Don't Own Pirates!

6th Day Back

The sun was rising as I stood at the window looking out at the sea. Ever since I got back home that is pretty much all I do in my free time is look at the calming waves of the sea. Elizabeth hasn't picked up on my habit, thank god. I don't think I could stand to tell her that I miss being out at sea.

Today is my 6th day back and I would be saying goodbye to my family tomorrow, leaving them behind while I sail the seven seas for eternity. I cant help but feel excited for the fact I will be back on the sea, but then I feel like I have betrayed my family, for I have not yet told them I will be leaving them, forever.

I hear movement coming from our bed as I look back and see Elizabeth rubbing her eyes while yawning. I smile over at her as she finally looks up at me and returns my smile. "Good morning, love." I say to her as I walk over to her and set on the edge of the bed. She rises up and places a kiss on my lips. "Good morning yourself." She then gives me a confused look. "Why are you up so early?"

I simply give a little chuckle, for she looks so cute at that moment. "I don't know, I just did." I say as I lean down and kiss her forehead lightly. When I rise back up I see that her eyes are closed and she has a pleasuring smile on her features. I brush her hair out of her face and put my hand on her cheek. She leans into my hand and opens her eyes. I look into her hazel eyes as she looks into my dark brown ones.

I couldn't help to think if I hadn't did what I had five years ago I wouldn't be having this moment with Elizabeth, but I would be mourning the loss of my wife and son. Elizabeth seems to notice it. But I try to get her mind off of it by leaning down and kissing her passionately. She almost instantly returns the kiss and I feel her smile against my lips. She pulls me to her, so now I'm on top of her. Time seemed to stop at that moment and it only felt like we were the only ones who existed. But of course William had to start knocking on the door, and telling us to get up.

Elizabeth gives a regretted sigh as I ease myself off of the bed and open the door. William is standing there looking up at me with puppy dog eyes. I laugh at his expression and he runs to me and gives me a huge hug, as I return it. I glance over my shoulder as I see Elizabeth sitting on the bed smiling at us. Life seems perfect, but deep down I know it will never be.

It was noon and I was outside giving sword-fighting lessons to William while Elizabeth was in the house fixing lunch. She has been acing strange all day and I have not one clue as to why she is.

William was getting better at his sword fighting, I, of course let him win a few times. He still wants me to make him a real sword but Elizabeth and me both agree that he is still a little too younger for one. It hurts to know that I won't be around to make him a sword. I am going to have to tell them soon that I'm not here to stay, but I dread it so badly.

"Lunch is ready!" we hear Elizabeth yell from the house. We both put our wooden swords down and walk to the house to eat some lunch. When I enter the kitchen Elizabeth has an angry expression covering her attractive features. So I walk over to her and wrap my arms around her waist and give her neck a modest kiss.

She tenses for a minute then continues fixing William a plate, acting as if I wasn't even there. I lay my head on her shoulder and whisper in her ear, "What's wrong?" she doesn't answer me but removes my hands from her waist and takes William his plate as he sets at the kitchen table, anxiously waiting for his plate. I feel as if I have done something wrong to deserve such an odd behavior from Elizabeth. I ignore it as I set down at the table where my plate of food is.

It was all quiet while we ate; to me it was an awkward silence. William didn't seem to mind it as he gobbled up his food. Elizabeth on the other hand still wore an angry expression.

William soon finished his lunch and excused himself from the table and went outside. I took this time to ask my wife, "Did I do something to make you angry at me?" I didn't even look away from my plate of food. After a few moments of silence she said, anger in her voice. "What are you hiding from me William Turner?"

I was caught off guard by the question; I jerked my head up to look at her. She was staring at me with what looked like hatred in her eyes. "What are you talking about?" I reply as she rolls her eyes and forcefully pushes her chair back and stomps off into our bedroom. I sigh with confusion as I get up from the table and follow her to the bedroom. I go to open it but it is locked. "Lizzie please let me in." I say as I knock on the door lightly. "Don't you dare call me that!" she yells back at me. I could tell she was crying.

I felt my eyes begin to water. I felt rejected. 'Why is she acting this way?' I thought to myself but my mind only came up blank. So slowly walk away from the door and go to the living room where I flopped down on the sofa and dozed into a troubled sleep.

I wake up to the feeling of someone running his or her fingers across my chest. I open my eyes and see Elizabeth, sitting on the floor, looking at me with a reassuring smile. I raise up a little bit, leaning back on my elbows. She still continues to run her fingers around on my chest, as I feel a chill rush over me.

I smile back at her and open my mouth to say something but she takes her hand that was on my chest and puts it to my mouth. She shakes her head, "don't apologize for something that I did." I nod my head and she removes her hand from my mouth. I give her a smile as I lean over and give her a peck on the lips. She groans as I raise my eyebrow. She gives me a mischievous grin and grabs my hand. I am taken back by this as she drags me into our room. She lets go of my hand and pushes me down on the bed and then she turns and walks to the door, closes and locks it.

She turns back around, smiling. I return her smile, as she seductively walks back over to me and sets down across my lap. I lean over to her and begin kissing her with as much passion as I could muster.

One thing led to the other and the next thing I know we both were lying in our bed making sweet love to each other.