Please keep this as a note: Will is the older one, William is the younger one
Word was silent about Elizabeth's child and her leaving. The family moved into the blacksmith shop. Will owned it now, because Mr. Brown had given it to him. There was a room upstairs where they lived. Will would work late into the night, making swords. Elizabeth took care of William and cooked the meals in the chimney where Will heated the swords. She didn't know how hard it was.
One night, while Will was working and Elizabeth was feeding William, a strange thought came to Elizabeth.
"I wonder how the crew has been." She asked.
"Yeah, I wonder if they ever got another ship." He paused and then turned around to face Elizabeth. "Why did you kiss Jack before he went under?" Elizabeth was so surprised that she jerked the bottle out of William's mouth, causing him to cry. She stood up and started bouncing him around to calm him.
"Is this really the best time?" Elizabeth told him as William kept screaming. She took the baby upstairs and the cries faded. Will sighed and kept on working. Elizabeth put William into his wooden crib, and she went back downstairs. The light gown that she wore was barely enough to keep her warm on a cold night like this. She sat by the fire, warming her flesh, but not her spirits. She heard the door open. Her eyes darted to who had entered.
"Turner, I am in need of a sword, just as good as the one you made for me before." The man ordered. He wore a blue jacket and a tricorne hat with small feathers lining the folds. It was Commodore Norrington in new honor. Elizabeth ran her fingers though her hair to hide her face. But Norrington suspected something.
"Why would a woman be out at this time of night?" She heard the clicking of his boots on the semi hardened dirt rattle closer to her. She fidgeted with her hands, because she couldn't stop moving. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips as she felt his hand grab her hair and put it behind her ear.
"Elizabeth Swan." he said in a cunning tone
"Not anymore. I am now Elizabeth Turner. I am not a Swan anymore. I have never even heard the name." And at just the right moment, young William started to cry in the upper room. Elizabeth looked toward the sound and then back to Norrington with a nervous grin on her face.
"And a child too?"
"I liked you better when you were a sickly, drunken man in Tortuga, coughing up his insides over the dock." She told him.
"May I see the child?" Norrington asked.
"He is asleep." William started bawling again, this time even louder. Elizabeth looked at Norrington. "Fine."
Elizabeth stomped upstairs like a child throwing a tantrum. She walked over to William's crib and lifted him out. "This is William. He's a few months old now."
"I am sure that a child of that age should no be living in conditions such as these. I should take him." Norrington stretched out him arms. Elizabeth pulled William toward her and stepped back.
"I can assure you that he is fine in my care since I am a woman and know when child needs something. I was a child myself. And as for you, you still are one!" Norrington scowled.
"You will not talk to someone who is higher then you like that." He drew his sword. Elizabeth like out a sob and ran down the stairs with William. His eyes were wide open.
"WILL!" Elizabeth cried. Will dropped his hammer onto the anvil and grabbed a sword. The tip was burning hot from being in the fire. Norrington's sword was rusted from the water. The two crossed blades.
"You lay one hand on my wife or my son, and you will be going through that hurricane again, only this one will be much warmer and-" Will took the cooled sword behind Norrington's back and guided him to the chimney. ",you will not survive." Norrington lowered his sword and put it back in its case.
"Let this be a lesson to you Elizabeth. You never break a promise." Norrington made that comment and strode out the door.