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"What is it Elizabeth?" She looked up from the book and into Will's eyes. They had just gone through the first few years of her mother's
life and learned a lot. Right after her seventh year of life she had to deal with the local children and her mother's seemingly deteriorating
health. "I just feel like I shouldn't be learning about her like this." He put an arm around her and hugged her tightly. He was reeling just as
much as she was. I mean, her mother and Jack Sparrow were friends with his father for years. She sniffled and took up the book again.
"Okay, this is after she turned 16."
"Oh, hello Emma. Gorgeous day." "Yes, it tis Mrs. Brownstock." "Give your mother my best dear." "I will Mrs. Goodwell." Emma
Sparrow was working on the day's groceries. Of course, groceries in their village consisted of stealing whatever you could and making
sure not to get caught. Her mother was still ailing in their home and she was awaiting the return of her father's ship. Hopefully it wasn't for
a final farewell but waiting they were. And sure enough, she looked out at the sea to see a ship making berth at their local dock. Emma
ran and watched as everyone came off. They said their hellos before she saw someone she knew. Bill came off near the end. "'Ello Bill."
"Emma," he said inclining his head. Jack came down from a rope. "Ever the overdramatic one, eh?" "How's Ma?" "Not well. Where's
Papa?" "Still on board. Want me to go get 'im," Jack offered. "No, you go ahead. I'll go." The two left and Emma made her way up to
her father's cabin. She knocked on his door and waited for an answer. When it didn't come she slowly opened the door. "Oh, Papa." The
man was sitting at his desk with an empty bottle clutched in his left hand. She made her way over and touched him. He slowly looked up
at her and squinted. "Pearl?" "No Papa, it's me Emma." He squinted again and nodded. "You've been drinking again." She tutted and
tried to help him up. "Come on, you've got to come with me to see her." She dragged her miserable father out and over to their house.
The man began to drink as soon as their mother began to get ill. Even Jack (the son) was upset by it, though no one ever spoke about it.
"Come on, we need to get home."
Emma and Jack arrived a bit late since she had to drag him half the way. She opened the door and put the man into a chair before
checking on the others. "Has she said anything," she asked. The two boys shook their heads. For awhile no one said anything in case they
missed something. "I found him drunk in his cabin," she told them. "I thought he was being a bit too quiet," Bill said. Jack narrowed his
eyes but said nothing. A moan caught their attention. "Mama," Emma said, sounding relieved. "'Lo mother," Jack said, "How're ye
feeling?" "Not well I'm afraid. I'm worried, this might be the last time I see you both." "Don't say things like that," Emma said moistening
the rag that was on her feverish head. "Is yer father here?" The three looked at each other. "He's a little incapacitated at the moment
ma'am," Bill said quietly. She closed her eyes and a tear slid down her face. "Why don't ye take another rest? We won't leave," Emma
said. She nodded her head and closed her eyes once more. Jack (the son) was beyond angry with their father. He had started out
respectable but he had no right to make their mother worry when she was in a right state herself. Suddenly, Pearl broke out into a
hacking cough. There was nothing they could do about it except to hold her down. When it subsided, there was a small amount of blood
on the side of her mouth. "This is taking a lot out of her," Emma said wringing the rag and replacing it on her mother's head. "How much
longer do ye think she has," Jack asked. "Not long. This has been rather time-consuming, two months now. I don't think her body can
handle it much longer." No one spoke for the longest time. Their father began to snore in the corner. "Why that miserable..." Jack raised a
fist but Bill put it down. "'snot righ to hit the cap'n." "It tis arigh when the cap'n is yer lousy drunk father drinkin when yer mother is dyin."
"Cut some of the pirate accent in the house you two," Emma said. "No, I rather like it," Pearl whispered. "Oh Emma, you're such a lady,"
Jack said. "She's no longer the little girl who used to play pirates with us when she was little," Bill said. "We still like that game though
don't we Bill." "Aye, daily." Emma gave a small laugh before it was stopped by her mother's coughing. Emma didn't get worried until the
coughing lasted a bit too long. It finally stopped after five minutes. "Mum." Emma poked her but she didn't move. "Mum." She tried again
but still she was immobile. Realization began to sink in. Walking over with tears in her eyes, Emma hugged her brother tightly. He hugged
her back as he cried as well. "She's gone," she sobbed. Bill felt strangely out of place but Emma let go of her brother and hugged him too.
The sun began to set and silence reigned through the house.
"It says that a few days later, they had a proper sea burial for her," Elizabeth read. "I suppose it was what she really wanted," Will said
shrugging. Elizabeth shivered a little bit. "Are you cold? Maybe we should continue this tomorrow." "Yes, I think that would be fine." The
two stood up (Will helped Elizabeth) and began to leave the garden. Elizabeth held onto the diary quite tightly as though it was going to
leave her the moment she let go. "I suppose this is where I shall leave you once more, Miss Swann," Will said kissing her hand. She
smiled and inclined her head before going inside and up to bed. When she reached the window in her bedroom, she looked out to see
William leaving and going to his own. "Good night, William."
Well, I hope you like it. Watch the new trailer, it's cool (huge understatement). Anyway, I'd like some reveiws please. Later