Thank you to XxDrenchedInSinxX, BlessedChi, ...Are, vampirelover2009 and Devanelle for reviewing!
And, in response to vampirelover20009's question: yes, Elizabeth is the Elizabeth from the movies. Sorry if that wasn't very clear :/
I've also changed George's surname due to Devanelle pointing out what his current one was XD Bit of a mistake on my behalf, so I thank you, Devanelle, for doing so!
Chapter Three
"There you are!"
Lily grinned at her mother as she walked in, holding the bundle of books out to her.
"I bring books of great joy!" She joked. Elizabeth smiled as she took them, unwrapping the string and unfolding the brown paper. Lily watched her, the folded up poster tucked into her sleeve.
"Mother…"
Elizabeth looked up from her books. "Yes, Lily?"
Lily hesitated before sitting down, placing her hands on her lap and looking down at them.
"Do you…" Her voice trailed off as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and looked up at her mother. "Do you know anything of Jack Sparrow?"
Elizabeth froze.
"What did you say?" She asked, her voice trembling but stiff. Lily frowned, but repeated her question.
"Do you know anything of Jack Sparrow?"
"Why do you ask?"
Lily shrugged. "No reason."
Elizabeth didn't believe her. Her mouth set in a stiff line; she slowly turned to face her daughter. Lily fidgeted nervously under her hard gaze.
"It doesn't matter, Mum, honestly."
Elizabeth's jaw relaxed as she sighed, moving to sit opposite her daughter. Reaching out, she took Lily's hands in her own.
"I'm sorry, darling." She said softly. Lily smiled.
"It's alright, Mum."
Smiling, Elizabeth stood and kissed her daughter's head before speaking.
"Now you're here, you can help with the vegetables."
Lily groaned. "Can I get changed first? I do hate wearing this dress."
Elizabeth allowed herself a small chuckle and nodded her head. Lily grew more like her father everyday.
As Lily ran to her room to get changed, Whelp lingered behind and gazed up at Elizabeth with large, dark eyes. She scowled.
"Don't look at me like that." She muttered, turning away. Whelp whined before trotting off, standing outside Lily's room and scratching on the wood of the door. Lily's laughter was audible as she opened the door, now clad in a shirt and trousers, her long hair bouncing around her shoulders.
"I'm ready!" She announced happily, walking forwards. Whelp barked, following her to the table and watching Lily cut the vegetables.
While she did this, Lily began humming to herself. Elizabeth smiled, recognizing the tune, as she left.
"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot, drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot, drink up me 'earties, yo ho." Lily sung softly. It was a song her mother taught her when she was very young, along with the strict rule that she must never sing it in public.
"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We extort, we pilfer, we filch, and sack, drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. Maraud and embezzle, and even high-jack, drink up, me 'earties, yo ho."
"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We kindle and char, inflame and ignite, drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. We burn up the city, we're really a fright, drink up, me 'earties, yo ho." Elizabeth sung softly as she walked in. Lily grinned at her.
"Bad luck for a woman to be singing that, isn't it?" She asked.
"Only when on a ship, darling," Elizabeth corrected her. "Some say it is a cursed song."
"What, just like it's bad luck to have a woman on board?"
Elizabeth smiled. "Of course."
"Even a miniature one, like me?"
"Especially a miniature one like you."
Lily laughed as Elizabeth kissed the top of her head.
The storm was terrible; rain poured down at a rapid rate, the drops hitting the sailors like bullets from a pistol. The wind was harsh as it whipped the men's faces, tugging at their hair and clothing.
"Bates, hurry up!" Someone called.
"I need to tie this down!" Key shouted back over the wind, struggling to tie the rope down. If he didn't, one of the cannons would be lost, and with pirates roaming the seas, it wasn't a good prospect.
"Hurry up or you'll be visiting the Locker!"
Key frowned as he continued, his whole body shaking. He had to do this, he had to get home. His wife was expecting him, and it was his son's birthday soon.
A massive wave hit the ship, making it rock back and forth in a violent manner. Key let out a yell as he lurched forwards, his hands only just managing to grip the railings.
"HELP!"
He hit the water suddenly, the waves feeling like ice against his skin. Key surfaced quickly, only to be pushed down once more. This pattern was repeated several times until a large plank of wood, broken off the ship, hit him over the head.
Key let out a low groan as his eyes began to shut, the man slipping into unconsciousness while his body fell down deeper into the sea.
When his eyes opened again, he was on a ship.
It was not, however, the ship he was originally sailing on.
"Hello,"
Key jumped as a man, quite a bit older than himself, came over to help him stand up.
"You're awake, I see."
Key nodded. "Where am I?"
"You're onboard the Flying Dutchman."
"No…"
The Flying Dutchman; that could mean only one thing.
"I can't be dead!" Key gasped.
"I'm sorry, but, yes, you are."
"No, you don't understand! I have a wife and a son! They're expecting me to come home!"
"Maybe you ought to talk to the captain."
"Is that not you?"
The man chuckled. "No, I'm only his father. Come on, I'll take you to him."
Key followed the older man inside a grand cabin. On the far end was a man, his back to them. The older man accompanying Key cleared his throat, making the captain turn.
"Ah, a new member," The captain said with a warm smile. He strode forwards and held out his hand. "Welcome aboard."
Key hesitantly smiled back as he shook the captain's hand. "Thank you, Captain…?"
"Turner. Captain Turner."
"Turner? You're not Miss Elizabeth's husband, are you?" Key asked incredulously.
"Yes, I am. Do you know her?"
"Of course! She's a fine woman, and her daughter is friends with my son. They rarely leave each other's sides."
"Her d-daughter?" Will repeated, frowning. He had a daughter?
"Yes, Captain. Lillian, her name is, but she prefers to be called Lily. She's a fine lass, if you don't mind me saying."
"No, of course not," Will replied faintly. "Mr Turner, could you please escort…"
"Key. Jacob Key."
"Mr Key to the crew quarters and make sure he is comfortable?"
"Of course, Captain."
As his father and Jacob Key left, Will sunk into a chair, a wide grin spreading across his face. He had a daughter…
Will picked up a small photo he had from his last visit. In it were Elizabeth and his son, Will, smiling up at him. Will smiled back as he gently stroked Elizabeth's face with his fingertip.
"I'll be back soon, Elizabeth," He whispered. "I promise."
