"You want me to what?!" cried Elizabeth.
"It's very simple; give me your baby. Who, I might add, is right over there in the cradle. You and your 'usband can be reunited. What don't you understand?" replied the desperate seamstress
"The part where you take my child away from me. I am his mother, you would take a boy away from is mother!?" Elizabeth was more than outraged by this.
"Why, yes I would. It's either both you and I loosin' the ones we love, or just you loosing your baby for 'bout a month." The seamstress paused for a short while, Elizabeth face was very pale. She had lost all ability to show emotion, her face looked as if it had been turned to stone. The seamstress went on; "I've 'ad this plan formulated ever since I over heard the Ex-Commodore say 'e would do anythin' to get Jack Sparrow."
"Captain Jack Sparrow," Elizabeth corrected absently.
"Fine. I told 'im that I would come up with a plan if… umm, 'e gave me somethin' to do that evenin'. Well 'e did, an' I told 'im 'e 'ad to get you then William would follow. 'e was a bit thrown off by that one, with 'im being a bit off an' all. I told 'im that William is most likely goin' to enlist the 'elp of Sparrow. Well, I don't even want to know the details of what happened after that, and I was there. I gave birth to a son nine months later. That's where you come in. Mine was a still birth an' I can only carry out me plan with a live child. Now, hand 'im over."
Elizabeth felt numb. She couldn't give up her one and only child. Then something hit her, keeping her face in the same emotionless expression, she handed her child over and crumpled to the floor. The seamstress screamed, she wasn't expecting that. A guard came running in.
"What's happened here?" asked to young soldier.
"She said somethin' 'bout not wantin' the babe anymore and handed 'im over t' me. Then she done fell over. She look mighty feverish, you may want to check her for plague." At the last word of the sentence, the guard rushed out and didn't say a word to anyone. The seamstress left wordlessly, cooing to the babe in her arms.
Once everyone had left Elizabeth got up from her false faint. She poked her head out the door, with that same emotionless expression on her face. "Could you send for Mister Norrington, please?" she whispered. Acting as faint as she possibly could, she walked back into her room, stumbling just a little, sat on her bed and stared blankly at the white washed wall. The Ex-Commander burst into her room, his expression full of concern.
"What happened?" he asked almost gently. Wordlessly, Elizabeth pointed to the empty cradle. "Where is Jacob? Where is your son?" The former navy officer was reddening rapidly as his temper rose. Elizabeth, feigning speechlessness pointed out the door. "What, did he walk out the door?" She shook her head furiously and once again and pointed out the door. Norrington caught on and called for the seamstress to be returned. He crossed the room back to the stricken young lady. He held her close. Elizabeth stiffened at his touch, and no that wasn't part of her act, she really couldn't stand this man. He released her. With a sigh of longing, disguised as a sigh of relief, he moved her so her back was against the head board of the bed. "She took your baby?" Norrington asked her. She nodded, looking as mournful as she could; she knew that she would be reunited with her adorable son within a matter of hours.
As the sun rose the next day, Elizabeth put her newly formulated plan into motion. She sat in as still as she could staring into space, keeping her face as emotionless as possible. The night before had not gone well. When the seamstress had returned at the bidding of Norrington, it was without Jack Jr. Elizabeth could not bare the empty cradle by her bed. So she threw it out the window. (Un) fortunately it landed two glorious inches away from the just leaving seamstress. She gave a small squeak when the wooden bed landed beside her. The strange thing was Helen, the seamstress, didn't turn around to see who threw the cradle. 'Something is not right,' thought Elizabeth.
On his daily over looks of his manor, Norrington looked in on his love. She sat there, not moving, hardly breathing, staring into oblivion. A pang of guilt shot through him. 'She wasn't supposed to have a child,' he thought. 'It had to be taken away. For its own safety.' Reassured by his own thoughts, the ex-commodore walked on. He hadn't gotten more than fifteen steps away from Elizabeth's door when a crash of the window being thrown open and broken stopped him in his tracks.
Elizabeth started screaming out the window. "Helen you bring back my baby boy right now, or I'll have Daddy's guards after you in a heart beat" Other windows outside were thrown open loudly to see what all the commotion was. In reality, there was no one in the courtyard below the window. Norrington ran into the room.
"Elizabeth, calm down" he chided. "I'm sure your baby will be fine." Elizabeth turned and with an odd look in eye, she slapped him right across the face.
"If Will or Jack were here, they would be out looking for my poor baby, not here sitting on their thumbs" she screeched, her voice going up an octave. "Well," she said expectedly. Norrington just stood there still trying to recover for the fact that he was just hit by a woman. "What are you going to do?!" Then the ex-commodore did the most despicable thing he could have done, he pulled her in close and kissed her rather soundly on the mouth. Not only did Elizabeth slap him for this, she also shoved him off her with her knee in his… well I bet you know where. Norrington fell to the floor like a used towel.
Feigning a fainting spell Elizabeth, too, fell to the floor just as the guards rushed in. Norrington, in an increasingly unstable state, tried to have Elizabeth hanged. Thankfully the guard couldn't see his reasoning. They escorted the gibbering ex-officer back to his quarters.
An older man came into Elizabeth's room and helped her to her bed. He looked so familiar, but she couldn't quite place him. As the man was leaving, it hit her. Elizabeth gave a tired little squeak and he came right back to her bad side. She sat up to give him a hug. "I knew you would come for me Will" she whispered. The man pulled away.
"No one has called me Will in many years" he said quietly. His eyes were hazy, like he hadn't seen a happy day in many years. "Can I get you anything, Ms. Swann?" he asked. She shook her head and smiled a weak, little smile. The man returned the smile with a little more strength. He glanced at the door and sat down on the bed next to Elizabeth. He enfolded her in an embrace that only a father was capable of.
Then something crossed Elizabeth's mind. She looked again into those weary eyes. "What is your name?" she whispered.
"Bill" he replied. "Just Bill."
"No, you said earlier Will. Please, I won't tell anyone. You look so much like my husband." The man looked apprehensive.
"William," said the man. "My name is William Turner." Elizabeth gaped; she wasn't expecting a response so soon. That gasp turned into a sob, William looked concerned. "Are you going to be alright, miss?"
"I'm not sure, dad."