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He hadn’t wanted to. Henry looked quickly toward his mother, the tension built in the way he’d held himself a little too stiffly relaxing almost immediately, offering a visible slack to his shoulders. He still didn’t say it outright, fighting with admitting it out loud, as if voicing the truth would give fear a power he wasn’t quite ready to allow it. Or maybe he was ashamed.
The son of the Pirate King and a man who ferried souls shouldn’t be afraid. The child raised among the pirates in Shipwreck Cove and taught lessons by the infamous Jack Sparrow ( close enough to consider him family, even ), shouldn’t be afraid. He was born of these things, of the great unknown which lay ahead in an endless stretch of ocean brushing up against the line of the horizon. The life of piracy was in his blood. He’d never wanted to be spared the harder side of life which came from being a pirate and living where he’d lived, growing up as he had, he hadn’t been.
Henry forced himself to look at his mother again but, just as quickly, his eyes fell away. “I shouldn’t be afraid.” He said, nearly mumbling it, head still turned away and chin tucked a bit toward his chest. His thick brow dug in together. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”
it was as though an iron fist had encased her heart. the idea that her son should believe that he wasn’t allowed to be afraid, that he thought he might be some sort of disappointment if he admitted to feeling fear, was impossible for her to grasp. had she ever said or done anything to lead him to believe that such a thing would be the case? had she ever scolded him for being afraid? elizabeth couldn’t recall anything that might have instilled such an idea in his head, though it didn’t keep her from fretting about it further.
❛ henry... please believe me when i tell you that there is nothing you could possibly do to disappoint me. look at me. ❜ she reached out for him, fingers gently taking hold of his chin to guide his gaze to hers. it hit her hard, then and there, how much he looked like his father. ❛ you are my son. i am incredibly proud of you, and i will love you until the end of my days. ❜
she let out a quiet sigh, releasing her hold on him. ❛ what on earth would lead you to believe such a thing? have i given you even the slightest reason to suspect that you might disappoint me? ❜
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JACK.
‟ I had to bloody shout at him earlier. Jacob. ” He was sat on his chair, fingers brushing absently against his temple as he watched his wife enter the room, finally glad to have company that wasn’t solely these four walls. Granted, his tone had been no more scolding than when he disciplined one of his own crewmen, but that didn’t stop the pang of guilt. Jack didn’t ever want his children to be angry or upset with him and, in turn, never wanted to be upset at them. ‟ Didn’t want to. But – unsurprisingly perhaps as he was beget by yours truly – he seems to take great pride in winding me up. ”
it wasn’t necessarily the greeting that she had wanted or expected immediately upon returning, but elizabeth took the outburst in stride. admittedly, there was no controlling the slight tilt of one corner of her lips at jack’s frustration, though she did her best to conceal it, briefly turning away from him to set her book aside. ❛ i suppose there’s no need to remind you, then, that our son has inherited the stubbornness of both of his parents. ❜ she offered him a faint smile as she crossed the room, settling herself gently upon his lap. with a soft kiss pressed to his lips, elizabeth rested her forehead lightly against his. ❛ dare i ask what he did to deserve such a scolding? ❜
❝I don’t think they saw us.❞
❛ i would certainly hope not. something tells me they wouldn’t be very pleased with us if they had. i don't think trespassing is generally encouraged. ❜
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WILL.
Do you love him? The question had been on the tip of his tongue for days, on the verge of being spoken and yet, every time, when faced with his own fiancée on board Barbossa’s ship ( which were instances few and far between; she seemed to be keeping her distance ) he swallowed it back down again. Was it too SELFISH of him to ask? For all that he and Elizabeth had been meaning to get married before all of this, a lot had changed since then – and besides, the man in question was dead. They may still yet rescue Jack Sparrow from Davy Jones’ Locker, but Elizabeth had taken his self-sacrifice harder than anyone else. Surely it would be cruel of him to dredge all of that up while they were otherwise preoccupied with saving him.
Still, he knew that he needed something to get conversation flowing between them; in a matter of weeks it was as though a WALL had come up between them, silent, steadfast and utterly unbreakable.
‟ Do you think what Tia Dalma says is true? Do you really think Singapore holds the key to bringing him back? ”
i’m not sorry.
the sentence had run through her head more times than she could count, her own voice echoing within the depths of her mind. it was often accompanied with the accusations that jack had not voiced, but that her own conscience provided: he’s gone because of you. his blood is on your hands. no one will forgive you for it. what had been done for the good of everyone involved now ate away at her, the guilt threatening to swallow her whole with each passing day. it was a terribly heavy burden to bear, one that she refused to share with anyone else, both for their benefits and her own. in truth, some part of her feared their reaction, feared what they would say or how they would behave if they discovered the truth.
and no one’s reaction concerned her more than will’s. each day that had passed following jack’s death had expanded the chasm between herself and will, making even the most general of conversations difficult to endure. elizabeth had done all she could to avoid being alone with him, a decision that undoubtedly only made things worse. it tore away at her to do so, to feel as though the wall between them was one of her own making, but being unable to fix it.
❛ i don’t know, ❜ she responded quietly, gaze focused on anything but him. i hope so. elizabeth didn’t vocalize that thought, knowing that it would only make matters worse. ❛ although i certainly have no reason to doubt her. ❜ she took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, eyebrows rising just slightly. ❛ in any case, i suppose it’s our only chance. ❜
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she did not belong to the rain; the rain belonged to HER
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