GLIMPSE OF THE PAST
Chapter Four Author's Note: Thank you, thank you so much once again to Florencia7 for reviewing. Also I would like to thank Crystalyna du Starrvan and Alice for reviewing the last chapter! Here is the next installment, there is a lot more dialog in this chapter and it was quite challenging to write. As Jack hasn't yet taken to piracy his English for the most part is pretty good so there are no words like "aye," "ye" or any other form of piratey lingo. Please review! Enjoy! The small fire they had burned not twenty minutes ago blazed with a warm orange color. Each nursing a warm cup of tea they stared into the flickering flames, uncertain of what to say or what to discuss. At first the silence was comfortable, nothing more than two people enjoying the warmth of the fire on a cold September evening. However the comfortable atmosphere had some how vanished and Elizabeth felt uncomfortable being alone with him. “So, tell me how it happened” Jack finally spoke, his cool crisp voice breaking through the silence. Elizabeth looked up from where her eyes had become fixed on the burning logs to the eyebrows of the man next to her, not quite able to meet those familiar eyes. “How what happened?” she asked genuinely confused. “How you ended up on this island, you certainly don’t seem like you were born and raised here” he replied, analyzing her. There was something about her, something interesting, something different that made her stand out, something that filled him with curiosity. “Oh, um my husband left me here” she answered gripping her mug tighter enjoying the burning heat it provided her hands. Jack blinked; he hadn’t expected that answer, in fact he wasn’t even quite sure what he expected in response. “He left you? Here? Why?” he questioned, leaning forward from his chair. Subconsciously she too leaned forward closer to him, she could feel his hot breath brush gently against her skin, and she shivered slightly. “Because he’s only allowed to see me once every ten years,” she responded as if the answer was obvious. To her response he chucked softly before taking a long sip of his tea. “Right…and why is that?” “He’s the Captain of the Flying Dutchman” Jack froze, her reply had once again caught him off guard, and without realizing he was standing, his cup placed on the table in front of him, his eyes locked on the door. “I should go,” he whispered as he took a step forward. “NO!” Elizabeth exclaimed shocking both of them, her hand reaching out to grab his wrist. She didn’t know why but she wanted him to stay, she barely knew him, yet his familiar face comforted her. “Don’t leave” she whispered the last part, still unsure of herself. He turned to her, not pulling his wrist free from her grip, his eyes unlocking themselves from the front door and instead meeting with hers. “Why?” “I don’t know” Elizabeth replied truthfully, gently releasing her grip on his wrist, only for him to reach out and take her wrist instead. “When did you say my mother died?” he asked, his brown eyes boring into hers as he turned his body towards her. “Last week, remember? You where there with me” Jack shook his head in response. “No, that was seven years ago” “It couldn’t have been, if it was seven years ago I wouldn’t still be pregnant” Even though he knew her to be correct, his eyes still needed confirmation and moved from her eyes down her body until they rested on her bulging stomach. Shocked he let go of her wrist and took a step back. “That can’t be right, she died seven years ago, I know it, you must have gotten pregnant again” “I didn’t, I can account for the past seven days, I met with various people, if you don’t believe me you can ask them for proof” she told him, just as confused as he was. “That doesn’t make any sense, I can account for the past seven years as well, every year I placed flowers on my mother’s grave stone, I spent the past few years away at sea and just returned a few minutes before I ran into you in the alleyway.” “No Jack, that didn’t happen, it couldn’t have” “Yes it did, don’t you dare try and convince me otherwise. Look at me! I’ve aged haven’t I, aren’t I different to the last time you saw me?! You said it yourself, last time you saw me I couldn’t have been older than sixteen or seventeen” “I…..don’t….know..” she stuttered, bewildered, upset and exhausted. Without warning tears started to cascade down her face catching them both off guard for a second time that evening. It took Jack only a few seconds to notice and he wasted no time in reaching into his pockets and withdrawing a clean handkerchief and wiping away her tears. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, it’s just you’re not making any sense” he apologized. She nodded in understanding, wishing that the tears would cease falling, unfortunately the hormones raging inside of her refused to grant her wish. It seemed almost as if everything wrong in her life was hitting her at once, Will becoming the Captain of the Dutchman, the long years apart, the pregnancy, Mary’s death, feeling so alone in the world. Elizabeth hadn’t realized she had started sobbing until Jack had lifted her up from the chair, sat down in her place and pulled her onto his lap, holding her tightly in his warm embrace. Naturally her body moved as close to him as her swollen stomach would allow and buried her face in his chest, sobbing away her pain. Helpless, Jack could do nothing more than hold his new friend and whisper words of comfort softly into her ear.
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