Quietly Bill opened the door to his house. The sun had set and it was already midnight. His clothes were a mess, and he needed a bath, badly. He crept through the house past the study.
"Lord, do you always stay out this late?" A voice came from the study, made him stop dead in his tracks. He turned and saw Cleo in her nightgown.
"What are you doing here?" He whispered,
"Waitin' for you." She replied getting up from her seat. "You're parents believe almost anything."
"What are you talking about?" He asked,
"I told 'em you were already asleep in your room, and that I saw you come in." She shrugged he looked at her suspiciously.
"Why?" Bill still had uncertainty in his eyes.
"Cause I need to talk to ya mate." She smiled, and put her arm towards the study to welcome him in. He sat down in a seat, and she took hers. "Come now, I know we haven't gotten off to the greatest start but you can put a lil' faith in me. Since I did your chores."
"You did one."
"And am goin' to keep this lil' secret." And she threw her legs over the chair and became comfortable, "What has you're da been tellin' you 'bout pirates, boy?"
"Aside from them being filthy, beings that don't care about anything from anybody?" He shrugged,
"Sounds more like a like a noble than a pirate." She smiled at him wickedly, "Although that's a bit interestin' from a pirate himself, are you sure you're da said that?"
"Well he didn't really say that, that's what I think." He looked at her, "What do you mean from a pirate?"
"Boy, didn't you're father ever tell you of when he sailed with me da, an' 'bout you're grandda, ol' Bootstrap?" She laughed quietly,
"My father never did any of those things!" Bill kept his voice low and dangerous,
"You're da, sailed with Captain Jack Sparrow for a while 'efore you were even born, along with you're mum of course." She nodded, "How do you think you're da got this nice sized house, off of blacksmith's pay?"
"My father's not a pirate" His voice became lower, "He makes enough money to buy this house and keep it, because he's the best blacksmith known in the Caribbean."
"How do you think he became known through out he Caribbean, Mr. Turner?" She questioned him.
"He wasn't a pirate." He shook his head,
"Boy, you'll have to square with bein' a pirate someday." She said as equally low as he had.
"My father is not a pirate!" He felt for his dagger, and looked down, it wasn't there. Quickly he looked back up and saw Cleo flipping it in the air and catching skillfully. "He told me about your father, and Barbossa, that's the only piracy he ever committed."
"Aye, but its not the only piracy, dear William." She held the dagger at ease. "He sailed with me da."
"No." He shook his head,
"An' your sweet mum followed," She curled her lips into a wicked smile, and started to toss the dagger again, and he caught it. She got up. "Alright, since you don't believe me ask your dear ol' da, I'll see you in the mornin'." She started to walk out the door when she heard metal hit wood. She turned to her right and saw the dagger that he had caught in the wooden frame.
"Good aim." She smiled,
"What do you mean?" He looked at her, "I missed."
"Cleo hurry up we're going to be late!" Elizabeth called, feeling her round stomach. She had felt pains all last night but ignored them.
"Hold up, I'm comin'!" Cleo ran down the stair gasping for air and making sure that none of the pins fell out of her hair. "Damn corset." She whispered. She saw the four of them waiting there, and noticed one missing. "Where's dear, Bill?"
"He's courting Abigail to the coronation." She smiled. The girls broke into giggles at the mention of Abigail's name. "You look lovely." Quickly turned away to hide her face and held her stomach from the pain that suddenly came upon it.
"Elizabeth are you alright?" Will went over to her.
"Perhaps I need to lay down." She answered, breathlessly. The girls stopped giggling and turned to their mother. She felt her stomach nervously and winced.
"Cleo take the girls to the coronation." He said in steady voice, and turned back to Elizabeth, "Come on we're going upstairs."
"Will..." She gasped, as he helped her up the stairs. Cleo quickly pushed the girls out the door and into the carriage. They sat in an uneasy silence.
"Is mother going to be alright?" Naomi said in a quiet voice.
"You're mum's strong, she can hold a bit longer." Cleo nodded, and thought for a minute, "What's a coronation?"
Bill walked steadily arm in arm with Abigail to the coronation. Her father was close in front in the carriage that she had declined. Although he was a bit a ways Bill felt the glare on him.
"You're father doesn't seem to like me much." He whispered to her,
"He just doesn't like thought of not being the only man in my life." She sighed, "And your family's history."
"What my father saving my mother with Captain Jack Sparrow?" He asked,
"Yes," Her eyes went a bit dreamy, "its incredibly romantic how he wanted to save your mother, though."
"Of course, he loves her and would do anything for her." He shrugged, "If people are in love they will do anything for each other."
Cleo slowly climbed out of the carriage, and saw the line of carriages behind them. The two girls came up behind her and took her hands. She looked to either side of her, and saw them. They seemed a little shaken from what had happen at their house, but recovered quickly and smiled at the fort that lay before them.
"Remember I'm you're father's cousin." She whispered to them,
"You don't look anything like him." Natalie frowned,
"That's why we're cousins, and not brother and sister." She smiled, "Alright." The three girls entered the fort to find Bill there with a girl on his arm. The two twins waved to them and they came over.
"Well hello girls how are you?" Abigail smiled and looked down at them.
"Good, Ms. Abigail." They giggled, and soon some of the other little girls caught their attention and they ran off.
"Girls." Abigail shook her head, and turned to Cleo, and seemed to wait for something.
"Oh, Abigail this is..." Bill started,
"Clarissa, I'm Mr. Turner's cousin, from England." Cleo broke him off.
"That's wonderful," She smiled, "What brings you to the Caribbean?"
"I came to visit my family," She smiled, "Never seen dear William before, and decided it was best to come an' see him."
"Splendid." Abigail nodded,
"Yes," Cleo nodded back, feeling a headache coming on, "Splendid."
"Lord, do you always stay out this late?" A voice came from the study, made him stop dead in his tracks. He turned and saw Cleo in her nightgown.
"What are you doing here?" He whispered,
"Waitin' for you." She replied getting up from her seat. "You're parents believe almost anything."
"What are you talking about?" He asked,
"I told 'em you were already asleep in your room, and that I saw you come in." She shrugged he looked at her suspiciously.
"Why?" Bill still had uncertainty in his eyes.
"Cause I need to talk to ya mate." She smiled, and put her arm towards the study to welcome him in. He sat down in a seat, and she took hers. "Come now, I know we haven't gotten off to the greatest start but you can put a lil' faith in me. Since I did your chores."
"You did one."
"And am goin' to keep this lil' secret." And she threw her legs over the chair and became comfortable, "What has you're da been tellin' you 'bout pirates, boy?"
"Aside from them being filthy, beings that don't care about anything from anybody?" He shrugged,
"Sounds more like a like a noble than a pirate." She smiled at him wickedly, "Although that's a bit interestin' from a pirate himself, are you sure you're da said that?"
"Well he didn't really say that, that's what I think." He looked at her, "What do you mean from a pirate?"
"Boy, didn't you're father ever tell you of when he sailed with me da, an' 'bout you're grandda, ol' Bootstrap?" She laughed quietly,
"My father never did any of those things!" Bill kept his voice low and dangerous,
"You're da, sailed with Captain Jack Sparrow for a while 'efore you were even born, along with you're mum of course." She nodded, "How do you think you're da got this nice sized house, off of blacksmith's pay?"
"My father's not a pirate" His voice became lower, "He makes enough money to buy this house and keep it, because he's the best blacksmith known in the Caribbean."
"How do you think he became known through out he Caribbean, Mr. Turner?" She questioned him.
"He wasn't a pirate." He shook his head,
"Boy, you'll have to square with bein' a pirate someday." She said as equally low as he had.
"My father is not a pirate!" He felt for his dagger, and looked down, it wasn't there. Quickly he looked back up and saw Cleo flipping it in the air and catching skillfully. "He told me about your father, and Barbossa, that's the only piracy he ever committed."
"Aye, but its not the only piracy, dear William." She held the dagger at ease. "He sailed with me da."
"No." He shook his head,
"An' your sweet mum followed," She curled her lips into a wicked smile, and started to toss the dagger again, and he caught it. She got up. "Alright, since you don't believe me ask your dear ol' da, I'll see you in the mornin'." She started to walk out the door when she heard metal hit wood. She turned to her right and saw the dagger that he had caught in the wooden frame.
"Good aim." She smiled,
"What do you mean?" He looked at her, "I missed."
"Cleo hurry up we're going to be late!" Elizabeth called, feeling her round stomach. She had felt pains all last night but ignored them.
"Hold up, I'm comin'!" Cleo ran down the stair gasping for air and making sure that none of the pins fell out of her hair. "Damn corset." She whispered. She saw the four of them waiting there, and noticed one missing. "Where's dear, Bill?"
"He's courting Abigail to the coronation." She smiled. The girls broke into giggles at the mention of Abigail's name. "You look lovely." Quickly turned away to hide her face and held her stomach from the pain that suddenly came upon it.
"Elizabeth are you alright?" Will went over to her.
"Perhaps I need to lay down." She answered, breathlessly. The girls stopped giggling and turned to their mother. She felt her stomach nervously and winced.
"Cleo take the girls to the coronation." He said in steady voice, and turned back to Elizabeth, "Come on we're going upstairs."
"Will..." She gasped, as he helped her up the stairs. Cleo quickly pushed the girls out the door and into the carriage. They sat in an uneasy silence.
"Is mother going to be alright?" Naomi said in a quiet voice.
"You're mum's strong, she can hold a bit longer." Cleo nodded, and thought for a minute, "What's a coronation?"
Bill walked steadily arm in arm with Abigail to the coronation. Her father was close in front in the carriage that she had declined. Although he was a bit a ways Bill felt the glare on him.
"You're father doesn't seem to like me much." He whispered to her,
"He just doesn't like thought of not being the only man in my life." She sighed, "And your family's history."
"What my father saving my mother with Captain Jack Sparrow?" He asked,
"Yes," Her eyes went a bit dreamy, "its incredibly romantic how he wanted to save your mother, though."
"Of course, he loves her and would do anything for her." He shrugged, "If people are in love they will do anything for each other."
Cleo slowly climbed out of the carriage, and saw the line of carriages behind them. The two girls came up behind her and took her hands. She looked to either side of her, and saw them. They seemed a little shaken from what had happen at their house, but recovered quickly and smiled at the fort that lay before them.
"Remember I'm you're father's cousin." She whispered to them,
"You don't look anything like him." Natalie frowned,
"That's why we're cousins, and not brother and sister." She smiled, "Alright." The three girls entered the fort to find Bill there with a girl on his arm. The two twins waved to them and they came over.
"Well hello girls how are you?" Abigail smiled and looked down at them.
"Good, Ms. Abigail." They giggled, and soon some of the other little girls caught their attention and they ran off.
"Girls." Abigail shook her head, and turned to Cleo, and seemed to wait for something.
"Oh, Abigail this is..." Bill started,
"Clarissa, I'm Mr. Turner's cousin, from England." Cleo broke him off.
"That's wonderful," She smiled, "What brings you to the Caribbean?"
"I came to visit my family," She smiled, "Never seen dear William before, and decided it was best to come an' see him."
"Splendid." Abigail nodded,
"Yes," Cleo nodded back, feeling a headache coming on, "Splendid."