Title: Pirates of the Caribbean: Pirate Kings and Bloody Spoons
Time Frame: After Pirates of the Caribbean 3, At World's End
Pairings: Mentioned Will x Elizabeth
Rating: G
Warnings: SPOILERS for Pirates of the Caribbean 3
Author's Note: This is for the Flash Fan Fiction prompt, "Pirate". My first Pirates fic. Granted, PotC is a somewhat obvious choice for this theme, but once this idea struck me, it kind of resounded and refused to leave. Yes, I used real life experiences for the some of this. Word count: 351
Elizabeth Turner eyed her adversary with unwavering eyes. She tightened her lips, considering the upcoming struggle.
"Bloody spoon."
The pewter flatware piece lay, mocking her, underneath the royal blue settee. Elizabeth stroked the main obstacle between her and the rogue cutlery – her swollen stomach. Her unborn child chose that moment to stretch itself out. With an awkward grunt, Elizabeth straightened her back, trying to accommodate the babe's movement. The child's new position – one of his or her extremities jabbing into her lungs – forced her to take short, shallow breaths.
Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at the offending spoon. She could, she would, do this.
Keeping her back straight – the youngest Turner gave her no choice on that – she bent her knees and attempted to squat down. As she lowered herself, she steadied herself on the settee. It may as well serve some purpose besides hindering her access to that trice-cursed spoon. The babe shifted again. The unexpected movement upset her balance. She clung to the settee before she fell and pulled herself onto its cushions.
"Ridiculous," Elizabeth muttered. Glaring down, she stomped the floor near where the insolent spoon hid.
What idiocy. Utter nonsense. She'd sailed the seas, fought cursed pirates and the kraken, traveled to Davy Jones' Locker and back. She'd been named the King of the Brethren Court. All her adventures, all her accomplishments, and what finally bests her? A spoon? Unbelievable.
Was this Elizabeth's life now?
She didn't regret her choice, nor would she ever. She loved Will. Ten years apart had seemed like nothing, not compared to their love. Now, carrying his child, alone, it seemed like so much more.
What now? No more fighting, no more curses nor magic? Could she walk away from that and become … what? Normal? Just another lady, like all those numb-brained poofs from her childhood? Were her adventures over?
Elizabeth rubbed her swollen stomach. The unborn Turner pushed against her, a small bump that traversed across her belly. She caressed the bump.
No, her adventures weren't over. She had brand new ones awaiting her.