A/N: This is a little epilogue thingy I had banging about in my head and since I have never been one for being beaten round the head, I'll get rid of it, and then maybe it'll go away...
Disclaimer: Not saying it on account of you should know. I do own Tom though. But he's dead, so I don't think it counts so much. Actually I don't think I've mentioned that before. Oh well. I get there in the end. It just takes me a while...
Elizabeth's Diary- 26th August
We went to the Bride tonight, and me and Anamaria watched Jack and Will get drunker and drunker. By the end of the night they were singing shanties and rude songs with all the gusto of the drunkard. The babes fell asleep, and we crowbar'd Will and Jack upright. Watching then try to support themselves out the bar is something that I may never forget.
Outside in the quiet street, Jack decided to try teamwork. Every time he stumbled, he grabbed Will, who grabbed a wall. This way everyone remained pretty much upright. This made going pretty slow though. After a while, when Will had managed to miss a wall yet again, me and Anamaria did what every good woman should, and supported our men. Anamaria did it with the skill of someone who has repeated the motion over and oer. I did it slower, but managed and we weaved to the Pearl. I helped Will to his hammock and the children were put in theirs. Then I sat and wrote this.
I am glad Will is happy. He has never been, in all my time of knowing him, so completely content. We still mourn our children, and are thankful some were saved. As for myself, I feel happier as the bold pirate woman, than as the perfect polite governor's daughter, good for 'naught but marriage an' kids' as the cook once so not so kindly put it.
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28th August
Today as I was collecting drinks (it was my round), I heard something that grabbed me.
"Ole Swann, now he was a pirate,"
It was an old man, the proprietor of the bar
"Who did you say?" I asked
"Switchblade Swann. He was a good pirate, a fine man," the old man was lost in memories
"O' course, he never got over his son becoming a lawman. A governor, no less. Ole Swann wanted him to carry on the tradition,"
"Really?" I smiled. What were the odds?
"Yep, ole Switchblade. Bloody brilliant pirate. His son though." He shook his head "What was his name? Weatherby? Warwick?"
I stifled a giggle. It had to be. I almost danced back and eagerly related everything. Will hugged me and Anamaria his a smile as Jack waved his arms wildly and shouted
"Tole yer so! Tole yer so! Birds of a feather!" he laughed, and calmed down (well, stopped shouting and waving his arms) "Ole Swann eh? Bit before my time. The whelp's father, William. He knew 'im. He was hauled in front of the Navy, and hanged, a coupla years before your dad married your mum, I reckon," he took a swig from the mug in front of him and nudged Will
"You'd better watch yerself with 'er mate. She's got pirate in 'er, and you know what pirate women are like," Anamaria pretended to be offended and Jack tried to save himself "They are the most beautiful creatures.They're why the Sirens were why they were,"
"nice save," will congratulated him "However it may not work," Anamaria still looked offended. So Jack, with his usual tact and charm, pulled her into a long kiss, and she fought him off. Me and Will moved back and watched. Just another night in the life of a pirate. Yep, totally normal to watch Anamaria chase Jack down the street shouting nasty things about eunuchs, two bricks and knives. Nothing unusual at all. Truly.
A/N: And, so, we will leave these happy folk to watch Jack get made an honorary eunach, or if Anamaria gets her way, maybe not...
Kudos and hugs from the pirate of your choice to:
Disclaimer: Not saying it on account of you should know. I do own Tom though. But he's dead, so I don't think it counts so much. Actually I don't think I've mentioned that before. Oh well. I get there in the end. It just takes me a while...
Elizabeth's Diary- 26th August
We went to the Bride tonight, and me and Anamaria watched Jack and Will get drunker and drunker. By the end of the night they were singing shanties and rude songs with all the gusto of the drunkard. The babes fell asleep, and we crowbar'd Will and Jack upright. Watching then try to support themselves out the bar is something that I may never forget.
Outside in the quiet street, Jack decided to try teamwork. Every time he stumbled, he grabbed Will, who grabbed a wall. This way everyone remained pretty much upright. This made going pretty slow though. After a while, when Will had managed to miss a wall yet again, me and Anamaria did what every good woman should, and supported our men. Anamaria did it with the skill of someone who has repeated the motion over and oer. I did it slower, but managed and we weaved to the Pearl. I helped Will to his hammock and the children were put in theirs. Then I sat and wrote this.
I am glad Will is happy. He has never been, in all my time of knowing him, so completely content. We still mourn our children, and are thankful some were saved. As for myself, I feel happier as the bold pirate woman, than as the perfect polite governor's daughter, good for 'naught but marriage an' kids' as the cook once so not so kindly put it.
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28th August
Today as I was collecting drinks (it was my round), I heard something that grabbed me.
"Ole Swann, now he was a pirate,"
It was an old man, the proprietor of the bar
"Who did you say?" I asked
"Switchblade Swann. He was a good pirate, a fine man," the old man was lost in memories
"O' course, he never got over his son becoming a lawman. A governor, no less. Ole Swann wanted him to carry on the tradition,"
"Really?" I smiled. What were the odds?
"Yep, ole Switchblade. Bloody brilliant pirate. His son though." He shook his head "What was his name? Weatherby? Warwick?"
I stifled a giggle. It had to be. I almost danced back and eagerly related everything. Will hugged me and Anamaria his a smile as Jack waved his arms wildly and shouted
"Tole yer so! Tole yer so! Birds of a feather!" he laughed, and calmed down (well, stopped shouting and waving his arms) "Ole Swann eh? Bit before my time. The whelp's father, William. He knew 'im. He was hauled in front of the Navy, and hanged, a coupla years before your dad married your mum, I reckon," he took a swig from the mug in front of him and nudged Will
"You'd better watch yerself with 'er mate. She's got pirate in 'er, and you know what pirate women are like," Anamaria pretended to be offended and Jack tried to save himself "They are the most beautiful creatures.They're why the Sirens were why they were,"
"nice save," will congratulated him "However it may not work," Anamaria still looked offended. So Jack, with his usual tact and charm, pulled her into a long kiss, and she fought him off. Me and Will moved back and watched. Just another night in the life of a pirate. Yep, totally normal to watch Anamaria chase Jack down the street shouting nasty things about eunuchs, two bricks and knives. Nothing unusual at all. Truly.
A/N: And, so, we will leave these happy folk to watch Jack get made an honorary eunach, or if Anamaria gets her way, maybe not...
Kudos and hugs from the pirate of your choice to: