"I told you!" Naomi scolded her sister,
"Did not!"
"Did to!"
"Did not!"
"Did to!"
"Did ..."
"Did what?" Cleo walked in the dinning room,
"Nothing," Natalie put her hand behind her back,
"Abigail and Bill are engaged," Naomi said, and Natalie nudged her, "Ow, what did you do that for?"
"I didn't do it that hard." She scowled,
"Finally," Cleo smiled, and began to head for the kitchen
"Yeah, but they can't marry!" Natalie sighed,
"What?" She stopped and turned,
"Abigail's father's will says that she has to marry Edward Norrington is he's not married or engaged, already." She frowned,
"What about Miss Abigail?"
"She's not married," Natalie's blue eyes looked into Cleo's,
"But she's engaged," Naomi looked her sister,
"Rules are different for women, they must follow men and they mustn't lead." Natalie sighed, "Their going to have to break up the engagement unless Edward finds someone." They both looked at Cleo,
"That's why I'm not a noble."
"So she's staying with us?" Will questioned as Elizabeth nodded slowly, "Where is she going to sleep?"
"In Cleo's room, with her." She answered,
"Alright, but she's going to marry him right?" He asked again,
"Yes, Will Abigail will marry Bill," She sighed, silence came between them and it seemed that he was thinking,
"Wait," He finally said, "Doesn't it say in her father's will that she's suppose to marry Edward if he dies?"
"Oh no." She gasped, "But their engaged,"
"But not married," He reminded her, "The will could break off their engagement if Edward doesn't find a girl."
Cleo looked at the girl who appeared sleeping in her bed. Abigail took up all the space, and slowly she crawled on the bed, and began to tap her on the shoulder,
"Abigail," She whispered, "come on love scoot over," The girl didn't budge, "Please move! Come on love its really not that hard I swear," Cleo gave a hard sigh, and began to scoot the girl over, and Abigail woke with a start,
"Miss Turner!" She exclaimed in a sleepy voice, "What on Earth are you doing?"
"Well Miss Abigail, if you would've just moved in the first place than I wouldn't have to wake you up so rudely," Cleo placed her hand on her hips,
"You could've woken me up gently and then I would've moved." She smiled, and moved to make room for Cleo on the queen size bed,
"But you were sleepin' so beautifully," Cleo said sarcastically, "I couldn't have done that to ya, love." She took her spot besides Abigail, and silence came between them,
"Miss Turner?" Abigail whispered through the darkness,
"Yes, love?" She yawned,
"May I ask how old you are?" She asked,
"Fifteen, why?" Cleo turned to where the voice came from,
"You act much older, if you don't mind me saying so," She said surprised, "I thought you were my age, eighteen or older,"
"How olds dear Bill?" Cleo questioned,
"Eighteen," She answered, "He'll be nineteen soon though,"
"That's lovely," She yawned again,
"Where's you're family from?" Abigail didn't seem tired and Cleo was very tired but answered the girl's questions truthfully, but wishing she would be quiet all the same,
"The Pearl," Cleo began to nod off and then she realized what she had just said,
"What?" Abigail sat up suddenly,
"England, Pearl, England," She tired to correct herself, but had a feeling it was a little late,
"You're a... a...." Cleo felt Abigail inch away from her,
"Pirate?" She offered, there was no hiding it now, "That I am,"
"So you're really not Mr. Turner's cousin?" The girl questioned,
"Nope," Cleo shook her head, "Secrets out, no point in denyin' it, now."
"What's you're name then?"
"Cleo Sparrow." She sighed, getting a bit tired of the questions,
"The daughter of Captain Jack Sparrow!" Abigail gasped, "I've heard stories about you and you're father and the Black Pearl!"
"Stories, eh?" Cleo closed her eyes in the dark and smiled, "Maybe in the mornin' you can tell me some of these stories."
Elizabeth finally talked Will into letting her move around the house with the baby. She felt happy that she could finally move her legs and stretch. The girls were happy to have their mother scold them instead of Becky. Elizabeth was busy putting out some plates on the table,
"Mrs. Turner?" Elizabeth looked up and saw Abigail come into the room,
"Abigail, good to see you!" She smiled at the girl,
"As you Mrs. Turner." She returned the gesture,
"What is it, the you dear?" Elizabeth asked,
"Thank you for letting me stay here," She looked down at her feet,
"Anything for my daughter-in-law." Abigail looked back up at the warm smiling face,
"Do you need any help?" Abigail asked, and walked in a bit farther into the dinning room,
"No, I'm fine." Elizabeth nodded, "You can sit here and keep me company if you like since Bill went to the Blacksmith's." Abigail took a seat. She began to feel dizzy and held her head for a moment on the table. Elizabeth noticed this and looked at her worried, "Are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine," She smiled, "It must be everything happening so quickly, first my father dies, then Bill proposes, and then Clarissa tells me that she's in fact Cleo Sparrow, just a bit overwhelming,"
"It feels that way at first and then it quickly comes together and then you start to feel bored," She laughed,
"Mrs. Turner...."
"You can call me Elizabeth, Abigail," She smiled,
"I was wondering...." There was a baby's cry from upstairs, and Elizabeth sighed,
"I'll be right back," Finally for what seemed like an hour Elizabeth came back down, "So Abigail what is it that you wanted to talk about?"
"Elizabeth," She said shakily, "Do you promise you won't be mad at me?"
"Of course," She smiled, "I don't have a reason to be mad with you. You made Bill the happiest I ever seen him."
"I can't marry Edward," Abigail bit her lip,
"Don't worry we're going to make sure that doesn't happen," she reassured the girl, "Is that all?"
"No," Abigail shook her head, "I'm pregnant,"
"Did not!"
"Did to!"
"Did not!"
"Did to!"
"Did ..."
"Did what?" Cleo walked in the dinning room,
"Nothing," Natalie put her hand behind her back,
"Abigail and Bill are engaged," Naomi said, and Natalie nudged her, "Ow, what did you do that for?"
"I didn't do it that hard." She scowled,
"Finally," Cleo smiled, and began to head for the kitchen
"Yeah, but they can't marry!" Natalie sighed,
"What?" She stopped and turned,
"Abigail's father's will says that she has to marry Edward Norrington is he's not married or engaged, already." She frowned,
"What about Miss Abigail?"
"She's not married," Natalie's blue eyes looked into Cleo's,
"But she's engaged," Naomi looked her sister,
"Rules are different for women, they must follow men and they mustn't lead." Natalie sighed, "Their going to have to break up the engagement unless Edward finds someone." They both looked at Cleo,
"That's why I'm not a noble."
"So she's staying with us?" Will questioned as Elizabeth nodded slowly, "Where is she going to sleep?"
"In Cleo's room, with her." She answered,
"Alright, but she's going to marry him right?" He asked again,
"Yes, Will Abigail will marry Bill," She sighed, silence came between them and it seemed that he was thinking,
"Wait," He finally said, "Doesn't it say in her father's will that she's suppose to marry Edward if he dies?"
"Oh no." She gasped, "But their engaged,"
"But not married," He reminded her, "The will could break off their engagement if Edward doesn't find a girl."
Cleo looked at the girl who appeared sleeping in her bed. Abigail took up all the space, and slowly she crawled on the bed, and began to tap her on the shoulder,
"Abigail," She whispered, "come on love scoot over," The girl didn't budge, "Please move! Come on love its really not that hard I swear," Cleo gave a hard sigh, and began to scoot the girl over, and Abigail woke with a start,
"Miss Turner!" She exclaimed in a sleepy voice, "What on Earth are you doing?"
"Well Miss Abigail, if you would've just moved in the first place than I wouldn't have to wake you up so rudely," Cleo placed her hand on her hips,
"You could've woken me up gently and then I would've moved." She smiled, and moved to make room for Cleo on the queen size bed,
"But you were sleepin' so beautifully," Cleo said sarcastically, "I couldn't have done that to ya, love." She took her spot besides Abigail, and silence came between them,
"Miss Turner?" Abigail whispered through the darkness,
"Yes, love?" She yawned,
"May I ask how old you are?" She asked,
"Fifteen, why?" Cleo turned to where the voice came from,
"You act much older, if you don't mind me saying so," She said surprised, "I thought you were my age, eighteen or older,"
"How olds dear Bill?" Cleo questioned,
"Eighteen," She answered, "He'll be nineteen soon though,"
"That's lovely," She yawned again,
"Where's you're family from?" Abigail didn't seem tired and Cleo was very tired but answered the girl's questions truthfully, but wishing she would be quiet all the same,
"The Pearl," Cleo began to nod off and then she realized what she had just said,
"What?" Abigail sat up suddenly,
"England, Pearl, England," She tired to correct herself, but had a feeling it was a little late,
"You're a... a...." Cleo felt Abigail inch away from her,
"Pirate?" She offered, there was no hiding it now, "That I am,"
"So you're really not Mr. Turner's cousin?" The girl questioned,
"Nope," Cleo shook her head, "Secrets out, no point in denyin' it, now."
"What's you're name then?"
"Cleo Sparrow." She sighed, getting a bit tired of the questions,
"The daughter of Captain Jack Sparrow!" Abigail gasped, "I've heard stories about you and you're father and the Black Pearl!"
"Stories, eh?" Cleo closed her eyes in the dark and smiled, "Maybe in the mornin' you can tell me some of these stories."
Elizabeth finally talked Will into letting her move around the house with the baby. She felt happy that she could finally move her legs and stretch. The girls were happy to have their mother scold them instead of Becky. Elizabeth was busy putting out some plates on the table,
"Mrs. Turner?" Elizabeth looked up and saw Abigail come into the room,
"Abigail, good to see you!" She smiled at the girl,
"As you Mrs. Turner." She returned the gesture,
"What is it, the you dear?" Elizabeth asked,
"Thank you for letting me stay here," She looked down at her feet,
"Anything for my daughter-in-law." Abigail looked back up at the warm smiling face,
"Do you need any help?" Abigail asked, and walked in a bit farther into the dinning room,
"No, I'm fine." Elizabeth nodded, "You can sit here and keep me company if you like since Bill went to the Blacksmith's." Abigail took a seat. She began to feel dizzy and held her head for a moment on the table. Elizabeth noticed this and looked at her worried, "Are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine," She smiled, "It must be everything happening so quickly, first my father dies, then Bill proposes, and then Clarissa tells me that she's in fact Cleo Sparrow, just a bit overwhelming,"
"It feels that way at first and then it quickly comes together and then you start to feel bored," She laughed,
"Mrs. Turner...."
"You can call me Elizabeth, Abigail," She smiled,
"I was wondering...." There was a baby's cry from upstairs, and Elizabeth sighed,
"I'll be right back," Finally for what seemed like an hour Elizabeth came back down, "So Abigail what is it that you wanted to talk about?"
"Elizabeth," She said shakily, "Do you promise you won't be mad at me?"
"Of course," She smiled, "I don't have a reason to be mad with you. You made Bill the happiest I ever seen him."
"I can't marry Edward," Abigail bit her lip,
"Don't worry we're going to make sure that doesn't happen," she reassured the girl, "Is that all?"
"No," Abigail shook her head, "I'm pregnant,"