"You want me to what?!" cried Elizabeth.
"It's very simple; give me your baby, who I might add is right over yonder in the cradle, and you and your husband can be reunited. What don't you understand?" replied the desperate seamstress
"The part where you take my child away from me. I am his mother, you would take a boy away from is mother for your own sick reasons!!"
"Why, yes I would. It's both you and I loosin' the ones we love or just you loosing your baby for 'bout a month. Would you be responsible for both our deaths?" The seamstress paused for a short while, Elizabeth face was very pale. She had lost all ability to show emotion, her face looked as if it had been turned to stone. The seamstress went on; "I've had this plan formulated ever since I over heard the Ex-Commodore say 'e would do anythin' to get Jack Sparrow."
"Captain Jack Sparrow," Elizabeth corrected absently.
"Whatever. I told him that I would give a plan if… umm, gave me somethin' to do that evenin'. Well he did an' I told him he had to get you an' William would follow. He round over an' said somethin' like what good would that do me? I told 'im that William is most likely goin' to enlist the help of Sparrow. Well I don't even want t' know the details of what happened after that, and I was there. I gave birth to a son nine months later. That's where you come in. Mine was a still birth an' I can only carry out me plan with a live child. Now hand 'im over." Elizabeth felt numb. She couldn't give up her one and only child. Then something hit her, keeping her face in the same emotionless expression, she handed her child over and crumpled to the floor. The seamstress screamed, she wasn't expecting that. A guard came running in.
"What's happened here?" asked to young soldier.
"She said somethin' 'bout not wantin' the babe anymore and handed 'im over t' me. Then she done fell over. She look mighty feverish, you may want to check her for plague." At the last word of the sentence, the guard rushed out and didn't say a word to anyone. The seamstress left wordlessly, cooing to the babe in her arms.
Once everyone had left Elizabeth got up from her false faint. She poked her head out the door, with that same emotionless expression on her face. "Could you send for Mister Norrington, please?" she whispered. Acting as faint as she possibly could, she walked back into her room, sat on her bed and stared blankly at the white washed wall. The Ex-Commander burst into her room, his expression full of concern.
"What happened?" he asked almost gently. Wordlessly, Elizabeth pointed to the empty cradle. "Where is Jacob? Where is your son?" The former navy officer was reddening rapidly as his temper rose. Elizabeth, feigning speechlessness pointed out the door. "What, did he walk out the door?" She shook her head furiously and once again and pointed out the door. Norrington caught on and called for the seamstress to be returned. He crossed the room back to the stricken young lady. He held her close. Elizabeth stiffened at his touch, and no that wasn't part of her act, she really couldn't stand this man. He released her. With a sigh of longing, disguised as a sigh of relief, he moved her so her back was against the head board of the bed. "She took your baby?" Norrington asked her. She nodded, looking as mournful as she could; she knew that she would be reunited with her adorable son within a matter of hours.
