't like that."
"You know, I really wanted to meet you, but now I have I wish I had never heard your name." She pulled her arm back.
"You have accused me o' a lot of things there, at least let me try and justify 'em. Firstly, I ain't come back for money, a came back to see you. Secondly, a wanted to say goodbye, but I couldn't."
"So your weak as well as selfish?"
"I didn't say goodbye 'cause I loved you."
"Well you had a very funny way of showing it."
"Jus' listen will, you?" Rosie said, angrily. She sat back down on the bench, and indicated to the place beside her. Elizabeth sat down, reluctantly. "I knew that as you were growing up, you'd wonder where your mother was. Imagine Liz that I'd left a note, saying how much I loved you, how much I would miss you, you wouldn't have been able to hate me. I deserve everything I get Liz, everything! I deserve your cruel words, your ill picture of me, I deserve it all. If I'd left a note, you couldn't hate me, not as much as you do now, an' I deserve to be hated."
"I don't hate you, I just wished I'd been important enough in your life to make you stay."
"You were, leaving you was the hardest thing I've ever done."
"So hard that it has taken you sixteen years to return?"
"I can't justify my not being here, but I can try and make up for it." Rosie sighed. "I'll be there, when you walk down that isle with the son o' Bootstrap, I'll be the first in line to congratulate you when you become Mrs Turner."
"You can never make up for sixteen lost years."
"I know I can't."
"But I would like you to be at my wedding."
Rosie smiled. "Really?"
"Yes, really." Elizabeth bit her lip. "But afterwards, after I have got use to your presence, promise me you won't disappear for another sixteen years."
Rosie grinned. "What? Think I'd leave my little girl, now I've found 'er?"
Elizabeth smiled. "We'll see."
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That evening Jack and Rosie were to dine at the Swann residence. As they were walking through the hall, Jack picked up a vase and began to examine it.
"Jack!" Rosie said. " Fake." Jack said, as they walked into the dining room.
They sat round the table, just the four of them. The governor had made some feeble excuse and left the house.
There was silence round the table, as they began to eat. Jack spent most of his time staring at the silver fork.
Rosie frowned at him. "It a real fork, Jack."
"So you getting' married tomorrow, then Liz? No last minute nerves, I mean you are marrying. . . well . . . ." Jack said, breaking off.
Elizabeth smiled. "I have no qualms, I'm doing the absolute right thing."
"I wish I could be that sure about things." Rosie said.
"How long are you going to stay for, after the wedding?" Will asked.
"For as long as I can."
At that point the door swung open and a servant appeared. Annamaria brushed past the servant, almost knocking him over.
Jack jumped up. "Annamaria." She threw a note down on the table, and smiled.
Rosie picked it up. She gasped. "Oh god, Jack, listen to this. Rosie, I've gone to find my father, I'll be home as soon as I have found him. But I have to know what has happened to him, sorry. Love Alex."
Jack snatched the note off her. "I thought you was s'pposed to be lookin' after 'im."
"I'm not a babysitter."
Jack held his hand.
"What?" She demanded.
"I want the necklace back."