Cold As Glass

Sequel to Heart of Glass

Part Two of the Glass Trilogy

A Pirate Lord's Adventure

Epilogue

I sat upon the small porch that lined the outside of Tia Dalma's shack, fanning myself, with my vest and corset completely undone, a bottle of rum next to me, along with my hat, guns, and cutlass.

I was still shock over the fact my father had found his way back from World's End, and had been hiding in Tia Dalma's shack, since I had last been here with Jack.

But what bothered me the most, wasn't the fact that my father was alive and healthy, it was that I was the one who had killed him in the first place, and I couldn't just face him and act as if nothing had happened between us.

"Beaux?"

"No!" I answered instantly, as I reached over taking a big swig of rum, as I looked out at the fogy swamp water. "I'm not coming in and I am not giving up this rum!"

I heard a groan behind me, while Sirius sat down next to me. He glanced over at me, in my emotional wreck, status, and murmured," Come to bed. You should stay out here too long. Who knows what kind of bugs will find their way to you, and make you ill."

I just rolled my eyes and took another swig of rum. "As soon as I can figure out how to look at my father with a straight face, oh almighty Pirate Lord of the Caribbean."

Sirius sent me a cold hard glare.

Tia Dalma had been trying to persuade him to accept his father' title, at least until we find Jack, in order for Sirius to build a reputation for himself to have an early retirement on.

And since my father was alive, my title was now up in the air as well. Along with my crew.

"Just come inside," Sirius began to beg, quietly. "You don't have to speak with him, just come back to the cot Tia Dalma has set up for us. And sleep. We've had a very eventful day."

"Too eventful, if you ask me," I countered harshly taking another large gulp of rum, before I held it out for Sirius to take a sip from.

Sirius sighed reluctantly, before he took the bottle and had his own sip.

Then more footsteps approached us, revealing Will, who sat down upon my opposite side, pushing my belongings back behind me.

"I'll have some of the rum," Will held out his hand towards Sirius.

Sirius passed it over to Will, making me sighed quietly, in content.

It felt right sitting here, in a semi-drunken stupor, with Sirius on one side and Will on the other.

After all we were the tragic and forgotten children of pirates that served upon the Black Pearl.

Will took a quick gulp, before muttering, as he held it still," I've seen how you get drunk, Beaux. So I'm going to keep this bottle from you."

"When was she drunk?" Sirius questioned with a concerned tone, making me groan, and lay down on my back with my legs hanging off the edge.

Will then passed Sirius the bottle, before answering," When I found her impersonating a boy in Tortuga, trying to find Jack Sparrow. She was so drunk, she was sing a song and had such twisted logic she sounded exactly like Jack."

"I was having a tough time," I groaned in self defense. "Just like I am now."

"Tough time or not," Will sighed, taking a drink of rum," you can't hog this rum. You aren't the only person suffering here."

Uncontrollably, my tongue and lips rebellious moved, against my better judgment. "I'm sorry about Elizabeth and Jack."

Will paused and looked over at me, as I opened my eyes. And I saw his eyes soften slightly.

"That's it," Sirius groaned, starting to stand up," you're obviously already beginning to act drunk."

"You saw?" Will whispered to me in shock, as he lowered the bottle of rum from his lips.

I nodded, while Sirius began pulling me up into a sitting position.

Will starred at me for a second longer, and silently watched as I let Sirius pull my body up onto my feet.

He then silently nodded in thanks, before whispering," Thank you for offering to bring her back what makes her happy."

Sadly I nodded in his logic. Despite he felt hurt and abused by Elizabeth, he just wanted her to be happy.

You know, no matter how much I found Will to be complicated and annoying, he was really a good man. More so than Jack.

"Let's go off to bed," Sirius cooed to me, as he put my hat upon the top of my head, and laid me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, then gathered our reaming items.

"Good night, William," I waved to Will tiredly, as Sirius marched into Tia Dalma shack.

Will waved back at me, before he resumed my old job of drinking and looking out at the swamp.

Yet as Sirius walked further in, I spotted my crew sprawled out across the floor of the main room. Sleeping and snoring.

I also spotted Tia Dalma and Elizabeth both talking to one another quietly in the back room.

And my father sat at a table, eating an apple, with the monkey running around his feet. But was father was smirking at Sirius and me, and had even sent me a little wave.

Then Sirius and I walked through a curtain of stringed beads. Into a back room that I had not yet ventured into.

It looked like any other storage room containing all of Tia Dalma's unused belongings.

But my eyes were beginning to drop.

Sirius was right, I was over worked, over tired, over emotional, and now drunk. And I needed to rest.

Next thing I felt was Sirius laying me down upon a rather soft cot, before he set to work taking off my hat, my vest, and my corset, leaving me in my trousers, shirt, and shoes.

But I kept going in and out of consciousness, until I felt Sirius laid down besides me, rolling me over onto my side, wrapping his arms about my petite frame.

"Sirius?" I grunted into his chest just wanting to hear his voice, to reassure that he was right here next to me. And out of old habit, I adjusted my head, so I could be face-to-face with him.

"Yes, Beaux?" He brushed back my dirty, long, locks from my face, but he wore a content smile-almost making forget of everything that had happened to us within the pass year.

I smiled back at Sirius, and slowly brought my hand up to his cheeks, and held his face. And for the first time in a long time, I took a long hard look at my husband.

Despite only being twenty years of age, his eyes showed with so many more years. He no longer looked like that seventeen year old boy I had fallen in love with when he had first kissed me in the alley behind my mother's brothel.

"What is it?" He whispered, letting a small smile spread across his face, obviously loving the fact that I was touching his face in such an intimate manor.

"Nothing," I cooed, rubbing my thumb across his smiling lips," just reflecting on our past." Then I blushed and honestly admitted," I also just wanted to hear your voice."

Sirius smiled wider underneath my thumb, as it retreated back to his cheek.

I blushed harder, despite the fact I was his wife. I still felt like a little girl who was very naïve and couldn't admit completely how much she loved a certain boy.

Sirius cooed to me, as he pulled me closer to him," Close your eyes, darling. Try to rest, and I'll coo sweet things to aid you in your effort to sleep."

I couldn't hold back a grin at his proposition, but I obediently rested my head against his sturdy chest. Enjoying the sound of his steady and strong heart, beating against his ribs.

"When all of this is over with," Sirius began, as he ran his fingers through my hair," and Jack is back, and William and Elizabeth are married. You and I will find a little cottage somewhere."

I nuzzled my face closer to his chest, as he kept whispering," We will live off of the land and sea, not having to follow anyone's rules or order except our own."

My mind was beginning to drift off into the dream world Sirius was painting for me with these sweet words.

I could picture a little cottage on a cliff, looking over the sea, with lush green land surrounding it. A patch of farmland with a crude fence surrounding it and small fishing boat propped up against the side of the cottage, waiting to be taken down to the sea.

"Upon occasion a messenger on his horse may make his way to our humble home with letters from friends and family, even a nagging letter or two for us to join Pintel and Ragetti for another trip across the Caribbean."

I pictured myself standing by the front door, dressed in my wedding dress, with my skirt lightly being tugged upon by the wind, while I looked down at a pile of letters in my hands. And in the distance was a boy riding away, upon his noble steed, and off to deliver more letters.

"We can raise our children peacefully in the country side, teaching them everything we know. And give them all of our love, before they go off into the world. To make something of themselves…"

Sirius voice's drowned off, as my dream became more vivid.

The image changed slightly, my stomach was rounded in pregnancy. Running around the corner of the cottage were four little girls and a little boy running after them with my hat upon his head and Sirius's cutlass in his hands.

Sirius sat upon a tree's stump, fixing a fishing net, and smiling at his running children.

It was so prefect. Maybe too perfect. Knowing my luck I will never be able to attain that perfect family upon the cliff.

Unfortunately my dream disappeared before my eyes, and I found myself standing behind the wheel again, with my father standing behind me eating that green apple of his. Both of us looking cold and heartless as ever.

I pushed this vision from my mind, leaving me in the comforting darkness.

Weather I liked to accept it or not, my life was bound to the sea. And there was never going to be anything that could change that. Not even my love for Sirius…

But maybe…just maybe I will be able to change my cold heart, with the help of Sirius, and make myself a strong Femme Fatale.

I'll let go of my ruff exterior, and embrace my new self. And everything will become stronger than glass.

Okay, so I have begun the third and final part of this story. So keep your eyes and computers (or whatever you use to see my stories) prepared. And here is the title of the last "season":

Stronger Than Glass

Sequel to Cold as Glass

End of the Glass Trilogy

A Captain's Adventure