Emily is eight and two months old, and just beginning to talk about how she wishes to be out at sea again. She has seen little of Miss Jade in that time, and she is happy for this. There is no one to try and make her act 'proper' now; her papa doesn't seem as worried about it as he used to, though he still insists she wear dresses.
He also seems so much less happy now, and Emily wishes she could make him feel better, but she doesn't know how. After a while she finds other things to do, and even befriends someone else her age, and so leaves her papa in peace, as this is what he very much seems to want.
~PotC~
A month passes, and his moods seem to become less foul, but he doesn't seem exaclty happy either. She knows better than to be ungrateful for this anyways, though she has a feeling that it has to do with Miss Jade, yet again. She says nothing about this, though.
~PotC~
Emily is eight and five months and has just got done playing with her friend Alex the night she tries to enter quietly and unnoticed into the shop. Her papa has only met Alex once or twice and thinks it innapropriate somehow that they run off together; she is hoping that he will be off at the tavern tonight, so he won't think to ask questions about where she has been with.
He is not off at the tavern, but he doesn't ask who's she's been with either, and the reason why is made clear by the brown haired, pail skinned woman sitting next to him. Miss Jade is dressed strangely; she doesn't appear to be wearing a corset, and her dress puckers out from her chest, hanging loosely over her stomach. Emily stands there, speechless, as her father – looking rather unsure of himself – explains that Miss Jade is going to have a baby. Emily will be a big sister in just a few months.
Emily isn't sure how to feel about this at first, but soon decides that it is very exciting, even though she doesn't like Miss Jade. To have a little brother or sister – how can she not be happy about that?
~PotC~
Emily is eight and seven months when she learns that her little sister is due to be born in about three months. She is more than a little excited, but makes sure to stay clear out of Jade's way, as the older woman's tempermant seems to get worse with each day that passes.
She is sitting in the shop one day, watching her papa hammer away at a sword he is making for one of the men in town, when she finally gets up the courage to ask for something she has been wanting ever since she'd watched her papa fighting off her guard in the brig of the Revenge.
He doesn't look surprised when she asks him to teach her how to use a blade. He seems to have known this was coming. He heaves a sigh and says that she is a bit young for that yet. He tells her to wait until she has at least turned nine and then he will begin teaching her how to fight if that is what she really wants.
"Why wouldn't any woman want to learn how to fight?" She wonders aloud. "I mean, it's hardly fair, having to count on the boys all the time."
Her papa stares at her blankly, then smiles, then all out laughs.
"Oh, Emily. Your just like your mother. Thank goodness for it, too, or else I probably wouldn't know what to do with you." And he walks over to place a kiss on her forehead.
~PotC~
Emily is just over eight and nine months and finally the time comes. Jade, great with child, is made as comfortable as possible in her cabin, and now they wait.
Half the town can hear her screams when it starts, screams that only grow louder as she goes. Emily sits on her bed in her cabin waiting as patiently as she can. Her papa is gone for over an hour, making sure Jade and the Turner family's newest addition are alright.
The baby is most certainly alright. He also has lungs to match his mothers.
~PotC~
Emily will be nine in one week, not that anyone seems to have noticed. Her two month old baby brother is still the only thing on anyone elses mind, particularly her papa's. Normally this does not bother her, not one bit; she adores baby Joshua, perhaps even more than her papa does. But now she's going to be nine soon, very soon, and she has been clinging to her papa's promise to teach her how to fight ever since he made it.
He hardly has time for her now, though, and unless they leave with Uncle Jack like he's suggesting they should, she fears he won't want to keep his promise.
She makes her way across town, dressed in a dress like she always is because it makes her papa happy, not really sure where she's going. She's finished her chores and simply did not wish to stay home.
She smiles wide when she runs into Alex, who is running errands for his mother. It is a blazing hot summer day, and he has rolled up the sleeves of his shirt in a way that he usually doesn't.
She freezes when she sees it; on his arm, the most unusual thing for a child their age to have.
It's awfully familiar, too.
"Alex?" She reaches out to brush her fingers over the markings on his arm. "Alex, when did you get this?"
He gives her a questioning look, then looks down at where her hand is and his eyes widen. He quickly pulls down his sleeves.
"M-me mum made me get it last month, when I turned ten." He replies nervously. "Said it's so I won't ever forget who me dad is. N-not like I'd ever care to meet 'im."
"But I've seen it before." She says, confused.
He gives her a blank look.
"Where?"
"What's your last name?"
He'd never told her, and the frown he gives her makes her think he doesn't want to tell her now.
"Tell me where ye've seen this before first." He says.
Emily fixes him with her peircing gaze, giving him the look that Alex always says reminds him of her dad.
"My Uncle Jack has a tattoo just like it…in the exact same place on his wrist."
"You mean…yer uncle who isn't really yer uncle is that Jack?" He pauses, and realization dawns on his face. "Then that means...when ye leave with yer papa, it's on…"
"The Black Pearl. It also means your Jack Sparrow's son. How come you didn't tell me?"
"'Cause me mum told me not to tell anyone." He glances around as he says it, as if just realizing they are standing where anyone could hear them, but it doesn't look like anyone else is listening. "How come ye didn't tell me about who yer Uncle really is?"
"Papa's tried to make sure no one knew about him being a pirate, so we wouldn't be in danger, which is I guess why Uncle Jack never actually makes port here. At least, not when coming for us."
The two stare at eachother for a long moment before Alex finally speaks again.
"Ye know… I've been stuck with me mum all the time, haven't had any adventures like you. What say we start over so's we don't have to worry 'bout who knows what." He says with a playful smile. "Alexander Jack Sparrow, at yer service." And he gives her an exaggerated, sweeping bow, the smile never leaving his face.
"Emily Elizabeth Turner." She curtsy's in return, giggling like mad.
She is sure to tell her papa about who Alex is when she returns home that night. Her papa is shocked, not that her Uncle Jack has a son, but that said son would turn up here of all places and befriend his daughter of all people.
He steals a glance upwards and mumbles something about how he thinks this must be the goddess's doing somehow and how he wishes she would stay out of things, though he does sound a bit amused.
Emily slips off to bed that night wondering if her papa could be right about it being the goddess's doing – or if he'd just been at the rum again.
~PotC~
Another week passes, and her papa seems to have all but forgotten her birthday. She is mad at first when her papa does not even say happy birthday, but then she sees Alex and he gives her a present, a small pastrie from the bakery that must have taken all of what little money he'd managed to gather to buy.
She shares it with him and is so happy that not everyone has forgotten her that she even gives him a kiss on the cheek. Alex's cheeks turn red like and apple. He gives her a sly grin and tries to play it off like he's actually been kissed by a girl before.
It doesn't help his case that he's only ten, but the grin reminds her of her Uncle Jack, and she likes it so much on him that she doesn't say a word about it.
When she returns home, her papa is waiting for her with a smile and a small, nine-year-old-sized wooden sword, perfect for her to begin practicing with.
"I'll bet you thought I'd forgotten." He says as she comes up and takes the wooden sword from him. She looks down sheepishly.
"Yeah, I did…"
"Hey," he says, kneeling before her and lifting her chin up gently so she'll look at him, "I could never forget you. Please don't ever think that."
She nods and breaks into a grin. He stands and takes her hand, leading her off to a grassy area outside of town where he begins teaching her how to use the would-be weapon she is carrying.
~PotC~
Emily sits on the beach, wating patiently for the sun to set. She is nine years and one month old, and she hasn't seen her mother in over a year, though word has gotten around and she's heard plenty about what her mother was said to be doing over that year. The stories of how her mother had embraced her role as Pirate King, cutting down other ships… it was a little frightening, but Emily wasn't really worried. Her mother was a pirate, pirate's did things like that all the time. She knew her mother wasn't cruel, though, not like some described her as being. She just knew it.
A moment passes, and the sun has set, and…
….and there is no green flash. No ship heading her way. Nothing.
She stares out on the calm blue waters as, slowly, her stomach twists itself into a knot. Her mother wasn't there. She wasn't coming.
Her mother wasn't coming.
A mixture of emotions takes over Emily's brain as question after question comes to mind; where was her mother? Was she ok? Why wouldn't she come? Was she spending her one day elsewhere? If so, why would she abandon Emily like that? Had she simply forgotten about her daughter?
Tears begin to blur her vision. She gets up from where she's been sitting in the sand, wiping the tears away furiously, and begins trudging back up the beach towards home.
~PotC~
Captain Lizzie Swann, as she has been introducing herself for some time now, has no wish to see anyone on land today, not even her goddess. She just wants to bury the Chest and forget the rest of the world exists.
Of course, things rarely go the way she wants them to anymore. Her goddess refuses to really leave her be.
"A terrible waste of de one day ye are given. Ye should be with yer daughter."
"You said she and Will were happy."
"I said dey had found some 'appiness. I did not mean to make ye tink de girl would not wish to see ye."
"My point is that I'm sure she's better off with out me. Both of them are."
Her goddess watches her as she sets down the chest with Captain Elizabeth Turner carved into the top. This chest had been a gift from Will. Inside it were other gifts from him, and countless letters, along with the Chest, the one with Lizzie's beating heart inside it.
"I tink ye would be very surprised, my Lizzie." Her goddess says quietly.
"Well, I have no wish to find out."
Calypso is giving her that look again, the one that makes it seem as though she's looking into Lizzie's very soul, and Lizzie is no less unnerved by it this time around.
"What is it, my goddess?" She tries to ask and not snap, having no wish to anger her goddess.
"I only wonder what is happenin to ye, my Lizzie."
Lizzie doesn't reply. She grabs her shovel and begins digging into the sand.
"Ye have not been keeping up wit your duties."
"I know."
"You made a promise. Ye told me dat ye would do as ye are supposed to once ye took back Emily. It has been a year since den."
Lizze doesn't respond. She keeps digging for a while, then takes the chest and places it in the hole.
"Tell me, my Lizzie. Do ye love me?"
Lizzie freezes and stares at her goddess.
"W-what?"
"Do ye love me?"
She has told her goddess many times before that yes, she does love her. But looking into her eyes now Lizzie finds she is no longer quite sure what love is. She opens her mouth to respond, but no words come out.
Calypso looks sad.
"It is just as I tought, den." She reaches out and brushes a hand over Lizzie's cheek, then leans in closer and places a ghost of a kiss on her lips. "When ye remember what love is, truly, den I will return to ye as you see me now. Know dat I am always watchin ye, though, my Lizzie."
Lizzie frowns. What did her goddess mean? Was she leaving? She opens her mouth to ask, but her goddess is gone before she can.
And then comes the pain. It is an indescribable sensation; the feeling of a thousand needles pricking her in a million different places on her body. The pain hits her hardest in her chest, and she doubles over, landing in the sand on all fours. She gasps for un-needed breaths, unable to move until finally the pain subsides.
She looks down at her arms and hands when it is finally over, and isn't as surprised as she could be when she sees that patches of what appear to be scales have appeared on them like some sort of rash. Her normally tan skin seems to look paler too.
Her first reaction is to be angry at her goddess, but she tries to push it away, tries to make herself think logically. Being angry at such a powerful being won't do her any good at all. Lizzie grabs the shovel again and finally buries the chest.
She leaves all that is left of Elizabeth Turner in the sand along with it.
Right, so, I'm not sure about this chapter for some reason. I've had to rewrite some parts a couple times over. As always, reviews will be appreciated!
For a better idea of what Lizzie's skin starts to look like, think of the mermaids tales in Pirates 4, except a darkish green color.
I was thinking I'd start a different story, but I've now decided that I'm just going to keep going under this one, so you can just forget what I said at the end of the last chapter. :)