Chapter Nineteen

The trio stared at the hallway. Here, standing in front of them, surrounded by a rough group of pirates, was a small boy who couldn't be more than ten or twelve. THIS was the reason that they were being chased and harmed? Robbie started to laugh. The boy turned his gaze to him. "You mock me because of my size? Size doesn't really matter when it's already three against thirty." Robbie stopped laughing. The boy grinned. "That's what I thought."

"Who are you?" asked Riley.

"I was wondering when that question would come up, but I didn't think you'd be the one to ask it, Miss Rosewell. I thought for sure it would be you," he looked at Will, "but seeing as you can't talk at the moment," he chuckled slightly before continuing. "Yes, I do know your names, even you, Mr. Fidducia." Robbie frowned. "I, am George Turner."

Riley's hand finally dropped off Will's mouth and Will just stared at him. "W - what?"

Will's jaw dropped. He didn't have any brothers, he knew that for sure, so George must be...

"Yes, I'm your son." Riley looked at him.

"My God, Will, he does look like you!"

That was true, something Will couldn't get away from. George had his cheekbones, his eyes... there was one thing that was different about him though... his hair, that wasn't Will's... "And," Will asked slowly, "and who's your mother?"

"Who has blonde hair?"

Will's eyes widened. "Elizabeth..." he murmured. (A/N: I noticed that Elizabeth's hair seems to get blonder and blonder as the movie progresses, so for those of you saying "she's a brunette! What are you talking about, you crazy woman?!" it was something I noticed, either that or I'm going blind.) Riley looked at him.

"What?" she and Robbie said together. "You and Elizabeth have A SON?!" said Robbie.

Riley looked away from Will, feeling very hurt. Her fairytale with Will was nothing at all anymore. If he had a son, then he'd certainly go back to Elizabeth.

"No!" said Will. "That's impossible! You don't exist! Elizabeth and I never... we wouldn't... I'd have been hanged!"

George walked a few steps closer. "You're right, Will, I don't exist. Not yet, I come along about 2 years from now, well back home, back in Port Royal. You see, you were never supposed to come here. That was an accident. That ship was never supposed to come here. Fate played a trick on us both."

"So if he comes back then him and Elizabeth will be married and you'll exist as their son?" asked Riley.

George nodded. Robbie seemed to be lost; he was looking from Will and Riley to George, to the pirates and the exit.

Will stared at his son for a moment longer, then looked at the ground. He couldn't make this decision. If he came back with Georgethen he wouldn't be with Riley. Elizabeth had broken his heart and Riley had mended it. He wanted to stay with Riley so bad. But if he did stay then George wouldn't exist, and he loved kids. He'd always wanted a family, he'd hate to make him disappear.

"Let me show you, father," said George. The place where George was standing turned into a kitchen. He was sitting at a table, and Elizabeth was walking to him, carrying a plate of breakfast. As George started to tuck in, Will came in from the blacksmith shop, kissed his wife, and ruffled his son's hair before sitting down at the table.

Will hung his head. He was happy with Elizabeth. What would he do...

"HE'S LYING!" Robbie yelled suddenly, pointing at Elizabeth. "Don't listen to him, Will, he's lying! This whole thing's a fake! Look at Elizabeth!"

Elizabeth was making some more breakfast for Will, and also looking at something on the counter, a photograph of the family. "The camera wasn't invented until the 1860's!"

"You told me that you came from the 1760's!" said Riley. Bless Robbie for being a history freak. She frowned at George. "You liar!"

"No! I -" but there was nothing that could explain what was happening now, the picture was changing... the moon was shining in from the window and Will and Elizabeth were standing in their living room, but... they were screaming at each other. They were fighting, not getting along, not getting along at all. Their marriage was falling apart.

"No! No!" George was yelling.

"You were lying," said Will. "What's the point of going back now?"

"I am!" shouted George. "I'm your son!"

"But I don't even know you," said Will.

"I'm your son, what's not to know?"

"Well, so far, I know you're a liar."

"Please, give me another chance! Come back to Port Royal with me! I can make you and Mother happy!"

Will looked back again at the vision of him and Elizabeth fighting. He couldn't put them all through that pain. He shook his head. "I'm sorry, George," he said softly. "I can't go back. I'd be causing everyone pain."

George turned around and nodded to the band of pirates behind him. They started to advance slowly on Will, Riley, and Robbie. "Father," he said, "if you don't come back with me, then I don't exist. You ARE coming back! SEIZE THEM!"

"RUN!" Robbie yelled. Will grabbed Riley's hand and they bolted down the hall, dozens of footsteps thundering after them.

"Will," said Riley, "I didn't know you had this cruel dictatorship side to you!"

"I don't," said Will. "That must've come from Elizabeth."

"Riley," started Robbie, "please tell me you know your way around here!"

Riley bit her lip. "I've never been here before, Robbie! I had never even heard of this place before tonight!"

"We're dead," he moaned, looking behind him at the pirates who were catching up.

"We need a plan," muttered Riley.

"We need Jack!" said Will.

"DON'T LET THEM GET AWAY!" they heard George yell.

They ran past a table with a bunch of ceramic pieces on it, small sculptures, and vases. "Wait, wait, wait!" Riley said. She ran back to the table and picked up a vase and threw it as hard as she could at a pirate. It hit him square in the forehead and shattered. He keeled over.

"Good idea!" said Will. He and Robbie each picked up one of the items and began chucking them at the crowd along with Riley. Robbie, as he picked up a circular dish, saw a particularly menacing and tough looking pirate advancing on him. He grinned at him, threw it like a frisbee and it hit a pirate right where he wanted it too... south of the border. The pirate dropped his raised sword and fell to his knees, eyes widened and watering in pain, making funny squeaking noises and covering his privates.

"Good shot, Robbie!" said Will, grinning.

"They're still coming," said Robbie, "we've got to move!" They started running again and made an abrupt left into another hallway, which gave them a choice of either going through to the next hall or up a set of stairs, which was blocked off by a rope. Riley and Robbie started to run down the hall but Will had stopped at the stairs. Riley halted.

"Come on, Will!" she cried.

"No, let's go this way!" he leapt over the rope, the other two on his heels.

George and the pirates came to the fork where Will, Robbie and Riley were seconds before. "Grrr!" he yelled out. "Half of you go down that hall, the rest of you follow me! We've got them now!"

"Maybe there's a fire escape at the end of the hall!" exclaimed Riley.

"Race you there," said Robbie. The two took off to get to the end, Will just behind them. Paintings on the walls were flashing by them which neither Robbie or Riley seemed to notice, and Will kept running after them, but something he saw out of the corner of his eye made him stop. He stared at it, open mouthed.

Riley and Robbie were almost at the end of the hall. "Look!" exclaimed Robbie. "There's a door!" they both ran to it, panting and out of breath, and skidded to a halt in front of it.

"Dammit!" yelled Riley. "It's just a painting!" Robbie looked left. Wall. Then right. Staircase. Door at the foot of it... a REAL door.

"Riley! There's the way out! Down there!" he started to speed down the stairs.

"Will! Come on! We've found a way out!" said Riley, looking back. "Will?"

Will was still staring at that painting. "WILL! COME ON!"

"RILEY LET'S MOVE!" shouted Robbie.

"WILL'S NOT COMING!"

"WHAT?!" yelled Robbie, running back up the stairs. "What the hell is he doing?!" he started to run back to where Will was, Riley on his heels. "ARE YOU MAD?!" he screamed. "We've got a way out!"

"That's me," Will whispered.

MWAHAHAHA!! ANOTHER EVIL CLIFFIE! Man, ever since I got back I'm in the really evil mood! FYI: reviews make me type faster!