Captain Elizabeth Turner (
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.
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.
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"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."
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"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.
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"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."
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"He is toasting this happy event, and loves it, even if it had failed to put in an appearance at the time of my greetings and salutations, as it were?"
It's possible the sentiment of Will's message got lost in translation.
Time passes. Time full of yelling and demanding and pain, for Elizabeth. She knows instinctively it won't be long, however. Or possibly she has decided to attempt commanding their son into the world and refuses to accept dissent from her crew, as it were.
"Tell him," she gasps, eyes bloodshot and fierce, hair plastered to her forehead. "Tell him I'd kill him if it would do ANY good.
"NO! No, don't say that. Tell him it won't be long." She grabs the nearest person and says through clenched teeth, "It had BETTER not be LONG."
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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."
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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.
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"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."
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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.
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"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.
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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?"
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"Patience, son. It'll happen when it's ready to. Did you give her the silver?"
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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?"
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"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.
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Jack! It's possible he's ruined everything!
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"Thought you knew already!"
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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.
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... 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.
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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!"
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"Good for you. Now toss it here. No, wait!"
Jack eyes Will suspiciously.
"You sure can throw it this far, William?"
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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.
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--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!"
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Will calls after him.
"And tell her I love her!"
"And bring back news!"
"And don't be long!"
"I love her!"
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(A particularly painful stretch of time, for Elizabeth.)
The mother-to-be does get the piece of silver and clutches it in her palm so tightly that the ridges leave marks on her skin. It's her best connection to Will, in that moment. He recently held it in his own hand, so she is not letting go.
And then there is something wonderful to share. Something new to tell the Captain of the Flying Dutchman.
The loud wail of a newborn baby reaches the ears of anyone near the infirmary.
Will is a father.
Elizabeth is a mother.
She tries not to panic about that, and then promptly forgets it was ever a concern when their baby is placed in her arms for the first time.
Hello.
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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.
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"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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