Antoinette woke up to a beautiful, clear day
Antoinette woke up to a beautiful, clear day. As she walked out on deck to stetch, she noticed someone who all to familiar. She rushed over to the person, who was holding a baby and standing in the middle of the deck.
"Rayanna!" Antoinette expressed, grasping her friend in a hug. Rayanna returned the favor.
"Antoinette," Rayanna gasped. "Is it really you?! Oh my goodness, I've missed you all so much!"
"Why, we haven't seen each other since C.J and Carol were born!" Antoinette said, over-thrilled. She looked at the bundle in her friends' arm. "Is this your baby? The one that Heather told me you were having?!"
Rayanna smiled down proudly at her son. "Yes, this is he! Jonathan Wolfgang Sparrow II! Johnny, for short. Would you like to hold him?"
"Oh yes, please!" Antoinette squealed as she held out her arm. As she cuddled Johnny, she said, "You know Rayanna, I have my own little boy now."
Rayanna couldn't help but smile ear to ear. " Are you serious?! What's his name?"
"Alexander James Norrington. He's just about a week old. Heather should be helping take care of him right now," Antoinette said, not knowing what her friend was going through back at home.
"Oh, I miss everyone so much," Rayanna pouted. "How are they all doing?"
"The last that I checked, they were fine! The children are all happy and healthy. The E.I.T.C, if you don't mind my mentioning it, is great. Mercer found a fiancee…"
"Again?!"
"Yes, again!" Antoinette grinned, giggling at her friend. She had to admit, being a pirate did have its perks. Like not having to worry about manners. "And," she said, looking around, "I think Heather might be considering having another baby."
Rayannas face brightened up. "Really?! How can you tell?"
"By the way she would look at me when I was pregnant. I could tell she was reminising fond memories. And I think that Lord Beckett's been doing the same. I'm actually pretty sure that they're trying to have one."
Rayanna was jumping up and down on the spot. "How marvelous! I do love babies!"
Jack, walking up behind the two, watched his wife strangly. "Stay out of my rum, woman!" He told Rayanna playfully as she subsided her jumping.
"I'm sorry, Jack!" Rayanna said, grinning at her friend. "It's just that Antoinette told me that she thinks Lord and Lady Beckett want another!"
"Another what?" Jack said, looking out to sea. "Another member of me crew to enslave?"
Rayanna rolled her eyes. "No! Another baby!" Jacks face brightened up a little after hearing this. "I love babies!" He exclaimed, pulling out two rum bottles, handing one to Antoinette, and the keeping the other for Rayanna and him to share. "It's just terrible that all the children have, and would have, Becketts blood running through their veins."
They had all landed on a beautiful little island by the name of Isle Cruces. As James, Jack, Rayanna, Johnny, Antoinette, Pintell, and Ragetti all unloaded from the crammed little dingy that they had been in. While James grabbed four shovels; one for himself, one for Elizabeth, one for Antoinette, and one for Jack, Jack said to Pintell and Ragetti, "Watch the boat, mind the tide, and don't touch my dirt." As he took out his compass, and the four of them were off.
They had walked about fifty feet. As Elizabeth looked at the compass, Jack and James both leaned on their shovles, while Antoinette sat down in the sand by James and Rayanna and Johnny sat down by Jack.. "This compass isn't right!" Elizabeth said, sitting down in the sand with the compass sitting near her. "And it certinally doesn't show you what you want!"
Jacks eyes darted over to the compass. "Yes it does. You're sitting on it," He said. Elizabeth looked at him, not believing the perverted comment she had just received. "Beg pardon?" She asked.
"You're sitting on it!" Jack said, standing her up and then holding the compass in his own hand. Sure enough, it was pointing at the spot where Elizabeth had been sitting. Jack looked over at James, who had been flirting with Antoinette a little bit. "Oh, break it up, you two!" Jack exclaimed, handing James a shovel. James took it, giving Jack a glare. "I don't suppose any of us fancy watching you two, er,…" Jack paused, and then did a series of hand and body gestures to illustrate a little. It was completely un-illegible.
They all sat by a chest that James had dug up, leaning by it to see if they could hear anything. Sure enough, there was a faint thump from inside the box. James smiled, and looked over at Jack. "You actually were telling the truth," he said. Jack smiled. "I do that quite often, yet people are always surprised."
"And with good reason!" A voice said behind them. It was Will Turner. Elizabeth got up and ran over to him, kissing him.
"I do suppose I should thank you, Jack," Will said, annoyed. "Without your bargaining me over to Jones to save your soul, I would have never found my father."
"Oh, well then," Jack said, trying to ignore the expressions he received, "you're welcome!" As Elizabeth began nagging, Will had snuck over to the chest, and drew out his knife.
"What are you doing?" Jack asked.
"I'm going to stab the heart and let my father free," Will said simply.
Jack drew his sword, and pointed it at Will. "I wouldn't be doin' that, mate. Cause if Jones is dead, who's to call his terrible beastie off the hunt, eh? Now. If you please: The key."
Will now had Elizabeths sword pointed back at Jack. Pretty soon, James had his sword pointed at Jack, forming a triangle. The three fought, swords heard clashing all around the island for about 30 minuites. Elizabeth, Rayanna, Antoinette, and Johnny (against his will) followed, the ladies trying to get their husbands and fiancees to stop fighting.
Jones' crew had attacked the five, with Johnny handed over to Pintell and Ragetti for safety. The were cornered. "We're not getting out of this," James said heroically. "Not with the chest." He grabbed the chest, and ran off through the water, fighting the cursed crew along the way. Antoinette huffed, and followed him.
After five minutes of running, James had knocked into, and been threatened by a pirate with a conch shell head. "I'll be happy to pry that chest away from your cold, dead, hands," the man hissed. Antoinette stood stalk still, and James looked around. "Here you go!"He said, throwing the chest to the other man, taking Antoinettes, hand, and then running for their lives.
"You're mad!" Antoinette said later that afternoon as they watched the Dutchman take off. "You just handed over the most powerful thing ever to the evilest person ever!"
James smirked. "Yes, I handed off the chest, but I hold the heart." He patted his breast pocket, and grinned. Antoinette put her ear to his breast gently, and listened. Within a minute, she heard a thump, too loud to be his own. Antoinette smiled at her husband, and threw herself onto him. "I love you," She said, kissing his neck.
Authors Note
Wow! Long chapter! Anyways, hope you guys liked it, and Happy Easter!!