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Surprise. This is a Christmas fic written by myself and willabeth0906. It was her idea and she asked me to help write and post it. I'm going to be doing Elizabeth's part while she does Will's. It alternates between chapters and there will be some joint chapters as well but I'm going to be posting them all. We hope you enjoy it.
Knocking on the front door, Jack Sparrow didn't expect to hear what he did. Was that a baby crying?
"It's alright sweetheart. Please, don't cry."
The door flew open and there stood Elizabeth Turner with a baby in one hand and a sword in the other.
"Ello love, mind putting the weapon down."
"Jack," she said stepping aside and allowing him to walk in.
Jack went right to the kitchen table and took a seat, pulling out a bottle of rum in the process.
"What're you doing here?" she asked taking a seat near to him.
Jack sniffed the bottle to make sure it was indeed rum. "Can't a man visit his friend around the holidays? Even though said friend killed him at one time."
To Elizabeth's eye roll, Jack chuckled.
"Only kidding love. Happy early Christmas. To both of you I suppose," he said looking to the tiny babe in her arms. "Am I to assume that this might be the product of a certain day on the beach?"
"This is William Jack Turner III," Elizabeth said looking down to their one month old boy.
"Jack?"
"For the man who brought us together of course."
The baby began to get fussy so it was time for the baby to feed.
"Love," Jack said looking away, "I don't think William will be happy with you for allowing me to have a show while he's not around."
"Jack, I know you're more than likely not here for a social call."
"Like I said, can't a man visit around the holidays?"
Elizabeth sighed as she gently caressed her son's cheek.
"You miss him, don't you love?" Jack said breaking her out of her reverie.
"With every passing day. Jack?"
"Aye?"
Elizabeth sighed and continued to look down. "Never mind." She rocked back and forth and her son gently fell asleep. "I'm going to put him into his cradle."
Elizabeth left the room and placed a kiss upon his forehead. When she came back, it was to find Jack sipping out of his rum bottle before quickly hiding it as he was close to an open flame.
"It's almost December 25th," she said walking over to the window. A tear fell down her cheek and she wiped it away. "My first Christmas with a husband and Will can't even spend the holiday with us. Everyday Jack; every day I feel my heart break in two because he can't experience this. He doesn't know Jack and there's no way I can physically reach him."
Jack rose from his seat and, ever so carefully, pulled her into a hug and allowed her to cry on his shoulder for a few minutes. When he let go, Jack gave her one of those grins that she could never hope to understand and wiped a tear from her face himself.
"What're you planning?" she asked.
"Nothing. Have a Happy Christmas Elizabeth. Tell your son the same. I have to get back to the ship then."
Leaving her in a confused wake, Jack walked out into the night with a big grin on his face.
When Jack got back to the Pearl (yes, he stole it back from Barbossa who he left marooned somewhere), Gibbs was waiting for him. Seeing the grin on Jack's face, he walked over.
"I take it things are alright at the Turner household then?"
"In a way, yes. In another, no. Mr. Gibbs, I have need to summon a goddess. Someone needs a Christmas wish to come true."
Curse be damned. Thanks for reading. The next chapter will be up around Sunday or so.