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"Elizabeth, it's almost time for your father to come home. Wash-up a bit for supper," Emma called from the outside door.

Seven years had gone by and Elizabeth was almost the spitting image of her mother except she had her father's hair.

"I'm coming," she called before appearing minutes later.

"Look at you, you're a mess," Emma fussed.

"Well, if Harry hadn't thrown me into that puddle then I wouldn't have gotten so messy."

"You mean if you hadn't started pulling his hair?"

Elizabeth didn't say anything for a moment.

"He deserved it; he threw my rock into the lake."

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"Bloody boy was a menace to society," Elizabeth commented to the others.

"You had a toy rock," Jack asked shrewdly.

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Emma didn't have time to argue with her daughter so she sent her to find a new outfit before Weatherby arrived. Not much has happened in the past few years. Elizabeth grew into a young beauty and Emma was a beautiful woman in her late twenties. Though she loved her daughter more than anything, Elizabeth was a bit stubborn at times. However, for the many things that were upsetting about the girl, she had many pluses to herself. The girl was always thirsting for knowledge about anything. She had perfect handwriting for a child of her age but that wasn't the most of it. She also loved the stories her mother would tell her before bed about all of the famous pirates who were the scourge of the Spanish main. Emma even taught her the song her mother had taught her.

Everyone smiled and accepted the assessment that Emma had made of her daughter.

At this moment, Elizabeth was humming it to herself as she was dressing. The girl came back out and helped her mother to set the table before the door knob began to move.

"Good evening my beauties," Weatherby announced.

"Daddy," Elizabeth shouted running into his arms.

He picked her up into his arms and hugged her tightly. "And how was your day," he asked.

"Harry threw my rock into the lake."

"He did, well we'll just have to find you another one then won't we."

"Supper's ready," Emma said.

Elizabeth ran to the table while Emma kissed her husband.

"How was everything today," she asked.

"You know, the oddest thing happened. Jones and I were working on the Harrison trial when Mr. Forsythe himself came in to speak with us. He said he'd been watching us for sometime and that one of us might be getting a promotion someday. Wouldn't that be wonderful, to be able to move up a little in society."

"I suppose so," Emma said.

The family ate in silence that night. Emma never really thought about what might happen if her husband ever got any more money. The family basically lived on whatever he was paid at the moment. They had also never tried to contact his father. Emma had a special friend at the docks that would give her any news that she asked for since she helped him in the marketplace. The man was very poor and had absolutely no money to buy food for his family. When he tried to steal a loaf of bread and was caught, Emma came to his rescue and was backed up by Elizabeth who was four at the time. The man was a merchant sailor and regularly stopped at Port Royal to drop off supplies and the like. Rumor around the island was that the governor's son had run off with the help and was living somewhere in the world. Old Philip seemed to have gone to pieces since his son had disappeared. Apparently, more times than not, he would indulge a bit to much in the bottle late at night and would end up despondent and shameful until the next night when he'd do it again. Port Royal was in a shambles and Emma didn't blame herself at all. Well, maybe a little bit since she'd never told Weatherby any of this. Anyway, right now all she needed was her family and that was fine with her.

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"Alright Elizabeth, you know what time it is," Emma said.

It was after dinner. Emma had just finished washing the dishes and Weatherby was reading a book while Elizabeth was drawing pictures on the ground. The girl looked out the window and ran out of the room as fast as she could. Emma shook her head and went after her.

"Must we do this every night? Elizabeth, we're not skipping it today. Get in here right now or we're not going to the marketplace tomorrow."

Since the girl continued to hide, Emma drew the bath anyway. Making sure that the water got nice and warm; she filled up the basin with water and made sure that it smelled like violets which were Elizabeth's favorite.

"Come on Elizabeth, if you don't come out then this lovely bath will go to waste. There's violet in there."

Two minutes later, the little lady came out with a towel wrapped around her and went over to the water. Smiling mischievously, she threw the towel to the ground and jumped right in.

"That's my girl."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Weatherby, would you get that," Emma said scrubbing Elizabeth's head.

She heard him get up and Elizabeth looked to her mother.

"Today, I'm the pirate and you're the fleet. Arrr."

"Well my little pirate, what village are you sacking today?"

"The colonies."

"Oh, they are rather strong. Are you sure you can hold me off for that long?"

"Yes."

"Alright then. Here comes the tickle canon," Emma said.

She tickled the girl's sides and she laughed and they both got all wet.

"Hey, that's not fair. I wasn't ready yet."

"No, but here comes another one."

This went on for several minutes before Elizabeth was declared sufficiently clean.

"Go get ready for bed and then I'll tell you a story."

Emma heard Weatherby close the front door so she went to see what had happened.

"Who was that dear," she said wiping her hands on her apron.

She looked up to see her husband staring at the fire.

"Is something wrong?"

"It's my uncle, Uncle Albert. He's, well, died."

"Oh, I'm so sorry dear. Were you close to him?"

Weatherby shrugged. "Not very. Anyway, since I was his only living relative besides my father and a couple of aunts, he named me his heir in his will."

He looked to her and took her hand into his own. "We're rich."

"What do you mean rich," Emma asked.

"He's left me everything; his home, money, everything."

Emma just had to sit down. She looked to her daughter's room, where the girl was waiting for her to tell a story back to her husband.

"Well, I do wish we could have gotten this on better terms than the death of another. How are we going to break this to Elizabeth though; she loves living here?"

"Gently, she should understand."

With that, the two of them went into the girl's room to tell her of their new lease in life.

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Did you all like the chapter? Sorry it took so long. I am sorry to say that this is going to be going on a short hiatus due to school starting soon. I won't be able to post as often and I'm sorry. Okay, please review. Also, I'm going to change my Pirate Link of the month so go to my profile to check it out. Later. :-)

Sorry about the letters to separate the sections but the ruler and nothing else would work.