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Captain Elizabeth Turner ([personal profile] try_corsets) wrote2010-07-14 09:18 pm

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Deep down, Elizabeth has known her time was very near. She isn't entirely certain how she has known, but she has. The thought has been drifting through her mind like a lazily meandering piece of driftwood, buoyant but easily pushed aside time and again, left there until she has the desire and fortitude to reel it back and firmly acknowledge the truth in it. For days Elizabeth has existed in a state of semi-awareness, barking orders and making plans, absently noting changes, all at the same time.

Because she's Captain Elizabeth Turner, Pirate King, and she has a position she is determined to maintain.

Somehow.

When the first pain hits, she thinks, Yes, there it is, and stares at her face in her small, cracked looking glass; so different now than the face she'd seen reflected back at her in Port Royal. Better, she thinks. Lived in. The corner of her mouth curves up, and the full lips in the mirror do the same. The scarlet sash today, she decides with a decisive nod, gingerly getting dressed as she had the day before, and the day before that.

Tai Huang eyes her half an hour later, as he is giving a report. Elizabeth slowly, carefully unclenches her fingers from the starboard rail. "The wind is shifting. Starboard tack." As she moves away she does her best to walk straight and tall, not waddle.

Everyone on board knows where to find the Captain at sunrise (keep a weather eye on the horizon), though she's rarely bothered these days. Still, when she gasps aloud and unbends her stiff shoulders to curl in, to try and stop it, two of the men Tai Huang and Gibbs like to keep in their sights guffaw from the main deck. Straightening takes no small effort of will, but she does it; and as she does, she sets her mouth in a thin line and decides, finally, that it's time to find Gibbs. Ready or not, the baby has had enough of waiting.
pirate_jack: (alarmed)

[personal profile] pirate_jack 2012-03-21 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
He gesticulates wildly with both hands, as if trying to shush the other man.

"Patience, son. These things take time, savvy?"

Jack sways with the force of his handwaving, nearly overbalances, then collects himself and recalls his errand.

"Now. Happens as I've a message for you, by way of Jim. Says I'm to say the lady sends her regards, and all's well at present."
turned_captain: (I'm thinking of something romantic)

[personal profile] turned_captain 2012-03-22 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Will was still leaning against the ship's railings like a small boy with a stuffed bear racing sticks under the bridge. Now, he relaxes his arms enough to lower his feet to the deck.

"That's not news, Jack!" he calls, in defiance of it being exactly what he needed to hear. "Tell her I'm here. Tell her - them her I love her - them. Both of them!"

Beat.

"Tell someone else to tell her that."

He doesn't want Jack in a room with his wife while she's in that situation.
pirate_jack: (I know something you don't know)

[personal profile] pirate_jack 2012-03-27 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
He rolls his eyes.

"He's as bad as Adam was."

Jack flashes Will a bright grin, showing all his teeth, and gives him a sardonic bow.

"Anything else, Captain Turner?"

He doesn't wait for an answer.

"No? Then I'll be on my way."

Jack spins on his heel and begins his sashaying way back towards the bar, tossing over his shoulder as he goes,

"I'll bring you a spot of rum with the next bit of news, William. Never fear."
pirate_jack: (hands spread and smiling)

[personal profile] pirate_jack 2012-03-29 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
He'd been listening to the shouts and screamed commands from safely outside the room, as despite William's request there's no way in heaven, hell, or in between that Jack Sparrow has any intention of allowing himself to be dragged into that sort of madness.

When the next message for relay is passed out to him, he mutters under his breath and heads straight for Bar.

"It's for the lad, William Turner," he explains, gingerly patting the wood. "Not for me this time, luv. His wife's after having their little one -- you'll remember how that goes -- "

Jack glances toward a particular wooden globe, and grins a little as the bottle of rum appears.

It's a particularly large one.

"Ah. I'll tell him you've wished them well, aye?"






When Jack returns to the shoreline, he's carrying a gallon jug of rum crooked in his arm as other men in another time and place might carry moonshine, and whistling tunelessly.

"Seems your patience won't be tried much longer!" he calls out, cheerfully. "Lizzie sends her regards -- or something of the sort -- and says it won't be long."
turned_captain: (OK I don't like swimming that much)

[personal profile] turned_captain 2012-03-29 12:01 pm (UTC)(link)
He brought rum.

He stopped to get rum.

"Jack! Is she still healthy? Are they both still healthy? Is it supposed to be this quick? Why did you bring rum?"

Will leans over the prow of the boat again, tilting himself towards Jack like it will make the process in the bar quicker or safer. The leaning is so great that at one point his hands slip and he tumbles forward, grabbing flailing wildly in his attempt to stay board.

pirate_jack: (in the green)

[personal profile] pirate_jack 2012-03-30 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
Jack stares at him in surprise.

"Brought the rum 'cause I said I would," he points out. "Bar wishes you both well, by the by."

He raises the jug up over his head and shakes it enticingly at William.

"Throw me a line, and I'll tie on and send it over to you, aye?"

Almost as an afterthought, he adds,

"Don't worry about dear Lizzie. No one who yells that loud's anything but healthy."
turned_captain: (oh bugger)

[personal profile] turned_captain 2012-03-30 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)
But.
But he doesn't want rum.

He stares at Jack for a few seconds, daring his old - for want of a better word - friend, in the vain hope that he might become more useful.

When it doesn't happen, he resignedly turns to pick up a rope to throw to him.

"She's yelling? In pain?"

Women in childbirth yell a lot. It's probably in pain.
Here endeth what Will knows about childbirth.
pirate_jack: (bargaining)

[personal profile] pirate_jack 2012-04-13 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Bloody loud is all I know," he mutters, then raises his voice.

"Not to worry, William. She's got all manner of folk looking out for her in there."

Just don't ask him to be one of them.
turned_captain: (OK I don't like swimming that much)

[personal profile] turned_captain 2012-04-13 10:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Who?"

It comes out automatically. Who could be with her that could help in this? Who could be with her who is good enough to help his wife with this?

Will pulls the bottle on board and discovers that actually, yes, he did want rum.

"Are they helping? What are they doing? Is it here yet? Why is it taking so long?"
pirate_jack: (jack and the blue sky)

[personal profile] pirate_jack 2012-04-16 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Jim, for one," Jack reminds him, dryly.

"Patience, son. It'll happen when it's ready to. Did you give her the silver?"
turned_captain: (OK I don't like swimming that much)

[personal profile] turned_captain 2012-04-22 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Will freezes, jug still held up and upturned into his mouth as he stares at Jack.

As a dramatic moment it would be better if there wasn't free-flowing rum involved, because it continues to pour despite the situational melodrama and he breaks off in a fit of coughing, choking, and spilling rum.

"What silver?"
pirate_jack: (are you sure you want to do that?)

[personal profile] pirate_jack 2012-04-24 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
"The silver coin what the father's supposed to be providing," Jack informs him.

"Goes with the rum into the water what they're s'posed to wash the new babe with, savvy? 'S all part of the protection ritual."

He appears to be absolutely serious.
turned_captain: (stop being crazy please)

[personal profile] turned_captain 2012-04-24 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Why didn't you tell me about this?"

Jack! It's possible he's ruined everything!
pirate_jack: (alarmed)

[personal profile] pirate_jack 2012-04-24 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Not my fault!" he yelps, affronted.

"Thought you knew already!"
turned_captain: (a ship of my very own)

[personal profile] turned_captain 2012-04-24 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
"No! I did not know!"

Jack, he feels, is entirely to blame for this. Maybe his father as well.

He scowls at Jack for a second, then points viciously across the bay.

"Don't! Go anywhere!"

And he rushes back onto his ship.
pirate_jack: (him precious pearl - looking up)

[personal profile] pirate_jack 2012-04-24 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Where would I bloody go?"

... probably best that he doesn't think too hard about that.

Not that William's there to answer him, anyway. Jack kicks the sand in front of him, and glares sulkily at the ship.
turned_captain: (Nozza makes me laugh)

[personal profile] turned_captain 2012-04-24 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Will rushes right into his cabin, and proceeds in the familiar panic of someone who knows he had some money somewhere around here.

Trousers and shirts go flying. The organ protests with a mighty clang!. A tea set falls to the floor, saved only by the bachelor's pile of clothes, which nevertheless suffer from the stain of tea.

He finds brass, pewter, lead, and gold that he never knew he had.

It's a good five minutes until he comes rushing out onto the deck and towards the stern, brandishing a silver crown high above his head.

"I found one!"
pirate_jack: (negotiating)

[personal profile] pirate_jack 2012-05-01 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
He brightens.

"Good for you. Now toss it here. No, wait!"

Jack eyes Will suspiciously.

"You sure can throw it this far, William?"
turned_captain: (stop being crazy please)

[personal profile] turned_captain 2012-05-01 02:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Will waits when he's told to, beginning to look panicked again.

Then rolls his eyes.

"Jack," he reprimands his acquaintance. "Pirate.

"I just hope you can catch it."

The coin traces a long, elegant arc towards the pirate on the shore.
pirate_jack: (hands spread and smiling)

[personal profile] pirate_jack 2012-05-11 05:07 am (UTC)(link)



--TING--

Silver strikes against the bright gold of the purple-stoned ring on his finger as Jack snatches the coin from the air. He walks it over his knuckles, then flashes William a wicked grin and gives him a mocking little bow.

"Well done."

He turns back to the bar and saunters off toward it, calling back over his shoulder,

"I'll be sure to let the lass know you sent it in good time!"
turned_captain: (the answer's in the middle distance)

[personal profile] turned_captain 2012-05-11 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just make sure she's OK!"

Will calls after him.

"And tell her I love her!"



"And bring back news!"


"And don't be long!"


"I love her!"
wheatencrown: (mucha demeter)

[personal profile] wheatencrown 2012-05-19 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Demeter is close by and beaming at Elizabeth, who looks happy and comfortable.

She comes close enough to kiss both mother and child, leaving a blessing upon them to flourish and grow.

Then she moves back into the background until she might be needed again.
pirate_jack: (hands spread and smiling)

[personal profile] pirate_jack 2012-05-21 02:48 pm (UTC)(link)
He waits until it's all finished, just to be absolutely certain, then makes his swaying way back down to the shore. Jack cups his hands around his face, in order for his shout to be heard with perfect clarity, and bellows to the Dutchman's captain:

"Congratulations, William."

Jack's grin is real, and lacks any sign of madcap mischief.

"All's well. You've a fine son."

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