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Chapter Two

About an hour later I finished dressing. Stepping out of the room, I took a deep breath before heading downstairs to start the day.

Our house wasn't a very big, not by any standards that I was used to. On the top floor were three bedrooms, one for Jack, one for Will and me, and a spare one in case anyone decided to visit. On the bottom floor there was a comfortable sized kitchen, a family room, and a small study lined with books and maps for Will. The house was located just outside of Port Royal with plenty of room for Jack to run around in and the harbor just within sight. Overall, the house wasn't big, just a small cottage, but for me, it was a mansion.

Walking into the kitchen, I looked at the table with apprehension. Once again, Will and Jack had left their dirty dishes for me to clean on the table. I shook my head as I begun to clear the table off. I couldn't expect any less from them, anyhow. Boys will forever be boys.

Half the morning was gone before I finished up my chores inside. Unable to take the closeness that being indoors imposed, I went outside. Stopping, I filled my lungs with fresh air, feeling more awake than I had sitting inside. Perhaps being on a ship for so long had changed my character. But whatever it was, I was glad for the change.

As I looked around me, I could see a small figure running towards me. Before I could react, a little ball of energy grabbed my hands and spun me around.

Laughing, I slowed down and looked down at my son. He had more energy than Will and I put together.

"You wouldn't believe who I just saw, mummy!" Jack exclaimed.

"And who would that be, Master Turner?" I asked, caught up in Jack's enthusiasm.

"Captain Jack, that's who! He's only just arrived!" Jack exclaimed. "He's so exciting, I finally got to meet the man who I was named after! I was named after him, wasn't I?"

"Yes, you were," I said in a dazed voice. It had been many years since the last time I had last seen Jack Sparrow. Would he be the same person that I had known, or would he be different?

Jack grabbed my hand and pulled on me impatiently. "Let's go, Mother! He might be gone by the time we get there! And Captain Jack promised to tell me stories of his adventures!"

I smiled softly, not showing my turmoil to my son. "Where is he, son?"

"At the blacksmith's with Father," Jack answered and gave my arm another tug on my arm. "He sent me here to find you. Can we go now?"

I couldn't help but laugh and I tousled Jack's hair playfully. "Yes, of course. You lead the way, then."

I followed my son thoughtfully, not really listening to his ongoing antics. What had Jack been doing these past ten years? Why did he decide to come back after ten years? During those first few years, Will had gone down to the harbor every morning before heading into work, hoping to see a glimpse of his old friend.

At first, he had blamed it on the current affairs of things, saying that the famous Captain Jack Sparrow needed to lay low for a while. But as the years drug on, Will spoke of Jack less and less and only went down to the harbor once or twice every few weeks. And now "Captain Jack" as my son called him had returned without so much as a warning.

Reaching the smithy, Jack rushed inside with me following behind him. As I came into the darkened shop, I watched my son rush over to the two figures standing by the smithy table. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I couldn't help but gasp when I saw the sight of Jack.

He was the same as I remembered him. A bit older perhaps, and more lines chiseled into his face, but Jack Sparrow was the same person the last time we met.

Smiling, I rushed over to him, giving him a warm hug. I could feel his arms wrap tentatively, as if he were unsure of what to do. Apparently he still had lingering feelings for me despite the news that had reached us that he had married Ana Maria.

Pulling away from me, Jack gave me a broad smile. "Why hello, there, Mrs. Turner. You're looking lovely as ever. And I see you have done something right by the boy, he's growing up well. He's the spitting image of you and Will."

I smiled shyly. "Thank you, Jack. You look well."

"I'm just doing by what I usually do. Ana Maria had insisted that I come out here to see you all and give you her regards. I'm afraid she couldn't come out with me this time, but she sends her apologies," Jack said.

Will came over to stand next to me, his left arm coiled around my waist and his right hand holding my hand loosely. "Why couldn't she come out?"

Jack shrugged helplessly. "She just had our second child and she's feeling a little too poorly to come out just yet."

I gave Will a meaningful look before turning back to Jack. "Well, we offer our congratulations. Is it a boy or a girl?"

"Another girl, I'm afraid to say," Jack answered. "I feel as if I'm being overrun by women all the time, now."

Will laughed. "I'm glad I have a son. I don't know what I'd do if I had another Elizabeth running around me all the time."

I slapped Will's shoulder playfully. "That was uncalled for, William Turner, and you know it!"

Will looked at me sheepishly. "I was only joking, love."

My son pressed in between Will and me, his head pressed against my stomach and his hand holding the back of my dress. As I looked down at him, I could tell that he was looking up at his hero with great awe and wanting to ask him millions of questions, but was too shy to ask them.

I looked up at Jack. "I think my son wants you to tell him of your many adventures, Jack. He's been waiting ever so impatiently."

"Well," Jack said, throwing up his arms, "let's not keep him waiting. I wanted to see your new home, anyway."

Turning to Will, I kissed him softly on the cheek. "Will you be coming with us?"

Will shook his head. "I have some things that I must take care of before coming home. I won't be more than a couple of hours."

I gave Will a knowing look. "Don't disappoint your son, Will. He's been waiting for this day for years now. And I know you have, as well."

Will kissed me gently. "I promise I won't be long. You better go along, now. I'll be after you in no time."

I sighed and nodded. I wanted to protest some more, argue that his son more than anything hero worshipped Will and how much it disappointed him whenever Will had to break his promises when he couldn't be around. And in all truthfulness, I felt the same way, as well. I wanted Will to be around more often, to feel more loved by him and less alone. But this wasn't the time to bring it up just now.

"I'll see you later when you get home, then," I said quietly before following Jack and my son out the door. Things were going to be much harder than I realized and it wasn't going to take one night to fix the things that we were letting slide.

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Author's Note: Chapter Two for everyone! I have to say that I didn't know that the sequel was going to be so well received, but I'm glad that it has or I'd be facing another troublesome story that only a couple people want to read. Usually sequels aren't as good as the first, but I'm glad everybody is still waiting anxiously for the next chapter as they did for Undying Love. Thanks to those who reviewed, you've made my day, seriously.

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