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Captain Elizabeth Turner ([personal profile] try_corsets) wrote2012-04-26 09:17 pm

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[OOC: A suitable amount of time after this.]

The decision is not final yet, not without Will's consent, even though they had discussed the name at length, but Elizabeth begins calling her son Will as soon as he arrives, wailing and kicking like he means to take on all the stormy waters of the world and live to tell the tale.

Will, Jr. is loud, irate, demanding some moments; quiet and almost thoughtful others. Elizabeth couldn't be more proud. Or more anxious to introduce him to his father. There's no telling how long the Dutchman will be able to stay, and once she starts wandering closer and closer to the door to check and see, Guppy and Demeter begin to teach her in earnest what to do with a newborn.

Eventually she is declared well enough for the short trip, and so is little Will. Without another word, Elizabeth scoops up her son -- it is only just beginning to be a thing that doesn't feel unnatural, or an ill fit for her -- and makes for the pirate ship in the lake.

It's morning. She hadn't realized that when she stepped out. The mist is beginning to burn off. Whispering to Will Jr., she tucks his blanket a little closer to his tiny chin. Quick glances spaced between a study of any possible obstacles on the ground give way to a hopeful, searching look in her eyes as she starts to make out details on the Dutchman's hull. Any minute now, she will see what she always longs to see whenever she turns a weather eye on the horizon: her husband, looking out for her.
turned_captain: (I wanna kiss 'liz now please?)

[personal profile] turned_captain 2012-05-03 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
He wasn't planning to drop him!

"My hands are rough..." he starts, almost apologetically to both Elizabeth and young Will, but he soon stops all protestations.

Because there is a baby in his arms, tiny little head resting in the nook of his elbow, tiny little feet only just reaching the palm of his hand.

And when he touches one of those tiny little hands in wonder, tiny little fingers curl tightly around the rough sailor's finger he was so worried about, and tiny brown eyes look myopically up at him, so much like Elizabeth.

(If Elizabeth couldn't see further than her own nose.)

And everything melts away.

Will smiles.

He's a father.
turned_captain: (jack likes my hat!)

[personal profile] turned_captain 2012-05-07 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"He has his mother's eyes," Will says softly, raising the child up so those eyes get closer to his own.

"Hello, Will."
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[personal profile] turned_captain 2012-05-07 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
He doesn't know the answer to this - he's not a doctor.

But he moves his hand - with tiny baby fingers wrapped to tightly around one finger - to young Will's chest, frowning thoughtfully.

"He has a strong heartbeat," he says. It had been a nagging wonder - he was conceived by a man with no heart, after all. "Aren't babies always small?"
turned_captain: (listening to what you say)

[personal profile] turned_captain 2012-05-07 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Will smiles, one of those quiet smiles of confidence that he's been showing more and more recently.

"Our son? Your son? He'll be safe anywhere."

Beat.

"And if anyone threatens him, you send that pirate to me."
turned_captain: (jack likes my hat!)

[personal profile] turned_captain 2012-05-07 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can't say I completely approve of that," he says cheerfully. "But when it comes to Will, you be as ruthless as you can."

And that's very ruthless indeed.
turned_captain: (please don't eat me)

[personal profile] turned_captain 2012-05-08 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Will finally looks up from his son, brow furrowing in worry.

"Is there a right answer to that?"
turned_captain: (I'm thinking of something romantic)

[personal profile] turned_captain 2012-05-09 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
"I know you will," he says, looking back down as if worried young Will might have changes in the second she's been looking away.

"No one could keep him safer."
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[personal profile] turned_captain 2012-05-13 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
"You do?"

Will plays a minor game of tug with his son, testing tiny grips and tiny arm muscles.

"Who?"
turned_captain: (oh bugger)

[personal profile] turned_captain 2012-05-17 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
She did most of the making. Will's input was - well, minimal.

but he's still as proud as any parent, and extends his little finger to brush against Elizabeth's hand. Hello.







"Am I better off not knowing?"
turned_captain: (kissing elizabeth hooray!)

[personal profile] turned_captain 2012-05-21 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
Will drops his son's hand in order to cup the back of Elizabeth's head and kiss her, hard and passionately.

His other hand has a baby, but that's OK.



"The ninja?"
turned_captain: (kissing elizabeth hooray!)

[personal profile] turned_captain 2012-05-22 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm sure he is."

Will pulls back a tiny bit, reluctantly, bringing her lower lip at least part of the way, before he looks down at his son, whose breath is becoming steady, his eyes closing.

"How long can you stay?"

Can it be forever?