Chapter Two: Realizations

Will Turner sat outside holding his infant child lovingly. Elizabeth came up behind him, and kissed him gently.

"Ah, guess who's up?" he whispered to his daughter.

Elizabeth smiled.

"Good morning!" she said.

"Good morning Liz." he said, kissing her forehead gently as he stood up.

"Why didn't you wake me?" she asked him.

"Well, you looked so much like an angel sleeping there that I couldn't help myself. I decided to let you sleep in. But I did have the cook keep your food warm, so you could call for it when your woke up."

Elizabeth smiled again. She lifted her daughter out of her husbands arms, and looked into her sleeping face. She still couldn't believe that she was real. That this was her little one. She remembered when she didn't think she'd ever be able to live to see her daughter first smile, or see her laugh. She was thankful for every moment that she had with her child, and with her husband. She knew that everything she had, each breath she took, was a gift. She loved her child so much, and she would do anything, and everything in her power, beyond her power, to protect this child. Even if it meant giving her life. But she was grateful, that she did not have to make that sacrifice.

Will had been thinking much along the same line. He had risked his life, and willing would have given it, for Elizabeth's sake. He had wanted nothing, save it be her safety, and happiness. She had been his angel, his reason for life. Now he would protect both his angels, at any cost. He wanted to be the kind of father, that he had never had the chance to be. Since he had never had a father, to teach him how to be one, the thought that he was a father, made him a little nervous. But nonetheless, he would give his life, if it meant a better life for his angels.

Both their thoughts were interrupted as Boostrap Bill entered the room.

"Good mornin!" he exclaimed.

Bill had been living in the governors house too, since his son lived there, and Elizabeth had insisted that, atleast for the time being, he stay with them. She was sure that he would never get a better opportunity to get to know his father, than if he were living with them.

So, the mansion had gone from a little family of three, Elizabeth, Will, and the Governor, to the number of seven. There was much more hustle and bustle than there was before, and of course it was kept quiet that they were all staying there. After all, what would it sound like back in England, if they learned that the Governor of Port Royal had let his daughter marry a blacksmith, who's father was a pirate, and that he had been living with them, and in the meantime, two other pirates had been staying in their home, and that he had allowed it knowingly? Governor Swann worried about this frequently. As long as Commodore Norrington doesn't know, he always thought.

As Bill sat down, Jack arrived back from his walk.

" 'ello Jack!" said Bill, "Sunrise ain't too bad today ain't it?"

Jack nodded.

"What's the matter Jack?" asked Elizabeth, "How's Ana doing?"

"Oh, she's alrigh'. Not quite use ta all the mornin' sickness yet. Says it's like bein sea sick all the time. Thought I'd let er sleep in today." Jack replied, his face still solemn.

The room was silent. Jack wasn't normally the person that had a sour face. Their thoughts were interrupted again, when Jack spoke.

"Bootstrap, Will, can I 'ave a word outside?"

The two looked at each other, and nodded, confused. Elizabeth looked at Jack, and then Will questioningly, but didn't press the matter. Will kissed his wife on the head, and followed the other men out the door.

Stepping out into the fresh air, the men could smell the sea.

"Alrigh' Jack, what ye be needin' us for?" asked Bill.

Jack turned and faced the sunrise, so that his back was towards the two men.

"Do ye feel tha' breeze?" asked Jack. "Tell me what ye feel in tha'? Do it remind ye of anything?"

Bootstrap and Will were silent as they let the breeze blow on their faces.

"I ain't felt that in the wind in, oh I'd say, 15 years." said Bill.

Will replied suddenly.

"I haven't felt this wind since......" he paused in thought, "since Barbossa."

"Exactly." said Jack.

The men's eyes widened in disbelief.

"But Barbossa, his men, their all dead. Commodore Norrington assured me..." Will started.

"Aye, but Norrington doesn't know these pirates." Jack stated.

"Ye mean..." Bill drifted off.

"Barbossa's alive?" asked Will.

"No. I killed Barbossa with me own shot. He's dead alrigh'. But that don' mean 'is men are." answered Jack.

"So then.... what do we do?" asked Will.

"We wait. We don' know what their intentions are. All we can do is wait. But Will, I want ye to watch over yer Mrs. and that wee one constantly, I'll make sure Ana's safe. An' for no reason are we to tell the women. They don' need to know." Jack said seriously.

The men nodded in agreement.

All we can do is wait.

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