Sorry for the delay on the update. I have been extremely busy. FYI,
the next chapter is going to be written by my Beta. It will have sexual
content so be fair warned. Please review, it may seem pointless to you but
it really means something to me.
Disclaimer: I own Addy, Katherine, Katherine's ship, and James. Everything else is borrowed.
THANK YOU SUBTER ASTRUI!!!
Elizabeth awoke the next morning wrapped in her husband's warm and loving embrace.
'Why did I ever consider that I might be happy with Norrington?' she sighed to herself.
Suddenly, her stomach gave a great lurch. She pulled herself from Will's embrace and the warmth of the bed, ran to the door and up the stairs, dragging a sheet with her. She reached the open deck and ran to the side to expel her stomach's contents.
'Oh no, this can't be happening to me. It's too soon!' she thought, getting sick once more.
"Mrs. Turner, are you alright?" a female voice asked her from behind.
She turned from her spot, still clutching the side, and smiled weakly at Gibbs' daughter.
"I...I think so, thank you, Ms. Gibbs. Would you be so kind as to get a cup a water and perhaps a bit of bread?" she asked, her face still slightly green.
"Aye ma'am, but you might want this," she replied, holding out the sheet she a pulled from the bed. "And call me Jaquiline."
Elizabeth then became very aware of the ocean breeze on her naked body. While turning several shades of red, she took the sheet and tied a double knot above her breasts, making a sort of mock dress. She then looked around frantically, hoping no men had been on deck.
"Don't worry, it's only us and Mary on deck. The rest are either asleep from night watch or eating breakfast. I'll go get your things, don't go to far," she said, walking away.
Elizabeth watched her for a moment, smiling at her before she was reminded why she was on deck in a bed sheet dress.
'That man of mine is going to pay for putting me through this bloody hell,' she thought, wiping her mouth on the sheet.
Will opened his eyes slowly, expecting to see his angel sleeping gently in his arms. A cold chill ran through his body when he saw nothing but the pillow and covers.
"Elizabeth?" he asked the air before bolting out of bed and heading for the door.
He paused for a moment to grab his breeches and resume his course. He ran up the stairs and onto the open deck.
"Elizabeth!" he shouted.
His response was coughing from the side of the ship. He turned to see his angel slumped over the side of the ship. He breathed a sigh a relief while walking over to her. He rubbed her back gently with one hand while gathering her tangled tresses with his other.
"Elizabeth, are you sick?" he asked.
She pulled herself up, wiped her mouth once more and turned to him.
"Yes, and its all your bloody fault!"
He dropped his arms.
"No."
"Yes, William," he winced at the use of his full name. "I'm pregnant. I have never gotten seasick before, why should I start now?"
She pushed past him and graciously accepted the mug of water and bread offered to her by Jaquiline. She took a drink and smiled at her.
"Thank you, Jaquiline. By the way, call me Elizabeth," she said, turning to go back to her cabin.
"Aye, oh Elizabeth?" Jaquiline called, "Katherine wants to see you both when you get the chance."
"Thank you Jaquiline, let me get into more proper clothing then I shall meet her on deck," she said, turning to smile at the woman before heading, slowly, down the stairs.
"I'll have Mary put a bucket in your cabin after a bit so she won't have to worry about that again," Jaquiline said, turning to Will.
He stood perfectly still, staring at the wood floor. She waved her hand in front of his face, snapped a couple of times until, smiling, she punched his arm.
"Ow!...Hey!" he shouted, coming back to the conscious world.
"You are going to be a father come yuletide so get used to the fact. Now, finish getting dressed and go meet with Katherine. I will have Mary put some breakfast in your cabin along with a bucket for your wife in the mornings."
He rubbed his arm for a moment before turning and following his wife's path. He paused for a moment in front of the door, hearing crying. He sighed and opened the door. Elizabeth was lying on the bed, still in her bed sheet dress, crying gently into a pillow. Will stepped in, closed the door and walked over to her. He gently rubbed her back.
"I'm sorry, Elizabeth. I didn't mean to make you upset, you just caught me off guard, that's all."
She sobbed and moved her head to see him. He grasped her hand and smiled gently.
"Oh Will, I'm just so scared that I might lose him, like before," she said, tears flowing down her face.
"I know Elizabeth, I know."
He sat her up and cuddled her in his embrace, gently rocking her.
"But we can't think negatively now. Don't worry, you won't lose him."
She wiped her eyes on her dirty dress and sat up on her own.
"Come on," she sobbed, "Katherine is waiting for us."
He smiled gently and let her stand. She went to the drawers, pulled out a shirt for him and tossed it. He caught it and pulled it on, ran a hand through his hair and tied it back. She began to pull out the numerous cotton garments before scoffing and pulling out a pair of breeches and a shirt. She pulled them on and tied her messy hair back. She turned from the small mirror to him and smiled. He looked at her, perplexed for a moment. Through soft sobs she responded.
"Now we match."
He chuckled and offered her an arm. She smiled and hugged him.
"Race you," she said, running out the door.
"Hey!" he called, following her.
They emerged on deck, winded and laughing. They made their way to the helm and Katherine looked at them.
"Perfect timing, Jaqui, hold her steady."
"Aye Katherine."
Katherine turned smoothly on her heel and led them into the room. She paused and held open the door before following Elizabeth and pulled the doors to. She paused for a moment before turning slowly.
"We are approaching our next port of call, Nassau. Most of my crew has family there and I deem it necessary to stop for a day. I also have many supplies that I need to stock up on that I have already bought and am holding in my storehouses. I am telling this because," she paused and swallowed.
"I cannot take you directly to Port Royal. You have two choices, to stay and hope that you can find a ship to Port Royal or stay with us until we are able to take you to your home. I must warn you though, very few ships travel from Nassau to Port Royal, maybe a couple ships a year but it may also be several months before I can drop you off. The choice is yours," she stated, turning away.
"Oh," was all Elizabeth said, her smile had faded.
"Why?" Will questioned.
"I cannot stray that far from my set course so soon. I promise that you shall be home for Yuletide, any sooner I cannot guess."
"WHY! Why can't you take us home!"
"Because, Mr. Turner, I am no ordinary merchant sailor, as you can plainly see," she said, getting close to his face.
"I am tracking a new pirate threat. One who has struck many ports along the Spanish coast and killed all in his path. Hadrian, that's his name. The dreaded pirate Hadrian. He has run from Spanish navy ships to the Caribbean, and has resumed his hateful deeds. NOW do you see why I cannot stray that far from my course? I am sorry, I truly am but you have a choice," she said, slightly seething
"Thank you, captain. You shall have your answer by sundown," Elizabeth said, rubbing Will's arm gently.
"Now, the day is young and we will reach Nassau in a couple of hours. Any help with restocking would be greatly appreciated. Good day, Mr. Turner, Mrs. Turner," Katherine said, nodding to them and leaving them in their silence.
"Will, let's get some breakfast then talk about it, okay?"
"Alright, I guess that's all we can do."
When they reached Nassau and docked, Katherine handed out assignments on who was to get what. Will, reluctantly, helped and Elizabeth stayed with Mary, who had offered to show her around. Jaquiline stayed behind on the ship with the Quartermaster and a few men. Katherine looked at her as they were hurrying to get everything and nodded every so slightly.
Jaquiline smiled and ran to her cabin, pulled the trunk lid open and dug to the bottom. She pulled out a black cloak, threw it around her shoulders and fastened the clasp in front. Even if it was midday, she didn't want to be noticed nor followed. She pulled the hood up and rushed from her room to the open deck. She scanned around before running down the gangplank and into the crowded streets of Nassau.
She reached a door, overlooking the ocean, looked around once more before stepping inside and shutting the door. She pulled the hood back, unclasped it and set it on a peg next to the door.
"Papa!" she called, scanning the room.
It was a small house; a table sat in the middle of the room. A small window was open, the sea breeze filling the air. A cupboard sat behind one of the chairs and a doorway behind the other. A tapping was heard from the room, and then Joshamee Gibbs appeared. A long walking stick was in his hand, the other stretched out in front of him. A piece of black cloth covered his eyes and his clothes were old but in relatively good shape. His salt and pepper hair was now all white with age.
"Jaqui, is that you?"
"Yes, papa, it's me."
She walked over to him and hugged him. He patted her back gently.
"How have you been, papa?"
"Oh, I'm doing okay. Mrs. Pearl brings some food over everyday. Sometimes she tries new things on me for her inn. Anything she cooks is good though. I still miss the sea but I can still smell it. If I ever find the bastard that shot my good eye out he better watch his back."
She chuckled and led him to a chair. She helped him down before going to the cupboard and pulling two wooden mugs and two unmarked clear bottles, one with a clear liquid and the other with a brown liquid in it. She set the cups down and filled them halfway, one with the brown and one with the clear. She lifted his hand gently and set the cup in his hand. He pulled it to his nose and sniffed.
"Ah, rum. Thank you Jaqui."
"Be careful Papa, you don't have much more left."
"Better savor it then," he said, setting the mug down.
They talked for a great while about many things that had happened. When the sun was beginning to set, she took a large drink of her water and sighed.
"Papa, do you know anything about a pirate by the name of Hadrian? Christoff Hadrian."
He choked a bit on his rum and set it down.
"Who wants to know?"
"My captain, Katherine. She and the rest of our crew have been sent by her majesty of Spain to find and kill him."
Gibbs was silent for a moment before he sighed.
"Never met 'em but Jack sometimes talked about him. You see, Hadrian tried to take over Jack's ship once, before Barbossa. The crew didn't like the idea and he was marooned. Well, when we were in Tortuga, going to the bar, Jack swore he saw the ungrateful bastard. That was many years ago. If you have to go after 'em, be careful Jaquiline."
"I promise, papa. I have to go."
"But Jaqui, dinner will be here soon."
"I'm sorry papa, but Katherine will be upset if I am late."
"Very well, but come back soon, ye hear."
"Of course, papa."
She stood and kissed his cheek. She went to the door and put on her cloak, pulling it close around her.
"Goodbye, Papa."
"Goodbye, Jaquiline."
She smiled at him before opening the door and disappearing into the setting darkness, not forgetting her father's words.
She reached the ship, quickly boarded and saw that Katherine was at the helm. Elizabeth stood by Will as they watched the final preparations take place next to Katherine. Elizabeth smiled as Jaquiline reached them.
"Good timing, Jaqui. Release the ropes!" she called.
"Where were you today Jaqui?" Elizabeth asked.
"It's Jaquiline," she said, turning to her. "And I was visiting a friend today."
"Oh, okay," Elizabeth replied, slightly set back.
The ship slowly began to move and Jaquiline watched her father's house fade into the distance.
'I'll come back papa, I promise,' she thought, smiling at the fading pinpoint of Nassau.
Disclaimer: I own Addy, Katherine, Katherine's ship, and James. Everything else is borrowed.
THANK YOU SUBTER ASTRUI!!!
Elizabeth awoke the next morning wrapped in her husband's warm and loving embrace.
'Why did I ever consider that I might be happy with Norrington?' she sighed to herself.
Suddenly, her stomach gave a great lurch. She pulled herself from Will's embrace and the warmth of the bed, ran to the door and up the stairs, dragging a sheet with her. She reached the open deck and ran to the side to expel her stomach's contents.
'Oh no, this can't be happening to me. It's too soon!' she thought, getting sick once more.
"Mrs. Turner, are you alright?" a female voice asked her from behind.
She turned from her spot, still clutching the side, and smiled weakly at Gibbs' daughter.
"I...I think so, thank you, Ms. Gibbs. Would you be so kind as to get a cup a water and perhaps a bit of bread?" she asked, her face still slightly green.
"Aye ma'am, but you might want this," she replied, holding out the sheet she a pulled from the bed. "And call me Jaquiline."
Elizabeth then became very aware of the ocean breeze on her naked body. While turning several shades of red, she took the sheet and tied a double knot above her breasts, making a sort of mock dress. She then looked around frantically, hoping no men had been on deck.
"Don't worry, it's only us and Mary on deck. The rest are either asleep from night watch or eating breakfast. I'll go get your things, don't go to far," she said, walking away.
Elizabeth watched her for a moment, smiling at her before she was reminded why she was on deck in a bed sheet dress.
'That man of mine is going to pay for putting me through this bloody hell,' she thought, wiping her mouth on the sheet.
Will opened his eyes slowly, expecting to see his angel sleeping gently in his arms. A cold chill ran through his body when he saw nothing but the pillow and covers.
"Elizabeth?" he asked the air before bolting out of bed and heading for the door.
He paused for a moment to grab his breeches and resume his course. He ran up the stairs and onto the open deck.
"Elizabeth!" he shouted.
His response was coughing from the side of the ship. He turned to see his angel slumped over the side of the ship. He breathed a sigh a relief while walking over to her. He rubbed her back gently with one hand while gathering her tangled tresses with his other.
"Elizabeth, are you sick?" he asked.
She pulled herself up, wiped her mouth once more and turned to him.
"Yes, and its all your bloody fault!"
He dropped his arms.
"No."
"Yes, William," he winced at the use of his full name. "I'm pregnant. I have never gotten seasick before, why should I start now?"
She pushed past him and graciously accepted the mug of water and bread offered to her by Jaquiline. She took a drink and smiled at her.
"Thank you, Jaquiline. By the way, call me Elizabeth," she said, turning to go back to her cabin.
"Aye, oh Elizabeth?" Jaquiline called, "Katherine wants to see you both when you get the chance."
"Thank you Jaquiline, let me get into more proper clothing then I shall meet her on deck," she said, turning to smile at the woman before heading, slowly, down the stairs.
"I'll have Mary put a bucket in your cabin after a bit so she won't have to worry about that again," Jaquiline said, turning to Will.
He stood perfectly still, staring at the wood floor. She waved her hand in front of his face, snapped a couple of times until, smiling, she punched his arm.
"Ow!...Hey!" he shouted, coming back to the conscious world.
"You are going to be a father come yuletide so get used to the fact. Now, finish getting dressed and go meet with Katherine. I will have Mary put some breakfast in your cabin along with a bucket for your wife in the mornings."
He rubbed his arm for a moment before turning and following his wife's path. He paused for a moment in front of the door, hearing crying. He sighed and opened the door. Elizabeth was lying on the bed, still in her bed sheet dress, crying gently into a pillow. Will stepped in, closed the door and walked over to her. He gently rubbed her back.
"I'm sorry, Elizabeth. I didn't mean to make you upset, you just caught me off guard, that's all."
She sobbed and moved her head to see him. He grasped her hand and smiled gently.
"Oh Will, I'm just so scared that I might lose him, like before," she said, tears flowing down her face.
"I know Elizabeth, I know."
He sat her up and cuddled her in his embrace, gently rocking her.
"But we can't think negatively now. Don't worry, you won't lose him."
She wiped her eyes on her dirty dress and sat up on her own.
"Come on," she sobbed, "Katherine is waiting for us."
He smiled gently and let her stand. She went to the drawers, pulled out a shirt for him and tossed it. He caught it and pulled it on, ran a hand through his hair and tied it back. She began to pull out the numerous cotton garments before scoffing and pulling out a pair of breeches and a shirt. She pulled them on and tied her messy hair back. She turned from the small mirror to him and smiled. He looked at her, perplexed for a moment. Through soft sobs she responded.
"Now we match."
He chuckled and offered her an arm. She smiled and hugged him.
"Race you," she said, running out the door.
"Hey!" he called, following her.
They emerged on deck, winded and laughing. They made their way to the helm and Katherine looked at them.
"Perfect timing, Jaqui, hold her steady."
"Aye Katherine."
Katherine turned smoothly on her heel and led them into the room. She paused and held open the door before following Elizabeth and pulled the doors to. She paused for a moment before turning slowly.
"We are approaching our next port of call, Nassau. Most of my crew has family there and I deem it necessary to stop for a day. I also have many supplies that I need to stock up on that I have already bought and am holding in my storehouses. I am telling this because," she paused and swallowed.
"I cannot take you directly to Port Royal. You have two choices, to stay and hope that you can find a ship to Port Royal or stay with us until we are able to take you to your home. I must warn you though, very few ships travel from Nassau to Port Royal, maybe a couple ships a year but it may also be several months before I can drop you off. The choice is yours," she stated, turning away.
"Oh," was all Elizabeth said, her smile had faded.
"Why?" Will questioned.
"I cannot stray that far from my set course so soon. I promise that you shall be home for Yuletide, any sooner I cannot guess."
"WHY! Why can't you take us home!"
"Because, Mr. Turner, I am no ordinary merchant sailor, as you can plainly see," she said, getting close to his face.
"I am tracking a new pirate threat. One who has struck many ports along the Spanish coast and killed all in his path. Hadrian, that's his name. The dreaded pirate Hadrian. He has run from Spanish navy ships to the Caribbean, and has resumed his hateful deeds. NOW do you see why I cannot stray that far from my course? I am sorry, I truly am but you have a choice," she said, slightly seething
"Thank you, captain. You shall have your answer by sundown," Elizabeth said, rubbing Will's arm gently.
"Now, the day is young and we will reach Nassau in a couple of hours. Any help with restocking would be greatly appreciated. Good day, Mr. Turner, Mrs. Turner," Katherine said, nodding to them and leaving them in their silence.
"Will, let's get some breakfast then talk about it, okay?"
"Alright, I guess that's all we can do."
When they reached Nassau and docked, Katherine handed out assignments on who was to get what. Will, reluctantly, helped and Elizabeth stayed with Mary, who had offered to show her around. Jaquiline stayed behind on the ship with the Quartermaster and a few men. Katherine looked at her as they were hurrying to get everything and nodded every so slightly.
Jaquiline smiled and ran to her cabin, pulled the trunk lid open and dug to the bottom. She pulled out a black cloak, threw it around her shoulders and fastened the clasp in front. Even if it was midday, she didn't want to be noticed nor followed. She pulled the hood up and rushed from her room to the open deck. She scanned around before running down the gangplank and into the crowded streets of Nassau.
She reached a door, overlooking the ocean, looked around once more before stepping inside and shutting the door. She pulled the hood back, unclasped it and set it on a peg next to the door.
"Papa!" she called, scanning the room.
It was a small house; a table sat in the middle of the room. A small window was open, the sea breeze filling the air. A cupboard sat behind one of the chairs and a doorway behind the other. A tapping was heard from the room, and then Joshamee Gibbs appeared. A long walking stick was in his hand, the other stretched out in front of him. A piece of black cloth covered his eyes and his clothes were old but in relatively good shape. His salt and pepper hair was now all white with age.
"Jaqui, is that you?"
"Yes, papa, it's me."
She walked over to him and hugged him. He patted her back gently.
"How have you been, papa?"
"Oh, I'm doing okay. Mrs. Pearl brings some food over everyday. Sometimes she tries new things on me for her inn. Anything she cooks is good though. I still miss the sea but I can still smell it. If I ever find the bastard that shot my good eye out he better watch his back."
She chuckled and led him to a chair. She helped him down before going to the cupboard and pulling two wooden mugs and two unmarked clear bottles, one with a clear liquid and the other with a brown liquid in it. She set the cups down and filled them halfway, one with the brown and one with the clear. She lifted his hand gently and set the cup in his hand. He pulled it to his nose and sniffed.
"Ah, rum. Thank you Jaqui."
"Be careful Papa, you don't have much more left."
"Better savor it then," he said, setting the mug down.
They talked for a great while about many things that had happened. When the sun was beginning to set, she took a large drink of her water and sighed.
"Papa, do you know anything about a pirate by the name of Hadrian? Christoff Hadrian."
He choked a bit on his rum and set it down.
"Who wants to know?"
"My captain, Katherine. She and the rest of our crew have been sent by her majesty of Spain to find and kill him."
Gibbs was silent for a moment before he sighed.
"Never met 'em but Jack sometimes talked about him. You see, Hadrian tried to take over Jack's ship once, before Barbossa. The crew didn't like the idea and he was marooned. Well, when we were in Tortuga, going to the bar, Jack swore he saw the ungrateful bastard. That was many years ago. If you have to go after 'em, be careful Jaquiline."
"I promise, papa. I have to go."
"But Jaqui, dinner will be here soon."
"I'm sorry papa, but Katherine will be upset if I am late."
"Very well, but come back soon, ye hear."
"Of course, papa."
She stood and kissed his cheek. She went to the door and put on her cloak, pulling it close around her.
"Goodbye, Papa."
"Goodbye, Jaquiline."
She smiled at him before opening the door and disappearing into the setting darkness, not forgetting her father's words.
She reached the ship, quickly boarded and saw that Katherine was at the helm. Elizabeth stood by Will as they watched the final preparations take place next to Katherine. Elizabeth smiled as Jaquiline reached them.
"Good timing, Jaqui. Release the ropes!" she called.
"Where were you today Jaqui?" Elizabeth asked.
"It's Jaquiline," she said, turning to her. "And I was visiting a friend today."
"Oh, okay," Elizabeth replied, slightly set back.
The ship slowly began to move and Jaquiline watched her father's house fade into the distance.
'I'll come back papa, I promise,' she thought, smiling at the fading pinpoint of Nassau.