Disclaimer: I don't own POTC. This is another scene that I put in the story purely for the reader's entertainment. I think it's a cute scene, so enjoy.
Chapter 37: The Tea Party
The service was a long one, and even though Camille had already cried she was able to summon up a few tears to shed during the funeral. Of course, they ran into Commodore Norrington and every other person who wished to express their sorrow to Dorian's daughter.
She was quite exhausted when she got home, and her damned corset wasn't helping one bit. It felt like her ribs were rubbing together. When they got back, Annie excused herself and Peter while Ana Maria and Camille helped each other change out of their exquisite dresses.
Once in a much simpler design, Camille felt a bit less tired and wondered where Jack and the girls were. She heard a voice, and pushed open Will's door a little. There was the pirate, bent over Cadence's cradle, singing in a familiar language. In fact, the tune was familiar as well. She listened carefully, and recognized it as the lullaby that she usually sang in Gaelic.
She stood there, not making a noise, impressed that Jack had been able to pick up the words so perfectly. He had a low voice, but it carried the tune very well and was very calming to listen to as he rocked her back and forth.
Camille looked at him. He was so focused on singing Cadence to sleep that he didn't even notice her out of the corner of his eye until he got up. Then he started. He recovered quickly, by putting his finger to his lips. He made his way outside and closed the door quietly.
"How did you learn the words to that song?" Camille whispered, still amazed.
"How do you think? By listening to you," he said before hearing a small voice come from the end of the hallway.
"Captain Sparrow, your tea is growing cold!" Sheila called.
"Oh, my. Camille, I'm terribly sorry but you'll have to excuse me I just can't miss this appointment," he said, waving his hands about and swaggering down to the end of the hallway.
Camille was speechless. Captain Jack Sparrow, the fearsome pirate, was having tea with little Sheila and most likely her favorite doll, Agatha.
Jack came in and sat down a bit awkwardly at the small, but cutely decorated little table. There was another doll sitting there, and Sheila turned to her. "How's your tea, Miss Agatha?" Then she proceeded to pour Jack some "tea".
He reached for the small plastic purple cup. "Thank you, darling," he said, holding his pinky finger out daintily and pretending to sip it.
"Would you care for a cookie, Captain Sparrow?" Sheila asked, offering him a plate of actual crumpets after placing a couple on Agatha's plate.
He reached for some. "Did you make these yourself, Miss Sheila?"
She nodded. "I was up all morning baking them," she said before sipping her tea. "So Captain, how are the children doing?"
He paused, trying to think of names. "Well, Peter's about to start school this year, and Cadence is still having a bit of trouble sleeping through the night. But that daughter of ours, Sheila…well, Camille and I are just so proud of her," Jack said before taking a bite of one of his crumpets. They tasted horrible, and he tried not to make a face. "How are things going with you, Miss Sheila?"
"Well," she began. "Michael has asked me to marry him, and we're planning the wedding for next April."
"That sounds lovely, darling."
"Oh, yes."