A/N: Who's surprised Jack can write? (Forest of hands shoot up). Oh good, glad I weren't the only one. Chapter seven, I think... reader kudos at the end.
Disclaimer: I have to be drunk before I say it. It numbs the pain...
Elizabeth's Diary- 9th August
Today Will took Jack aside. They stayed in the office for over an hour, and you have never heard a place so quiet. They were probably expecting a row. They didn't get one. They got Will and Jack coming out without a word, Jack going back to the wheel, and Will off in the other direction. I followed, hearing Jack bellow commands at the pirates. Will was up on the mast, smiling to himself, humming a shanty.
"And she went up and then over," he sang, and then stopped when he saw me. He swept me into his arms, and kissing me like it was going out of fashion.
"Guess what! Jack says he'll let us stay on board, and even bring the kids! We'll be like any other person on board, and we're to sleep separate. He says its because we breed like rabbits, and five is quite enough, thanks." He laughed "I know it isn't perfect, but it seems right. And I can make my name as a normal pirate. But, it lies to you. Are you willing to give up your old life, exchange it for piracy?" I was gobsmacked. He'd managed to arrange all this, and now he was asking my opinion. I hadn't expected that. I looked at him, at the bandaged hand, at his face, which seemed more open than it had for years. I reached up and hugged him
"I would deem it an honour, Mr. Turner,"
"Thank you." He hugged me tightly, almost squashing me. "Jack says we can go and fetch the children."
"I should hope so as well!"
We sat at the look out hand in hand. I can't believe it. Elizabeth Turner, from governor's daughter to pirate in one easy step.
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23th August
We reached Port Royal three days ago. We didn't know what was in store. Jack was a bit edgy, as we have a lot of loot in our hold. So me and Will would have to be quick.
We walked through the streets. All around were blackened houses. There had been a fire recently. And the streets were deserted. It was awful. Like a ghost town. I huddled closer to Will.
Will went to talk to his old apprentice, Peter, and tell him what was going on. I went to my house to get the children. Estrella opened the door. She was scarred by the distinctive mark of smallpox.
"Oh my god. Estrella!" I gasped
"The smallpox came. It killed off everyone in the slums. I managed to pass it on round here. We were loosing people, and business. So we had to move the children. And then some of the healthy ones set the houses on fire to isolate it." I looked into her eyes and saw despair and trauma. "They killed the remaining ones in the slums. And oh, Mistress Turner! I gave it to your father!" she began to sob. "And to the little ones! Oh god have mercy!" I was stunned. She knelt in front of me, wailing.
"Are any of them alive? Estrella! Pull yourself together girl!" she stopped crying. "Are any of them still alive?"
"Yes." She whispered. "The twins. Everyone else died,"
I shook her
"Where are they?"
"On the farm, up on the hill," she broke up again. I left her and ran through the deserted streets. I ran into Will. He was holding the twins. I grabbed them off him.
"Peter told me," he said. I rocked my babies, crying silently. He held us all.
"Apparently it's pretty much over now. The fire wiped out the worst of it. Now though, I don't know whether Jack will let us back on. We don't need it on the ship,"
I couldn't say anything. I just kept crying. All my family were dead and gone. Except the twins and Will. I was just... there are no words to describe it. Will elped me back down to the ship.
"Ahoy!" he called "Permission to speak to the captain!"
I watched them converse quietly and urgently. Then Jack went back up on board. He came back with Anamaria holding a bundle of cloth. She didn't touch us, but took us to the cove, where there is the most enormous rock pool. She made me and the babes strip off and wash in the salt water. The babes didn't appear to have caught the disease, and Anamaria helped me scrub them. Will was out side. I could hear him dropping wood. Then, eyes closed, he fumbled into the cave and took some seaweed for tinder. I could feel the heat come off the fire. Anamaria left me to finish, then took my clothes out and came back empty handed.
"You're burning our clothes?"
"Just in case." She told me grimly and then threw a cloth at me. I dried myself and put on some of the clothes that Anamaria had brought. I was lucky, I'm slightly less muscular than Anamaria, and fitted her clothes well. I'd looked silly in Will's clothes anyway. We wrapped the twins, and I sat by the fire with Anamaria to feed them whilst Will bathed and came back. He appeared to have a change of clothes on the ship, as it fitted him well. He tossed the clothes onto the fire, and slicked his unruly hair into a ponytail. We watched the clothes disintegrate, and it was like my old life fell away with it.
Back on the Pearl, we were allowed time to ourselves. Will didn't seem to want it though. He went about his duties like it was any other day. But the twins waked me in the night, and Will was awake, crying silently. We left Port Royal, and I doubt I will go back. Ever.
A/N: I think there's an epilogue coming up, so don't get too hopeful...
Reader Kudos to:
Trickster's Daughter (a.k.a t-d() ): Yeah, I love getting reviews off you, you're so bugger, what's the word... verbal. Communication. Whatever...
Captainme: See, I updated! And what are you on about with the Elizabeth thing? Oh, OK. I get it! (Smiles) See! Took me what? Five, ten minutes?
Disclaimer: I have to be drunk before I say it. It numbs the pain...
Elizabeth's Diary- 9th August
Today Will took Jack aside. They stayed in the office for over an hour, and you have never heard a place so quiet. They were probably expecting a row. They didn't get one. They got Will and Jack coming out without a word, Jack going back to the wheel, and Will off in the other direction. I followed, hearing Jack bellow commands at the pirates. Will was up on the mast, smiling to himself, humming a shanty.
"And she went up and then over," he sang, and then stopped when he saw me. He swept me into his arms, and kissing me like it was going out of fashion.
"Guess what! Jack says he'll let us stay on board, and even bring the kids! We'll be like any other person on board, and we're to sleep separate. He says its because we breed like rabbits, and five is quite enough, thanks." He laughed "I know it isn't perfect, but it seems right. And I can make my name as a normal pirate. But, it lies to you. Are you willing to give up your old life, exchange it for piracy?" I was gobsmacked. He'd managed to arrange all this, and now he was asking my opinion. I hadn't expected that. I looked at him, at the bandaged hand, at his face, which seemed more open than it had for years. I reached up and hugged him
"I would deem it an honour, Mr. Turner,"
"Thank you." He hugged me tightly, almost squashing me. "Jack says we can go and fetch the children."
"I should hope so as well!"
We sat at the look out hand in hand. I can't believe it. Elizabeth Turner, from governor's daughter to pirate in one easy step.
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23th August
We reached Port Royal three days ago. We didn't know what was in store. Jack was a bit edgy, as we have a lot of loot in our hold. So me and Will would have to be quick.
We walked through the streets. All around were blackened houses. There had been a fire recently. And the streets were deserted. It was awful. Like a ghost town. I huddled closer to Will.
Will went to talk to his old apprentice, Peter, and tell him what was going on. I went to my house to get the children. Estrella opened the door. She was scarred by the distinctive mark of smallpox.
"Oh my god. Estrella!" I gasped
"The smallpox came. It killed off everyone in the slums. I managed to pass it on round here. We were loosing people, and business. So we had to move the children. And then some of the healthy ones set the houses on fire to isolate it." I looked into her eyes and saw despair and trauma. "They killed the remaining ones in the slums. And oh, Mistress Turner! I gave it to your father!" she began to sob. "And to the little ones! Oh god have mercy!" I was stunned. She knelt in front of me, wailing.
"Are any of them alive? Estrella! Pull yourself together girl!" she stopped crying. "Are any of them still alive?"
"Yes." She whispered. "The twins. Everyone else died,"
I shook her
"Where are they?"
"On the farm, up on the hill," she broke up again. I left her and ran through the deserted streets. I ran into Will. He was holding the twins. I grabbed them off him.
"Peter told me," he said. I rocked my babies, crying silently. He held us all.
"Apparently it's pretty much over now. The fire wiped out the worst of it. Now though, I don't know whether Jack will let us back on. We don't need it on the ship,"
I couldn't say anything. I just kept crying. All my family were dead and gone. Except the twins and Will. I was just... there are no words to describe it. Will elped me back down to the ship.
"Ahoy!" he called "Permission to speak to the captain!"
I watched them converse quietly and urgently. Then Jack went back up on board. He came back with Anamaria holding a bundle of cloth. She didn't touch us, but took us to the cove, where there is the most enormous rock pool. She made me and the babes strip off and wash in the salt water. The babes didn't appear to have caught the disease, and Anamaria helped me scrub them. Will was out side. I could hear him dropping wood. Then, eyes closed, he fumbled into the cave and took some seaweed for tinder. I could feel the heat come off the fire. Anamaria left me to finish, then took my clothes out and came back empty handed.
"You're burning our clothes?"
"Just in case." She told me grimly and then threw a cloth at me. I dried myself and put on some of the clothes that Anamaria had brought. I was lucky, I'm slightly less muscular than Anamaria, and fitted her clothes well. I'd looked silly in Will's clothes anyway. We wrapped the twins, and I sat by the fire with Anamaria to feed them whilst Will bathed and came back. He appeared to have a change of clothes on the ship, as it fitted him well. He tossed the clothes onto the fire, and slicked his unruly hair into a ponytail. We watched the clothes disintegrate, and it was like my old life fell away with it.
Back on the Pearl, we were allowed time to ourselves. Will didn't seem to want it though. He went about his duties like it was any other day. But the twins waked me in the night, and Will was awake, crying silently. We left Port Royal, and I doubt I will go back. Ever.
A/N: I think there's an epilogue coming up, so don't get too hopeful...
Reader Kudos to:
Trickster's Daughter (a.k.a t-d() ): Yeah, I love getting reviews off you, you're so bugger, what's the word... verbal. Communication. Whatever...
Captainme: See, I updated! And what are you on about with the Elizabeth thing? Oh, OK. I get it! (Smiles) See! Took me what? Five, ten minutes?