GLIMPSE OF THE PAST
Chapter Three Author's Note: Once again thanks to Florencia7 for reviewing! I've received a few story favorites and alerts since I started this story which is nice, but a review would be fantastic! Anyways, here is the next part. Enjoy! The white lily in her hand was gripped so tightly the stem had long since been broken. The brownish powder found on its long white petals had blown off, disappearing into the strong winds of the late afternoon. The date was September 18th; it had been exactly one week since Mary had perished that fateful night. Today was the day of her funeral, a small group of people; only those closest to her had attended. Elizabeth stood silently, only half listening to the words of the priest as he spoke about the amazing things Mary had done during her lifetime, the changes to lives of the people that she encountered, and the usual speech about how society will greatly suffer because of her death. There was no mention of any son by the name of Jack or any family that she would be leaving behind besides her nephew. Elizabeth sighed softly to herself, she felt so alone, it seemed as if the world was slowly taking away everyone she got close to, one by one. Her eyes shut gently as she let the memory of her wedding day pass; the day that was supposed to be one of the happiest days of her life had soon turned into a nightmare. Only the devil himself would be able to ruin such an event, and he had done so quite effortlessly at the time. She forced the memory away from her that was all behind her now. William was still alive, alive and well, and in no time at all she would be in his arms once more. He would embrace his new child lovingly and teach him or her wonderful things. Silent tears subconsciously flowed freely down her face, the pain of the loss she had experienced all her life finding its way back to her. A small sob soon escaped until she broke down, unable to hold it all in any longer. “Miss, are you alright?” the deep voice of the priest spoke. He had attended many funerals during his years, watched numerous people cry over the bodies of their loved ones, but this woman looked almost hysterical in spite of the fact she was of no relation. Elizabeth glanced up from behind her blurry wet eyes, her cheeks flushed slightly as she realized that everyone was watching her. As she felt another, stronger wave of sadness hit her she knew she had to escape. “I’m sorry” she rushed as she turned and ran as far as her legs would carry her, away from the funeral and all the worried glances. She didn’t make it that far before she felt a sharp pain in her stomach; clearly running while pregnant was not the best idea. Elizabeth bent over as far as she could, the palms of her hands resting lightly on her thighs as she attempted to regain her breath. The surrounding area was unfamiliar, it appeared that she was in an alleyway, but besides that she had no clue where in the town she was. It was still bright outside so she was able to get a good look at the shop that was located next to the alley. Apparently they sold pies, but from the looks of it outside, it had long since gone out of business. Now cobwebs and dust clouded the windows and tables had been turned upside down. Another sharp pain caused her to clutch her stomach, her head falling back as she continued to regain her normal breathing pattern. Her whole body began to sway and she stumbled backwards, her back colliding with the wall behind her. “I’m no expert but I’m pretty sure you shouldn’t run while you’re pregnant” a familiar male voice spoke up from somewhere close by. Elizabeth opened her eyes at this familiar voice, her eyes scanning the alley until she finally found him. He seemed older, a few inches taller, and he dressed in a different outfit to what she had seen him in last week. A small smile danced on his lips at the comment but didn’t quite meet his lifeless brown eyes. She gave him a small nod, her eyes shutting once more as she winced at the pain. She could tell he was coming closer to her, his footsteps were getting louder every second, but she didn’t care. Her mind was too focused on her child, slightly worried that she may have caused the baby some discomfort. “I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch your name when I last saw you” he said softly, quite close to her, but not close enough to make her think anything of it. “My name is…” he begun only for her to cut him off. “Jack” she interrupted, her eyes opening as her stomach settled, and the pain disappeared. He gave her a confused look, before he remembered that she had called him by his first name when they had first encountered one another. “And your name is....?” he prompted once more. Elizabeth pressed herself off the wall and outstretched one of her fingers pointing it at him menacingly. Her eyes flashed dangerously. “I don’t know what you’re playing at Jack, but I suggest you stop it now” she exclaimed angrily, she was not about to become part of his little joke. Jack stepped back from her bewildered, but Elizabeth only continued, obviously not finished with him yet. “I don’t know if this is your idea of some sick and twisted joke, Sparrow, but if you don’t stop it now, I will hurt you.” She told him furiously, her hormones raging. “I..uh…um…I’m sorry?” he tried, not quite sure what had happened, or what he had done to insult this woman. Elizabeth blinked. Did Jack Sparrow of all people just apologize and sincerely mean it? “I think we have started on the wrong foot,” he begun carefully once more. “I hope I didn’t offend you some how, I never wanted to do that. I just wanted to introduce myself properly, it seemed back then we never quite got the chance.” Elizabeth, unsure and a tad bit curious ignored him. “How old are you?” she inquired instead. Jack looked at her questioningly. “Twenty-Six,” he answered after a moment. She froze, that made no sense whatsoever, at most, this meant he was only a few months older than she was. “You can’t be, last week, you looked only sixteen, seventeen at the most. You can’t be twenty-six.” “What do you mean last week?” he begun. “Miss, I haven’t seen you in quite a long time, my mother died seven years ago.” He informed her, saying the last part quieter than the rest. Elizabeth’s eyes widened as she stared up at him in shock, she was speechless. She opened her mouth to say something, but all that came out was a few unintelligible sounds. “Are you okay?” he asked her slightly concerned; after all she was quite pale now and seemingly unable to speak. “Maybe I should take you home” he continued after a few moments of silence. She nodded her head slightly, her stomach was causing her discomfort once more, and now she was developing a migraine. Her head swarming with unanswered questions that filled her head like a challenging riddle waiting to be solved. Jack moved himself closer to her and wrapped his arm securely around her waist. Without a word passing between the pair, he carefully led her out of the alley, through town, and in the direction of her home.
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