As the sun rose, Elizabeth put her newly formulated plan into motion. She sat in as still as she could staring into space keeping her face as emotionless as possible. The night before had not gone well. When the seamstress had returned, it was without Jack Jr. Elizabeth could not bare the empty cradle by her bed. So she threw it out the window. (Un) fortunately it landed two glorious inches away from the just leaving seamstress. She gave a small squeak when the wooden bed landed beside her. The strange thing was Helen, the seamstress, didn't turn around to see who threw the cradle. 'Something is not right,' thought Elizabeth.
On his daily over looks of his manor, Norrington looked in on his love. She sat there, not moving, hardly breathing, staring into oblivion. A pang of guilt shot through him. 'She wasn't supposed to have a child,' he thought. 'It had to be taken away. For its own safety.' Reassured by his own words, the ex-commodore walked on. He hadn't gotten more than fifteen steps away from Elizabeth's door when a crash of a window being thrown open and broke.
Elizabeth started screaming out the window"Helen you bring back my baby boy right now or I'll have Daddy's guards after you in a heart beat" Other windows outside were thrown open loudly to see what all the commotion was. In reality, there was no one in the courtyard below the window. Norrington ran into the room.
"Elizabeth, calm down" he chided. "I'm sure your baby will be fine. "Elizabeth turned and with an odd look in eye, she slapped him right across the face.
"If Will or Jack were here they would be out looking for my poor baby, not here sitting on their thumbs" she screeched, her voice going up an octave. "Well" Norrington just sat there still trying to recover for the fact that he was just hit by a woman. "What are you going to do" Then the ex-commodore did the most despicable thing he could have done, he pulled her in close and kissed her rather soundly on the mouth. Not only did Elizabeth slap him for this, she also shoved him off her with her knee in his… well I bet you know where. Norrington fell to the floor like a used towel.
Feigning a fainting spell Elizabeth, too, fell to the floor just as the guards rushed in. Norrington, in an increasingly unstable state, tried to have Elizabeth hanged, but thankfully the guard couldn't find his reasoning. So they escorted the gibbering ex-officer back to his quarters.
An older man came into Elizabeth's room and helped her to her bed. He looked so familiar, but she couldn't quite place him. As the man was leaving it hit her. Elizabeth gave a tired little squeak and he came right back to her bad side. She sat up to give him a hug. "I knew you would come for me Will" she whispered. The man pulled away.
"No one has called me Will in many years" he said quietly. His eyes were hazy, like he hadn't seen a happy day in many years. "Can I get you anything, Ms. Turner" he asked. She shook her head and smiled a weak, little smile. The man returned the smile with a little more strength. He glanced at the door and sat down on the bed next to Elizabeth. He enfolded her in an embrace that only a father was capable of.
Then something crossed Elizabeth's mind. She looked again into those weary eyes. "What is your name" she whispered.
"Bill" he replied. "Just Bill."
"No, you said earlier Will. Please, I won't tell anyone. You look so much like my husband." The man looked apprehensive. 'This is going to be harder than I thought,' thought Elizabeth.
"Will" said the man. "My name is William Turner." Elizabeth gaped; she wasn't expecting a response so soon.
"Turner"
