Disclaimer: I don't own Jack. If I did, we'd living in a mansion together in the Caribbean.

AN: Okay, several things to say here. One is that this story will be ending very soon. I never really felt connected with this story, but I've never left a piece unfinished, and refuse to break that tradition now. I have another that will be coming up very soon (almost immediately after this one is finished). Also: this is a rated R chapter (because of a short scene for the honeymoon), but it is PG-13 afterwards. Please skip the marked parts if it goes against your reading preference. Thanks, and enjoy!

Chapter 9: After the Wedding:

That Night: Ellie's POV:

I was a nervous wreck during the entire reception after the ceremony, even more so than before the ceremony. I suppose that was because, before the wedding, I'd had nothing to lose, and had felt empty inside. Now, though, I had something to actually feel nervous about: my wedding night with Godfrey. Oh, he knew that I was not a virgin, but I couldn't help but feel nervous about what he might think when he encountered no barrier when he first took me. Swallowing hard, I tried to smile and look happy for the well-wishers walking down the long aisle in front of me.

Godfrey (who I just now realized was dashing in his formalwear) appeared to be fairly pleased with how things were going, and was even smiling a bit while he spoke with our guests. My hand was tucked securely under his arm, and it appeared that he had no intention of releasing me before the day was over. I was surprised that he was being so possessive, but I suppose that's what most husbands did during the first few months of marriage, whether they truly loved them or not. I simply smiled and paid no attention to it as I received many kisses and hugs from well-wishers, realizing that this might be a long day.

The Black Pearl, Author's POV:

The crew of the Pearl hadn't seen their captain so distraught in their lives. He seemed to have lost something, a part of himself that he couldn't find and couldn't replace, no matter how hard he tried. They had to admit, the Pearl wasn't the same without the pretty Eleanor onboard, giving their captain something to smile about when the day seemed to turn bad for them after a raid or a bad trading day.

The truth was, Captain Jack Sparrow was both angry and depressed after reading Eleanor's confession of love for him. He knew he felt the same way; he just hadn't gotten the chance to tell her what was going on inside his mind and heart. It made him angry, knowing that the nasty wench that had caused all of these new problems had been let off the hook so easily, but now it was too late to go do anything about Moira. Perhaps Jack would send one of his pirate friends to Tortuga and have them do some unspeakable things to the bitch, but that would be only after he'd found his Ellie.

And Ellie was always on his mind. For the past month, Jack had tried to find out where she'd gone. After carefully questioning Gibbs about what he knew about Eleanor's departure, Jack had discovered that he needed to do some hunting amongst the merchant class. Therefore, he'd spent a great deal of time tracking down every merchant ship that had sailed into and left Tortuga during the days that the Pearl had spent in port.

None of them had taken any passengers matching Eleanor's description, and Jack was beginning to feel frustrated. Still, he knew that he would never give up looking for her, and would spend the rest of his life trying to make it up to her…after he managed to find her and get her to forgive him.

Ellie's POV:

On my wedding night, we arrived at Godfrey's Caribbean estate under a cloudless, star-filled sky. It was a beautiful evening, but I couldn't bring myself to enjoy it; I was too nervous about what was expected of me that evening with my husband. Godfrey was a handsome man, but I wasn't sure if I would be able to please him the way a wife should.

As the two of us walked the pathway up towards the house, Godfrey picked me up and carried me over the threshold and into the main hall. It was a spacious home, but still cozy, for a two-story mansion, and the decorating must have been done by a female relative or friend, as it was elegantly done with no sign of a male touch. I couldn't help but smile at the interior of the manor.

"Is it to your liking?" asked my new husband, his arm around my waist.

I gave a shy smile. "It is beautiful," I softly replied, looking everywhere but his eyes.

Godfrey nodded. "Then let us go upstairs." His voice was not unkind, but in fact sounded nervous and a bit…eager.

The two of us headed upstairs to the main bedroom, where, to my surprise, many of my possessions were now placed. I had assumed that our marriage would be one of convenience, where we would only be sharing the same bed to produce children and I would retire to another room soon afterwards. I hadn't thought we would infinitely be sharing the same bedroom. Mentally shrugging aside the thought, I went behind a dressing screen to change as Godfrey did the same. Once I was finished, I started towards the bed, where my new husband was already waiting for me.

Author's POV: Rated R scene:

As she approached, Eleanor was surprised by Godfrey's sudden forcefulness at pulling her onto the bed, into his arms, and under his body. Gasping, she had no chance to react as his hands quickly removed her nightgown, tossing it across the room as his lips came crashing down upon hers. She could feel his hands all over her body, gently caressing every single inch of skin as he attempted to remove her undergarments, as well as his own.

Without knowing how he did it, Eleanor could sense that the two of them were suddenly nude under the sheets, and his arousal was pressed against her thigh. Breaking the kiss to catch her breath, Eleanor suddenly cried out as Godfrey thrust himself into her, her body completely unprepared for it. It wasn't truly painful, but it had surprised her that he wanted her so badly after knowing her for such a short time.

She was unable to continue her thoughts as Godfrey began to move inside her, groaning at the feel of her under him, her hands now pressing against his shoulders. The two of them writhed together, panting in short gasps of breath until they could feel their release together. Not wishing to finish before her, Godfrey gave four very powerful thrusts into her body, listening to Eleanor cry out after each one. After the final thrust, the two of them came together, calling each other's name before collapsing back onto the bed.

With their bodies satisfied, the two fell into sleep.

Several Months Later: Ellie's POV:

Even though our nights together had been passionate, I knew that my marriage to Godfrey would be a somewhat uncomfortable one. The two of us got along all right around the house, and managed to make some sort of conversation whenever we were alone together, but we never truly connected the way I saw my mother and father did. My parents were always happy and cheerful together, but Godfrey and I only saw each other sparingly, which I suppose was due to his military career.

Though our relationship was a bit distant, Godfrey did respect me and my opinions about certain matters. He would often come home from his duties of inspecting the troops down at the fort and complain about certain men being lazy or out of shape, and not being able to do very much about it since he was only temporarily here under the graces of his cousin, the Commodore. After listening to him rant and rave for a while, I would try and comfort him by pouring a glass of whiskey or scotch, all the while offering a bit of advice on what he could probably do about it without really forcing the option on anyone. Godfrey would then look thoughtful as I excused myself to see to the next night's dinner or arrangements for decorating the house, and I would come back to a much happier husband who would be writing out ideas at his desk.

In our third month of marriage, I woke with a nauseous feeling in my stomach and had raced for the bathroom to throw up the previous night's supper. Godfrey had been a bit worried at my illness and had sent for the local doctor. It was then that I discovered that I was carrying our first child. Godfrey appeared to be happy about a child, but I could see that he had his heart set on having a son. I could only pray that I gave him the thing that he wanted, which was probably also one of the reasons why he had married me in the first place.

In my fourth month of pregnancy, Godfrey broke some rather shocking news to me and to my family while we had dinner together at my family's home. Apparently, he wanted his child to be born under the care of the best medical doctors in the British Empire, and he wanted to take me to England as soon as possible, before the baby was born, so that he knew I was in the best care possible.

I was shocked, as it would mean us leaving within the next few weeks, but had no choice in the matter. My parents agreed that their grandchild should receive the best medical attention possible, and Mother was always over at my home to help pack what she believed was needed for an overseas trip and a long stay in England. It was heartbreaking to leave my family again, but I had Godfrey's solemn promise that we would return to the Caribbean as often as we could to show them the baby and to visit.

Today, we were at sea, our view of Port Royal having long vanished into the Caribbean. We would be at sea for a few months before reaching England, and I couldn't say that I was eager to return there after having adjusted to the hot Caribbean weather. Still, if it was best for my child, I would do whatever I could. This child would be born into a rather distant relationship, but I would make sure that it was raised by a loving, caring mother. Whether or not Godfrey received his son and heir didn't matter to me; I just wanted something I could love and who could love me unconditionally in return.

Caressing my swelling belly, I watched the clouds dance by as the wind blew salty sea air onto my skin.

Four Months Later: Ellie's POV:

Our arrival in England had been a bit later then we'd expected. I had been eight and a half months pregnant with our baby, and had felt ready to collapse with exhaustion from the sea voyage. However, I wasn't given the chance to rest my body, for the moment we stepped off the ship, Godfrey put me into a waiting carriage and the two of us sped off to our other home (which was a great deal like the one we had in the Caribbean).

Presently, two weeks after our arrival, I was resting in a private room in the manor, trying to get some sleep. Godfrey had insisted that I have my own room until a few months after the baby was born, and I had agreed with him. The two of us had just been confined to a ship for a long period of time, and had grown a bit weary of seeing one another, so some time apart was rather welcome to the both of us. As my head rested comfortably on the pillows, I suddenly felt a pain in my belly, as well as something wet running down my thighs.

"Oh, my God!" I cried. Instantly, there was a pair of maids in the room, both asking what was happening. I gestured towards my stomach, and one of them ran for a messenger to summon the doctor. I clenched my teeth together as the remaining maid tried to make me comfortable for the birthing.

It felt like an eternity as I waited for the doctor to come with the midwife, but come they did. I continued to be in immense pain throughout the day, and well into the night. Sweat covered my body, and it felt as though the pain would kill me before I managed to give birth to my child. Yet after 24 hours, I was able to bring a new life into the world…

"It's a girl!" crowed the doctor as he held up my squirming baby. A girl. It was not the male heir that Godfrey was hoping for, but was instead a girl to provide a dowry and a husband for when she grew older.

And I couldn't be happier.

I held out my arms to accept the crying bundle from the midwife and looked down. Her face was red, and her hair damp from the quick bath that she had been given, but she was the most precious thing in the world to me at that point. It didn't matter to me that I had birthed a girl; she would be loved and cared for, and I refused to allow some strange nurse or governess to raise and educate my little girl! My influence would be everywhere in her life, and I would love and cherish this precious life until the day I died.

Smiling, I allowed the midwife to take her from me as they removed the blood-soaked sheets and gave me a sponge bath. Once the room and I were cleaned up and presentable, and my baby girl was again in my arms, Godfrey was let in and he came to take a look at our small babe. I could see that he was unhappy that we hadn't had a boy, but he still looked a bit satisfied with the fact she was healthy.

"So what do we name our little angel?" he asked, looking down at me from his stance beside the bed.

I gave it a bit of thought. "I rather like the name Marie," I said, looking up at him. "What do you think?"

Godfrey gave me a small smile. "A good name," he said, nodding his approval. "Well, I'll leave you to get some rest, I'm sure you're tired from the birthing." And with that, he turned and left the room without another word.

I sighed and down at the bundle in my arms. "I can only hope that he'll be a good father for you in the future," I whispered, smiling at the sleepy Marie, who appeared to be looking up at me with lovely, unfocused blue eyes. "Despite what you might think of him, he is a good man."

She only yawned and went to sleep. A moment later, I handed her to a maid before I slowly allowed myself to join my little girl in the land of dreams.

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