So, Beckett is a rapist, hmmmmm........
Now we see Elizabeth.......
Elizabeth finished peeling the last potato and rubbed her stomach thoughtfully. Looking round the isolated cabin, I won't be lonely for long, she thought, not with Morgan on his way...
Her new dwelling was a ramshackle building that she had fixed and made more suitable, with the help of Jack and Gibbs. A small stove stood in the back whilst a simple fireplace and untidy bed lay in another corner, an old wooden table with some spindly chairs adorned the rest. It was small, but it was hers.
Glancing out to the horizon she sighed. It was a daunting prospect; living as a not-quite widow. I'm alive, that has to count for something right?
Elizabeth frowned as she spotted a lonely rowing boat land on the shore, with a person inside it. A visitor?
Elizabeth was thrilled, but confused, It can't be Will.....
Jack? Elizabeth ruled out the possibility with a bitter disappointment, it was too short for Jack, and too well dressed.
Studying the figure more carefully Elizabeth knew it was none of her pirate friends, she saw the flash of white wig and her heart stopped. James!
Another wave of disappointment flooded through her, with a razors edge of guilt. It couldn't be James Norrington, the proud man whose heart was wasted on her and had died trying to save her from the Dutchman. Who knew he loved me enough to die for me? Why was I so blind?
Suddenly her insides went cold as she thought about another man.
No! It couldn't be him! He was dead, as cold as midwinter! No no no no no!!!!!!!!
Elizabeth growled, It has to be my luck!
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Beckett stumbled out of the rowing boat. It hadn't been a long journey, barely an hour. He stooped to place the oars within the boat when:
'What sin did you commit that not even the Devil will take you?'
Beckett looked up sharply to see Elizabeth Turner. She was still as beautiful as he remembered her, fiery, proud, exquisite....
And heavily pregnant.
His eyes widened as they fastened on the bulge; out of proportion with the rest of her, which was still slim and attractive. Her simple woolen dress discreetly softened her swelling belly whilst showing her other features to best effect. He pointed to it shakily.
'Y-You're with child.' he stated.
Elizabeth snorted 'Gee, nothing gets past you huh?'
Beckett shuddered. This was not what he expected.
'It-I-' he stammered, bewildered at this new turn of events. Elizabeth glared at him.
'For God's sake Beckett, It's not your bloody baby.' she snapped.
Beckett sighed, both with exasperation and dignified relief.
Elizabeth surveyed him beadily, she noticed he walked with a limp, he favoured his left leg, the skin on his left hand was a darker pink than the rest of him. He was thin. Painfully thin.
She shook of the wave of pity and stared at him so hard Beckett felt in danger of his head exploding. She opened her mouth, as if to say something. Then she ran a hand over her stomach, wincing. Not looking at him, she turned on her heel and walked away.
Beckett rolled his eyes.
Oh boy, here we go....
'Hey!' he called, and set off after her.
Sorry for the bizarre ending.
Anyway, more up soon!