Father, why did you never tell me I had a cousin Merryweather?" (A/N- In this time period, this is approximately how the female version of Meriwether would halve been spelled.) Elizabeth started at her father, waiting for an answer.
"I've never even heard the name. You don't have any other cousins, I've told you that before." He stared back at her questionably. "Where did you get this strange idea from?"
Realization hit her and she gasped as if she'd been hit in the stomach. "No reason father. I must go into town," she stumbled out of the large front hall and into the street.
"Bloody Pirates."
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The three of us were standing in Will's shop, even though Jack said that he needed to go to the pub to get a drink. It's like a toddler asking for a popsicle on a hot day, if you don't do it, he keeps wondering when we'll go. It's a bad habit for him to be in anyway. I'll never tell him that though.
"As much as we think Elizabeth is a prat, she must have some sense to see that this isn't on her neck, she'll come looking for us so he have to work fast." Will glared at me, I"m sure becasue he was hurt by the "dumb" comment, ah well, too bad.
"Do you remember this Will?" The anger in his face instantly changed to recollection and fondness. "It was my father's, he gave it to me the last time I saw him. Why did Elizabeth take it from me?"
"To save you from an all access pass to Davy Jone's Locker, if you get my meaning." Will must have because he was staring off into space as if there was an angel standing before him. The only person that wouldn't have been able to picture what he saw would have been blind.
Jack was looking at Will as if he was a ghost, more like he was looking at one of his girlfriends after they'd hit him. "I can really see the resemblance between you and your father Will."
"How do you know my father Jack?" Will asked apprehensively.
Jack looked at me, I gave him a "if you spill the beans you're going to get it" look. Jack cleared his throat. "Ye have a strong resemblance. Aye, that's it." I can't believe Will believed him, his eyes were moving back and forth as if he were a nervous mouse looking for the cat that hunted it.
"What are we waiting for?" I said, breaking the silence. "Let's go commandeer a ship!"
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I do have more written, but I am tired and I must sleep so more ideas will be free to roam around my head until I wake up in the morning and hopefully have the sense to write down what I have dreamed.