Disclaimer: If I owned Disney, I would own Pirates of the Caribbean. Put
since I'm a broke college student who couldn't even afford to buy one of
those Mickey Mouse hats at Disney World, I don't own Pirates of the
Caribbean. So sue me. Um, on second thought, don't sue me. It would be a
waste of time, all you could get out of it is a few quarters for laundry.
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William Turner, his chocolate hair bedraggled from the ride back from fetching the doctor, paced up and down the hallway. Stifled moans escaped from behind the wooden door that he was forbidden to enter. With each moan, Will cringed. Gretchen, a chamber maid, approached her master tentatively.
"Mister Turner, if you don't mind me sayin' it, you should probably sit down. The doctor does not need two patients. Well, at least not yet."
Will forced a small smile. "You're probably right, Gretchen. But I cannot, in good conscience, rest while Mrs. Turner is.." his face reddened at the personal nature of the subject.
Gretchen spared him from having to finish. "I understand, but you must realize this could take all night."
Will's eyes widened, and he swallowed. "Yes, yes, of course. All night, you say?" He voice nearly squeaked.
Gretchen suppressed a smile, and nodded. "You'll want to be resting eventually, because the Lord above know once it's over you won't be doing Mrs. Turner any good if you can't stand up!"
"Yes, yes, I suppose you are quite right. Thank you, Gretchen." Gretchen curtsied and returned to polishing silver.
A loud, low scream echoed in the corridor, and Will instantly returned to pacing.
Nine hours later-
Dr. Gregory Watts laughed at the sight that greeted his eyes when he pulled open the door. Will Turner was on floor, his hands over his ears, fast asleep. The old doctor bent over Will's figure, lifted the blacksmith's calloused hands away from his ears, and cleared his throat. Will stirred, but didn't awaken, so Dr. Watts then tapped Will's shoulder.
Will's eyes flickered open and he found himself gazing into a pair of pale blue, unfamiliar eyes. He jolted upright. Then he remembered the face.
"Oh, Dr. Watts! How's Elizabeth? Can I see her?" Will said quickly, without a breath.
Dr. Watts chuckled. "Mrs. Turner is quite exhausted, but otherwise fine."
"Can I see her?" Will asked anxiously.
"Don't you want to know about your son?" Dr. Watts asked, as Will's jaw fell open.
"My son? I have... a son! Hey, everybody, I have a son!" Will called out, his face reflecting the ecstasy he felt.
"Easy, Mr. Turner, it's not dawn yet, you'll wake the town!" The doctor laughed.
"How is he?"
"Why don't you go see for yourself. Your wife and son will be very glad to finally see you."
Will clutched the doctor's shoulders and smiled. "Thank you!"
In less than a few seconds, Will had rushed into the room where he had been denied access for the past ten hours. When he saw his wife seated with a bundle in her arms, his eyes misted.
"Hello, Will." Elizabeth said, her voice tired, but joyful.
Will leaned over the bed and kissed her on the forehead, then studied
the face of his child. "He's a strapping young fellow, isn't he?"
Will commented.
"He's just like his father." Elizabeth responded. "Would you like to hold him?"
"I don't want to beak the poor child." Will replied, sincerely.
Elizabeth laughed. "You won't break him. Go ahead."
Will's eyes met Elizabeth's, and he slowly picked up his son and cradled him in his arms. The child, who had been sleeping until that point, opened his eyes and looked up at his father. Tears trickled down Will's cheeks as his dark eyes met with the baby blue of his son's.
"I love you, son." Will whispered. The child responded by closing his eyes once again.
"Well, Papa, what shall we name him?" Elizabeth asked softly.
"To be quite honest, I don't think there's a name on God's green earth that would be perfect enough for this child."
Elizabeth remained quiet for a moment, and then smiled. "Shall we name him after you, then?"
William was quick to respond. "Lord knows we don't need another William Turner in this world."
"Then what about Jonathan? Jonathan Weatherby Turner."
A grin stretched across Will's face as he tested the name. "Jonathan Weatherby Turner. It's perfect."
And with that, Jonathan Weatherby Turner parted his lips and began to cry.
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William Turner, his chocolate hair bedraggled from the ride back from fetching the doctor, paced up and down the hallway. Stifled moans escaped from behind the wooden door that he was forbidden to enter. With each moan, Will cringed. Gretchen, a chamber maid, approached her master tentatively.
"Mister Turner, if you don't mind me sayin' it, you should probably sit down. The doctor does not need two patients. Well, at least not yet."
Will forced a small smile. "You're probably right, Gretchen. But I cannot, in good conscience, rest while Mrs. Turner is.." his face reddened at the personal nature of the subject.
Gretchen spared him from having to finish. "I understand, but you must realize this could take all night."
Will's eyes widened, and he swallowed. "Yes, yes, of course. All night, you say?" He voice nearly squeaked.
Gretchen suppressed a smile, and nodded. "You'll want to be resting eventually, because the Lord above know once it's over you won't be doing Mrs. Turner any good if you can't stand up!"
"Yes, yes, I suppose you are quite right. Thank you, Gretchen." Gretchen curtsied and returned to polishing silver.
A loud, low scream echoed in the corridor, and Will instantly returned to pacing.
Nine hours later-
Dr. Gregory Watts laughed at the sight that greeted his eyes when he pulled open the door. Will Turner was on floor, his hands over his ears, fast asleep. The old doctor bent over Will's figure, lifted the blacksmith's calloused hands away from his ears, and cleared his throat. Will stirred, but didn't awaken, so Dr. Watts then tapped Will's shoulder.
Will's eyes flickered open and he found himself gazing into a pair of pale blue, unfamiliar eyes. He jolted upright. Then he remembered the face.
"Oh, Dr. Watts! How's Elizabeth? Can I see her?" Will said quickly, without a breath.
Dr. Watts chuckled. "Mrs. Turner is quite exhausted, but otherwise fine."
"Can I see her?" Will asked anxiously.
"Don't you want to know about your son?" Dr. Watts asked, as Will's jaw fell open.
"My son? I have... a son! Hey, everybody, I have a son!" Will called out, his face reflecting the ecstasy he felt.
"Easy, Mr. Turner, it's not dawn yet, you'll wake the town!" The doctor laughed.
"How is he?"
"Why don't you go see for yourself. Your wife and son will be very glad to finally see you."
Will clutched the doctor's shoulders and smiled. "Thank you!"
In less than a few seconds, Will had rushed into the room where he had been denied access for the past ten hours. When he saw his wife seated with a bundle in her arms, his eyes misted.
"Hello, Will." Elizabeth said, her voice tired, but joyful.
Will leaned over the bed and kissed her on the forehead, then studied
the face of his child. "He's a strapping young fellow, isn't he?"
Will commented.
"He's just like his father." Elizabeth responded. "Would you like to hold him?"
"I don't want to beak the poor child." Will replied, sincerely.
Elizabeth laughed. "You won't break him. Go ahead."
Will's eyes met Elizabeth's, and he slowly picked up his son and cradled him in his arms. The child, who had been sleeping until that point, opened his eyes and looked up at his father. Tears trickled down Will's cheeks as his dark eyes met with the baby blue of his son's.
"I love you, son." Will whispered. The child responded by closing his eyes once again.
"Well, Papa, what shall we name him?" Elizabeth asked softly.
"To be quite honest, I don't think there's a name on God's green earth that would be perfect enough for this child."
Elizabeth remained quiet for a moment, and then smiled. "Shall we name him after you, then?"
William was quick to respond. "Lord knows we don't need another William Turner in this world."
"Then what about Jonathan? Jonathan Weatherby Turner."
A grin stretched across Will's face as he tested the name. "Jonathan Weatherby Turner. It's perfect."
And with that, Jonathan Weatherby Turner parted his lips and began to cry.