Chapter 11

Elizabeth suddenly snapped out of the daze and realized that had started raining outside, just like the night she had remembered. She wiped away her tears as she clutched the chest tight to her.

"Momma? Momma?" said Will from his room.

"Yes darling," her voice cracked as she tried to stop crying and sound normal.

"I'm scared, can you come in here?" he said as the thunder cracked outside.

"Of course… I'll be in a minute," Elizabeth said putting the chest back into it's spot and covering it with the floorboard as she put the items back over it in her closet. She closed the closet doors and headed to her son's room.

Will standing at his window watching the lightning and rain.

"Momma!" He said running over to her and embracing her into a hug.

"Whoa," he took her by surprise, "Well no wonder your scared, you should close these curtains," she said heading to the window.

"I tried, but I was still scared…"

Elizabeth looked down at him, "How 'bout you stay with me tonight then."

"Really? But Momma you said—"

"Come along, you need your rest!"

They headed into Elizabeth room and Will jumped into the bed.

"I'll be right there, okay?" Elizabeth said as she went into her bathroom to change.

Will nodded his head.

After a minute the rain had worsened and the thunder was getting louder.

Elizabeth came out of the bathroom to find Will hiding under the blankets. She laughed a little bit. "It's ok—ay!" she said comforting him as she sat down, "Here I'll leave the light on… hey! Where did ya go?" she laughed.

"I'm right here!" he said from under the blanket.

"Will? Will? Where are you?" she joked.

"Under here Momma!" he laughed.

"What's this? I think I found something!" she joked as she began to tickle him.

"Ha-ha! Momma!" he laughed.

"Will? I found you!" she laughed as she tickled him, "Is there room for me under there!" she laughed.

"Of course Momma!" he answered as he could barely speak from laughing.

They continued laughing forever, and after awhile they forgot about the storm all together.

After awhile they ran out of energy, and Will began to settle down.

"Momma?"

"Yes."

"When's Papa coming home?"

"I already told you earlier, soon, darling, soon."

"What's he like Momma?"

"Well… he's very brave, noble, loving and caring. He would do anything to help the one's he loves. He's the best swordsman in the entire Caribbean—"

"But Uncle Jack said that he was the best swordsman in the Caribbean."

"Well we just let him think that," Elizabeth laughed.

"Tell me a story Momma," he asked almost sleepily.

"About what?" she asked confused.

"About you, and Papa, and Uncle Jack's adventures!"

Elizabeth was about to hesitate but when she saw the adorable look in Will's eyes, she couldn't resist. "Alright…" she said as she and Will got comfortable.

She put her arms around Will and he looked up at her awaiting to here her stories, like they were the greatest thing in the world.

"We were at sea, the weather was beautiful! Clear skies, blue waters, the wind was going perfectly with the sails. We were doing our best to stay away from Uncle Barbossa and his cursed crew on the Black Pearl, but we could not go fast enough.

"Uncle Barbossa had the Pearl? But I thought it was Uncle Jacks."

"It's true, there was a time when your two uncle's fought for many years. It was before we met them, but Uncle Jack made it his life goal to get the Pearl back to his possession, but that's another story," Elizabeth smirked.

"Tell me more Momma," he said falling asleep.

"Suddenly war broke out between the two ships and somehow your crazy Uncle Jack somehow escaped from the Pearls brig and made his way to the deck where he jumped to our ship and found your father and I already in battle with the pirates…" Elizabeth looked down at Will, who finally shut his eyes and feel asleep peacefully, safe in her arms. She decided to follow so he turned off the light and fell asleep slowly.

She knew the reason for the storm, Will was getting closer. Whenever they passed from world to world a small storm would arrive. But every ten years when the good captain was to have his one-day upon shore, there would be a storm for the record books. The storm would not let up until the night before his arrival. Elizabeth was happy for once that the storm was worsening, because she knew it's true meaning; which was that with every bolt lightning, and crack of thunder, her love was every bit closer to her and that soon she would feel his warm embrace once more and never… ever… let go again… as long as they both shall live.