Lives Intertwined Cannot Be Unbound~CHAPTER 1
Characters: POTC, OFCs
Rating: PG-PG13
Summary: What happens to Jack, Barbossa and Elizabeth after At Worlds End? Their lives will forever be mingled, whether they choose to admit it or not. **A/N** This is post AWE, nix the final scene after the credits.
Disclaimer: However much I would LOVE to claim my pirate crew, I cannot. Disney owns them, but I get to choose their course.
The wind blew softly through her locks. She breathed in the fresh, salty sea air that floated up the cliff from the ocean. It tickled her nose.
The little village that she settled in was quaint, but the people were extremely welcoming. They, at first, questioned her as to why she was traveling alone. She told them that her husband had perished at sea and she needed to remove herself from her surroundings or she would have been reminded of him daily. The torment could only last so long. Her heart could only break so much.
The women of the village sympathized with her and the men offered to help her build a little house. She was humbled by their generosity. Little did they know that they had welcomed the Pirate King amongst their faces. She kept mum.
Elizabeth stayed with the minister and his wife until the house was built, furnished and supplied with what she needed. In return for lodging with the couple, she offered to help around the parsonage and the rest of the village until she moved into her new home.
They swapped stories. They told about how they landed in the little village of Andreas and Elizabeth animated events that happened to her when she was the governor’s daughter in Port Royal.
“Such a long way from home, my dear,” the Minister Smithson stated.
Elizabeth doted on memories of her father and of Will.
She unconsciously placed a hand on her abdomen. She forgot for just a moment that there was a little pirate growing inside her. And a blacksmith’s son. Her eyes welled with tears at the thought of Will not being able to be there for her over the course of the next six months.
“Are you feeling well, Elizabeth?” Beverly Smithson asked. “Is the child causing you trouble?”
“No. I will be fine.”
Beverly placed a warm hand on Elizabeth’s arm. “In a few days time you will be able to walk into your new home. And you know if you need anything, anything at all, we will be there to help you.”
“I know. And for that I am ever grateful.”
Elizabeth wiped a tear from her cheek. Why was she crying? Pirate Kings didn’t cry. No, but pampered governor’s daughter’s did. And she was both. She drew in a deep breath and stood from the table.
“If you beg my pardon, I do believe that I need some fresh air. I am going to go and visit Tanya.”
“Alls well,” Ronald Smithson said. “Go. Dinner will be ready at five. Tell her that so she makes it home in time.”
Elizabeth nodded and headed out the door. She walked through the streets where she waved at neighbors. She stopped in front of the little two-story house where furniture was being ushered in.
“Miss Elizabeth!” came a friendly voice. “Is this couch to your liking?”
Elizabeth nodded. She walked up to the man and he walked her inside.
“It’s almost ready for you to live in, ma’am. Would you like a tour?”
“That would be splendid.”
The man walked her from room to room, pointing out things he thought would be of interest to her. She ran her hands along the pieces of furniture as she walked through. She stood at the kitchen table and visioned herself making many meals and having magnificent dinner parties where she entertained multitudes of guests. The rooms upstairs were of moderate sized. Her room was finally furnished. There was a little bassinet in the corner where her future child would lay its head. The room next door would be his or her room.
After she finished the tour, she continued on to the bakery where she was helping out part time to earn a little extra cash. She wanted to help pay back everyone that was helping her. They, after all, didn’t know a single thing about her when she came to Andreas and they welcomed her with open arms.
The little bell dinged and a cheery voice greeted Elizabeth.
“Oh! It’s just you, Lizzie! Thought that you might have been a customer. Things have been a little slow today. I am blaming the swell of rain that came through the evening. Everyone seems to be in lower spirits.” She continued pulling bakery around the display case, creating a new scheme from the morning. “How's that baby of yours doing?”
“Awake. He’s been giving me heartburn.”
Tanya wrinkled her nose. “Nasty little bugger. So you think it’s a boy, eh?”
“I am praying it’s a boy. I want to name him William after his father, God rest his soul.”
God rest his soul, she thought. The poor man was now the Captain of the Flying Dutchman. And she carried around his heart in the chest that she told people her father had past on to her. How could they not hear his heart pounding through the walls?
“It’s all right, dearie,” Tanya comforted as she came around to the front of the display. She wrapped her arms around her friend and brushed her hand through her hair. “All things work themselves out in the end. Take me, for example. Had that pirate not brought me here, I would never have found two loving parents. Or you!”
Tanya was orphaned when she was five years old. Her parents had died of some unforeseen illness and left her to wander the streets. A baker saw her and took pity on her and taught her the trade. One day, in her little village of Lynth, pirates attacked and took what they wanted. Tanya wanted to see what all the commotion was about and saw men fighting men, women screaming through the streets and children crying. Before she knew it, she was hoisted up by two strong arms and carried away to a ship.
She fast became the favorite of the Captain and he treated her like his own daughter. He taught her sword fighting, map reading and sailor games. He read stories to her and held her when she was crying.
Even though it was bad luck for children and women to be on the ship, he still cared and loved her.
She became very ill one day and he ordered his crew to find land, any port, and seek a doctor. As he was carrying her in his arms, seeking help, he saw the Minister Smithson and pleaded that he take her. She was not well enough to survive on a ship, a pirate ship no less, and he wanted the best for her.
Minister Smithson agreed and the pirate gave him a large bag of coins. He kissed Tanya goodbye and she never saw him again. The minister and his wife raised and protected Tanya as if she were their own until the pirate came back to claim his daughter. He never did.
“You were lucky,” Elizabeth chided. “Not all pirates are kind like that. I have had my fair run-ins with them. I know.”
“So you say. You often cry out names in your sleep. Something about Jack Sparrow, Davey Jones, and Barbossa.”
Elizabeth froze in her spot.
“I know who the mythical Davey Jones is, but I have never heard of the other two.”
“They were...friends, of sorts. Jack more so. Barbossa was only a friend when you had something that he wanted. And even then he could turn on you.”
“Pirates?”
“Yes.”
“So you aren’t the spoiled girl from Port Royal that you are letting everyone believe you are then?” She slyly smiled.
“I was. My father was governor and I came to know the pirates through turn of events. It’s a long story to go into at the moment. I’m feeling a bit faint, so I am going to head back to the house. Oh, Ronald told me to tell you that supper will be ready at five. He expects you there.”
“Yes, yes, yes. I know. I never show for dinner. Tell him I will be along shortly and I will wear my best dress just for him.”
Elizabeth nodded, hugged her friend and walked out of the bakery. She crossed town and headed back to the parsonage. She looked around to see if the minister and his wife were in the wings and she was grateful they weren’t. She wanted quiet.
She went up to her room, laid her head on the pillow.
Thoughts of Jack Sparrow filled her mind. Where had he gone after he rescued her? She remembered his last words to her, “Keep telling yourself that, darling.”
“It never would have worked out between us,” she whispered to herself. “Good man you were, Jack Sparrow. Are. Thank you for saving Will.”
She pressed her hand against her stomach, feeling the gassiness turn about.
The months past and Elizabeth was fully moved into her home. She was delighted to go and do things as she pleased. It had been some time since she was able to just relax without someone questioning her or wanting to join her for anything.
On occasion, she invited the minister and his wife over for a grandiose spread of food. Tanya seemed to be over at least three times a week, which Elizabeth didn’t mind. It was nice having a female companion once again.
Elizabeth grew large and the baby was getting heavy against her spine. She often walked with her hand pressed against the small of her back. The heat from the scorching sun didn’t help things either when she was out working in the yard or running errands in the village. She was thankful, however, to not have to wear a blasted corset.
Often times she would walk to the cliff, look out at the horizon on the sea and pray that maybe Will would see her. She didn’t understand why, even if he remained on the ocean, he couldn’t see her. Even if it was for a day that she rowed out to the Dutchman to visit. If only she could see his face again. She missed him something terrible. So terrible that most nights she cried herself to sleep.
How was she to care for this child alone? Yes, she knew she had wonderful friends to help, but it wouldn’t be the same without a husband.
And how would she go about telling her child that his or her father was the Captain of the Flying Dutchman and he was only allowed to step on land every ten years? He had a duty to ferry souls.
Oh yes, she could see it now. People would be coming up to her asking her what kind of nonsense she is teaching her child. He or she was telling all the other kids in town these stories, claiming they were true.
It would have been much easier had Will just died. Or didn’t fight. He would still be here. She silently cursed Jack Sparrow for causing Will to stab the heart, killing Jones in the process, and sealing his fate to the Dutchman.
If she would have told Will that she loved him before the attack on Port Royal that day, none of this would have happened; the day that Commodore Norrington proposed. She could still be in Port Royal, a blacksmith’s wife, daughter of the governor.
Things could have been so different.
Elizabeth gasped as she hunched over in pain. Her stomach felt like it was splitting in two. She looked out at the sea and screamed Will’s name. If only he could hear her. If only he was able to make port and come on land. Just to hold her hand for a moment.
Knowing she wasn’t going to be able to deliver this baby on her own, she painfully walked back to the parsonage. She knew that Beverly and Tanya would be there. The bakery had closed for the day and Beverly didn’t have any sewing circles to attend.
She pushed open the door, screamed in pain as she felt the baby fall down some more.
“Beverly! Tanya! Help!” she screamed as she crawled into the house.
“What’s all the--Lizzie!” Tanya yelped as she moved under Elizabeth’s arms. “Mom! Lizzie’s having the baby!”
Beverly came flying around the corner, fluttered her hands in the air and helped Elizabeth up to her room.
“Tanya, quickly, fluff the pillows. Elizabeth, I am going to need you to sit up and spread your legs. That’s it, dearie.”
Elizabeth cried in pain. “It’s coming!” She clenched her fists in the bed sheets, trying hard not to push.
“Tanya, hurry. Get me some clean towels, a scissors and a basin of water. Now, child!”
Tanya flew down the stairs and grabbed the supplies requested by Beverly. She came back up and held on to Elizabeth’s hand. Tanya wiped Elizabeth’s brow and provided her with a glass of water.
“All right, Lizzie, push,” Beverly coaxed. She pushed Elizabeth’s legs further apart when she felt her squeeze them against the pain. “Just a little more, the head’s coming. Okay, relax.”
Elizabeth slammed her head against the pillow for a minute and caught her breath. She closed her eyes and tightened her mouth when she felt another contraction. She pushed until Beverly told her to relax. They repeated this process until Beverly was able to pull the baby out.
“Beautiful work! Wonderfully done, child!”
Beverly took the baby and cleaned it off. She brought it back over to Elizabeth who was slowly regaining a normal breathing pattern.
“He’s a boy. A beautiful, healthy baby boy.”
Elizabeth took him from Beverly’s arms and cradled him close. She ran a finger over his mouth and felt his arms move against her. She looked up at Beverly and silently thanked her for her help.
“William,” she whispered. “Just like his father.”
“That is a splendid name,” Beverly said. “Tanya, help me gather the mess. I think we should let mother and son have some time. We shall be back up in a little while to check on you, dear.”
“Thank you for everything, both of you,” Elizabeth whispered.
She watched her son wriggle. She listened to him coo. She folded him into her arms and kissed his tiny forehead. She couldn’t take her eyes off the precious little Pirate Prince. He was perfect in every way.
PREVIOUS CHAPTERS
Prologue
Rating: PG-PG13
Summary: What happens to Jack, Barbossa and Elizabeth after At Worlds End? Their lives will forever be mingled, whether they choose to admit it or not. **A/N** This is post AWE, nix the final scene after the credits.
Disclaimer: However much I would LOVE to claim my pirate crew, I cannot. Disney owns them, but I get to choose their course.
The wind blew softly through her locks. She breathed in the fresh, salty sea air that floated up the cliff from the ocean. It tickled her nose.
The little village that she settled in was quaint, but the people were extremely welcoming. They, at first, questioned her as to why she was traveling alone. She told them that her husband had perished at sea and she needed to remove herself from her surroundings or she would have been reminded of him daily. The torment could only last so long. Her heart could only break so much.
The women of the village sympathized with her and the men offered to help her build a little house. She was humbled by their generosity. Little did they know that they had welcomed the Pirate King amongst their faces. She kept mum.
Elizabeth stayed with the minister and his wife until the house was built, furnished and supplied with what she needed. In return for lodging with the couple, she offered to help around the parsonage and the rest of the village until she moved into her new home.
They swapped stories. They told about how they landed in the little village of Andreas and Elizabeth animated events that happened to her when she was the governor’s daughter in Port Royal.
“Such a long way from home, my dear,” the Minister Smithson stated.
Elizabeth doted on memories of her father and of Will.
She unconsciously placed a hand on her abdomen. She forgot for just a moment that there was a little pirate growing inside her. And a blacksmith’s son. Her eyes welled with tears at the thought of Will not being able to be there for her over the course of the next six months.
“Are you feeling well, Elizabeth?” Beverly Smithson asked. “Is the child causing you trouble?”
“No. I will be fine.”
Beverly placed a warm hand on Elizabeth’s arm. “In a few days time you will be able to walk into your new home. And you know if you need anything, anything at all, we will be there to help you.”
“I know. And for that I am ever grateful.”
Elizabeth wiped a tear from her cheek. Why was she crying? Pirate Kings didn’t cry. No, but pampered governor’s daughter’s did. And she was both. She drew in a deep breath and stood from the table.
“If you beg my pardon, I do believe that I need some fresh air. I am going to go and visit Tanya.”
“Alls well,” Ronald Smithson said. “Go. Dinner will be ready at five. Tell her that so she makes it home in time.”
Elizabeth nodded and headed out the door. She walked through the streets where she waved at neighbors. She stopped in front of the little two-story house where furniture was being ushered in.
“Miss Elizabeth!” came a friendly voice. “Is this couch to your liking?”
Elizabeth nodded. She walked up to the man and he walked her inside.
“It’s almost ready for you to live in, ma’am. Would you like a tour?”
“That would be splendid.”
The man walked her from room to room, pointing out things he thought would be of interest to her. She ran her hands along the pieces of furniture as she walked through. She stood at the kitchen table and visioned herself making many meals and having magnificent dinner parties where she entertained multitudes of guests. The rooms upstairs were of moderate sized. Her room was finally furnished. There was a little bassinet in the corner where her future child would lay its head. The room next door would be his or her room.
After she finished the tour, she continued on to the bakery where she was helping out part time to earn a little extra cash. She wanted to help pay back everyone that was helping her. They, after all, didn’t know a single thing about her when she came to Andreas and they welcomed her with open arms.
The little bell dinged and a cheery voice greeted Elizabeth.
“Oh! It’s just you, Lizzie! Thought that you might have been a customer. Things have been a little slow today. I am blaming the swell of rain that came through the evening. Everyone seems to be in lower spirits.” She continued pulling bakery around the display case, creating a new scheme from the morning. “How's that baby of yours doing?”
“Awake. He’s been giving me heartburn.”
Tanya wrinkled her nose. “Nasty little bugger. So you think it’s a boy, eh?”
“I am praying it’s a boy. I want to name him William after his father, God rest his soul.”
God rest his soul, she thought. The poor man was now the Captain of the Flying Dutchman. And she carried around his heart in the chest that she told people her father had past on to her. How could they not hear his heart pounding through the walls?
“It’s all right, dearie,” Tanya comforted as she came around to the front of the display. She wrapped her arms around her friend and brushed her hand through her hair. “All things work themselves out in the end. Take me, for example. Had that pirate not brought me here, I would never have found two loving parents. Or you!”
Tanya was orphaned when she was five years old. Her parents had died of some unforeseen illness and left her to wander the streets. A baker saw her and took pity on her and taught her the trade. One day, in her little village of Lynth, pirates attacked and took what they wanted. Tanya wanted to see what all the commotion was about and saw men fighting men, women screaming through the streets and children crying. Before she knew it, she was hoisted up by two strong arms and carried away to a ship.
She fast became the favorite of the Captain and he treated her like his own daughter. He taught her sword fighting, map reading and sailor games. He read stories to her and held her when she was crying.
Even though it was bad luck for children and women to be on the ship, he still cared and loved her.
She became very ill one day and he ordered his crew to find land, any port, and seek a doctor. As he was carrying her in his arms, seeking help, he saw the Minister Smithson and pleaded that he take her. She was not well enough to survive on a ship, a pirate ship no less, and he wanted the best for her.
Minister Smithson agreed and the pirate gave him a large bag of coins. He kissed Tanya goodbye and she never saw him again. The minister and his wife raised and protected Tanya as if she were their own until the pirate came back to claim his daughter. He never did.
“You were lucky,” Elizabeth chided. “Not all pirates are kind like that. I have had my fair run-ins with them. I know.”
“So you say. You often cry out names in your sleep. Something about Jack Sparrow, Davey Jones, and Barbossa.”
Elizabeth froze in her spot.
“I know who the mythical Davey Jones is, but I have never heard of the other two.”
“They were...friends, of sorts. Jack more so. Barbossa was only a friend when you had something that he wanted. And even then he could turn on you.”
“Pirates?”
“Yes.”
“So you aren’t the spoiled girl from Port Royal that you are letting everyone believe you are then?” She slyly smiled.
“I was. My father was governor and I came to know the pirates through turn of events. It’s a long story to go into at the moment. I’m feeling a bit faint, so I am going to head back to the house. Oh, Ronald told me to tell you that supper will be ready at five. He expects you there.”
“Yes, yes, yes. I know. I never show for dinner. Tell him I will be along shortly and I will wear my best dress just for him.”
Elizabeth nodded, hugged her friend and walked out of the bakery. She crossed town and headed back to the parsonage. She looked around to see if the minister and his wife were in the wings and she was grateful they weren’t. She wanted quiet.
She went up to her room, laid her head on the pillow.
Thoughts of Jack Sparrow filled her mind. Where had he gone after he rescued her? She remembered his last words to her, “Keep telling yourself that, darling.”
“It never would have worked out between us,” she whispered to herself. “Good man you were, Jack Sparrow. Are. Thank you for saving Will.”
She pressed her hand against her stomach, feeling the gassiness turn about.
The months past and Elizabeth was fully moved into her home. She was delighted to go and do things as she pleased. It had been some time since she was able to just relax without someone questioning her or wanting to join her for anything.
On occasion, she invited the minister and his wife over for a grandiose spread of food. Tanya seemed to be over at least three times a week, which Elizabeth didn’t mind. It was nice having a female companion once again.
Elizabeth grew large and the baby was getting heavy against her spine. She often walked with her hand pressed against the small of her back. The heat from the scorching sun didn’t help things either when she was out working in the yard or running errands in the village. She was thankful, however, to not have to wear a blasted corset.
Often times she would walk to the cliff, look out at the horizon on the sea and pray that maybe Will would see her. She didn’t understand why, even if he remained on the ocean, he couldn’t see her. Even if it was for a day that she rowed out to the Dutchman to visit. If only she could see his face again. She missed him something terrible. So terrible that most nights she cried herself to sleep.
How was she to care for this child alone? Yes, she knew she had wonderful friends to help, but it wouldn’t be the same without a husband.
And how would she go about telling her child that his or her father was the Captain of the Flying Dutchman and he was only allowed to step on land every ten years? He had a duty to ferry souls.
Oh yes, she could see it now. People would be coming up to her asking her what kind of nonsense she is teaching her child. He or she was telling all the other kids in town these stories, claiming they were true.
It would have been much easier had Will just died. Or didn’t fight. He would still be here. She silently cursed Jack Sparrow for causing Will to stab the heart, killing Jones in the process, and sealing his fate to the Dutchman.
If she would have told Will that she loved him before the attack on Port Royal that day, none of this would have happened; the day that Commodore Norrington proposed. She could still be in Port Royal, a blacksmith’s wife, daughter of the governor.
Things could have been so different.
Elizabeth gasped as she hunched over in pain. Her stomach felt like it was splitting in two. She looked out at the sea and screamed Will’s name. If only he could hear her. If only he was able to make port and come on land. Just to hold her hand for a moment.
Knowing she wasn’t going to be able to deliver this baby on her own, she painfully walked back to the parsonage. She knew that Beverly and Tanya would be there. The bakery had closed for the day and Beverly didn’t have any sewing circles to attend.
She pushed open the door, screamed in pain as she felt the baby fall down some more.
“Beverly! Tanya! Help!” she screamed as she crawled into the house.
“What’s all the--Lizzie!” Tanya yelped as she moved under Elizabeth’s arms. “Mom! Lizzie’s having the baby!”
Beverly came flying around the corner, fluttered her hands in the air and helped Elizabeth up to her room.
“Tanya, quickly, fluff the pillows. Elizabeth, I am going to need you to sit up and spread your legs. That’s it, dearie.”
Elizabeth cried in pain. “It’s coming!” She clenched her fists in the bed sheets, trying hard not to push.
“Tanya, hurry. Get me some clean towels, a scissors and a basin of water. Now, child!”
Tanya flew down the stairs and grabbed the supplies requested by Beverly. She came back up and held on to Elizabeth’s hand. Tanya wiped Elizabeth’s brow and provided her with a glass of water.
“All right, Lizzie, push,” Beverly coaxed. She pushed Elizabeth’s legs further apart when she felt her squeeze them against the pain. “Just a little more, the head’s coming. Okay, relax.”
Elizabeth slammed her head against the pillow for a minute and caught her breath. She closed her eyes and tightened her mouth when she felt another contraction. She pushed until Beverly told her to relax. They repeated this process until Beverly was able to pull the baby out.
“Beautiful work! Wonderfully done, child!”
Beverly took the baby and cleaned it off. She brought it back over to Elizabeth who was slowly regaining a normal breathing pattern.
“He’s a boy. A beautiful, healthy baby boy.”
Elizabeth took him from Beverly’s arms and cradled him close. She ran a finger over his mouth and felt his arms move against her. She looked up at Beverly and silently thanked her for her help.
“William,” she whispered. “Just like his father.”
“That is a splendid name,” Beverly said. “Tanya, help me gather the mess. I think we should let mother and son have some time. We shall be back up in a little while to check on you, dear.”
“Thank you for everything, both of you,” Elizabeth whispered.
She watched her son wriggle. She listened to him coo. She folded him into her arms and kissed his tiny forehead. She couldn’t take her eyes off the precious little Pirate Prince. He was perfect in every way.
PREVIOUS CHAPTERS
Prologue