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Bella

"Gibbs!" I yelled as I saw my friend. He ginned at me and pulled me into a fatherly hug, patting my hair and chuckling.

"Good to see ye again 'Lizabeth."

He smiled again, but this time I was allowed to see sadness within his eyes that concerned me. Intrigued, I looked around the ship considering carefully the crew of the Perl. Everyone had an air about them that reeked of defeat. As if their entire meaning and purpose left with the tide. I turned sharply back at Gibbs confused.

"Gibbs…what's going on here? It's like the ship sunk back into the Locker."

The first mate nodded grimly and gazed at the steer where Jack was navigating the course.

"It's Jacky, 'Lizabeth. The lad hasn't gone a day without thinking of ye, lass. He was there, you know."

"Where's that?" I asked having no relative idea what he was getting at.

"He was there when Will died, lass. He gave 'im a proper sending off, 'e did."

I gasped, not wanting to believe the cruel words that left Gibbs lips. It couldn't be true. No one ever told me the whole story of Will's death; this all made too much sense. Why it took so long for me to find out, why Jack felt the need to come check on me, I could understand it now. Somehow, I knew Jack was there. I knew that Will was being taken care of. I felt so guilty: I didn't want to want Jack. Especially since it was three months prior that Will passed on.

The next words I said came out as a harsh whisper, as if I hadn't spoken at all in months, "How did it happen, Gibbs?"

Sighing he responded, "I'm not entirely sure, lass. You would 'ave to ask the captain abou' tha' one."

I nodded. I looked out onto the sea and saw the sun setting. Not wanting to think anymore I decided to climb the crow's nest and get a better look of my future. Sitting up there made things so clear. I could hear the splash of the ocean against the ship. I could see the horizon getting closer and farther at the same time. I could taste the salt upon the lips, and at that moment I knew in my heart, I was home. A small smile graced my lips at this thought. Here I was, once the daughter of a prominent governor to an official member of a pirate ship. Closing my eyes, I relaxed taking in all of my surroundings. I felt a shift in the air when a presence sat down beside me.

"Enjoying the view, love?" An, oh so familiar voice asked. I opened my eyes and smiled at him.

"Thank you, Jack. I would have gone crazy on that island. This," I gestured to the ship and open sea, "Is what I need. I always have needed this."

"Pirate," Jack mumbled. I hit him on the arm in response. I began to play at the music box that I stuck in my pocket the day before. It seemed so ironic that it would be the same meoldy that my mother sang to me every night. I softly began to hum it under my breath.

"That song," Jack continued, "How do you suppose yer mother came by it?"

"I don't know. Maybe she had a run in with Davvy Jones?" I joked half hearted, wondering if it could indeed be true. I am exactly after my mother after all: who knows what she could have gotten herself into in her time.

"Tell me 'Lizbeth. How did ye mother die?" Ouch, touchy subject. I thought.

"oh, um, well," I didn't know quite where to start, "My mother was always adventurous. She loved the sea as much as I did. She was the scandalof the town, you can only imagine. She loved my father, but she loved freedom even more. One day, she told me she just wanted to get away for one day. Of course she told me about this and I completely understood. So, that night she dressed as a man and left to stow away on a ship. Also that night, there was a raid of several shops. Within the madness of the robberies my mother was mistaken as one of the men stealing goods on her way to the docks. The British command shot her down. She went down as a pirate. And honestly, I don't think she would have wanted it any other way. Of course, my father was horrified at the ordeal; I never cried so much in my life, but somehow I knew that one day I will probably face the same fate. I will go the same way. Before she passed, they brought her home and set her in bed. I went in to talk to her, seeing her so vaunerable scared me to death. She looked me straight in the eye and said, ' Elizabeth, life is not about making something of yourself, it is about living your life in such a way that people make create a life about you that will be told in stories for generations.' I never forgot that. " I finished my story with a sigh.

"Hm. Stories for generations, " Jack commented. I smirked, I knew exactly what he meant. His love of stories, mainly about himself was obvious.

"I'm sorry ye 'ad to lose her that way, love, I know what it's like," the sincerity in his words almost knocked me back. I furiously blinked away the tears in my eyes.

"Go ahead and cry, Lizzie," Jack whispered in my ear as we stood at the top of the nest, his arms wrapped around my stomach.

Tears gently flowed down my face as I sang softly:

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me.

I rested my head against Jack's shoulder as he chuckled and we sailed into our new horizon.

To be continued! Suggestions?

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Bella