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Aye, There's the Rum
By Obfusc8er
Pairing: Canon-type W/E. This fic is, sadly, Jackless.
Rating: R for adult themes
Summary: Three events, one life. No fluff. Elizabeth-centric.

Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean and its characters belong to
Ted Elliot, Terry Rossio, and Disney, in no particular order. Imitation is
the sincerest form of fandom, or something like that.

Note: Thanks to agtmacgyver for reading and commenting even
though Jack didn't bother showing up in time for the story. The
jerk!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Elizabeth held onto him, desperate, all else fading around her. Her
nails dug into his shoulder, her body pressed against his. He tried
to calm her, but the expression died in his throat. His breathing
became shallow, breaking into erratic gasps, just as her own. There
was nothing to be said; they were both voyaging into unfamiliar
waters.

Hot tears rolled down her cheeks. The nakedness of her emotion
surprised her, but it could not be suppressed. She tickled his ear
with whispered words of love and longing, feeling her heart trip
over the implications. Her eyes searched his, finding an intensity
there she'd never before known. Finally, his body stiffened, then
fell limp. His eyelids fluttered as he gave into his passion.

The rain washed away her tears as she clung onto Will's cold,
lifeless hand.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She groaned as another wave of spasms rocked her body. Elizabeth
lay back for a moment, exhausted. Once she caught her breath, she
leaned forward, cradling the yielding, pale figure in her arms. She
drew him to her breast. His mouth was eager, his tongue warm and
soft.

She smiled, glancing down to where they were still connected--life
passing through a single bond. Blood stained the ground beneath
her. But this was everything she wanted. Everything she'd
dreamed. A new life.

But tomorrow her lover would be gone, and she would face this
new life alone.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A stranger's rough hands fumbled with her clothes, pushing the
layers out of his way. Elizabeth couldn't move, couldn't breathe as
he moved between her thighs. Time came to her in flashes between
the bouts of searing pain: cold, unfeeling eyes studying her
intently; a crooked smile on his face as he shushed her; her own
screams echoing in her ears; the nauseating smell of blood.

Thoughts of Will penetrated her mind. She needed him now more
than ever...looked for him to walk through the door at any
moment. But such thoughts were only a distraction, so she swept
them away. Sweat stung her eyes, blurring her vision. With each
moment she grew weaker. Blood was everywhere. Her blood. She
shuddered and collapsed as the pain reached its peak. Cries filled
the air. Finally, finally...it was done.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Turner. You've a healthy baby boy."