Chapter Twenty
"Ma...Ma...get up, it's almost sunrise, we'll be late."
Elizabeth awoke to her son's prodding finger in her side. "James," She groaned, "Calm down...it's early...go back to sleep dear..."
"No Ma," He said, pushing his mother over so she faced him, her eyes still closed, "We have to go to the beach."
"And why must we go to the beach at this deadly hour?" She asked, only muttering."
"We have to meet Mr. Turner before sunrise, or he'll leave without us!" He said as he took a sack from his mother's closet.
If anything were to have awakened Elizabeth, this surely did. Shooting up out of bed, she moved dramatically towards her son, "Mr. Turner? James...what is going on?"
"Ma, I heard you talking, that man. Will. He is William Turner! You know...THE PIRATE! I don't know how you know him..." He continued, "but I do know that you want to go with him...why did you tell him no?" Young James continued piling Elizabeth's casual clothes into her bag. She crawled out of bed.
"You where eavesdropping on my conversations...James..."
"Ma, does it matter now? We have to beat the sunrise!" James said pulling his mother towards the closet.
"Oh James..." Elizabeth said, suddenly bursting into tears "I don't know why I said no...I guess I was upset that Will would chose bloody pirating over me...That he had to have the best of both worlds..."
"But Mum! That's the best of both worlds for you too! I know it! And besides, this doesn't have to do with pirating, this has to do with Mr. Turner...you're the one that refused to go with him!"
"But he refused to stay with me first!" Elizabeth said, almost getting what her son meant, but still denying she understood.
"He only refused because it wasn't what his heart told him to do. You refused because...honestly Mum...because of your pride." Elizabeth took in what her son had just said, staring blankly as he continued, "Is living a life without Mr. Turner for the sake of your pride better than living a happy life with him?" Young James asked.
How could a ten year old be so smart? Elizabeth's eyes brightened momentarily, before she sat back down onto the bed, still denying her son's reasoning, "But what would I say to him? What would he think of me? I was so selfish..."
"He'll always love you Mum." Young James said, "At least that's what the note says." He handed her the note Will had sent the day before, beaming as he did so.
"Why are you doing this?" Elizabeth asked as she finished reading the note, tears in her eyes.
"For you mum, I want you to be happy, and Father would want you to be too."
Elizabeth remembered her husband's last words to her...he wanted her to be happy...taking her son in her grasps she hugged him tightly.
"Thank you!" she said, "Thank you for thinking of me over yourself."
James smirked, "Well honestly Mum, I wasn't just thinking of you..." He said smugly.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"I also wanted a chance to meet Jack Sparrow!" He said sheepishly.
"Captain...Captain Jack Sparrow sweetheart." She laughed. She opened her closet, scanning the clothes inside of it...There where dozens of new black silk and lace dresses, bought to honor her husband...Throwing them aside, she smiled. "Now pack quickly! We have to beat the sun!"
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