Title: Eliza
Fandom: PotC
Word Count: 163
Character: Weatherby
Written for: umm... The bed prompt at BPS, I think. I wrote this some time ago, but apparently forgot to post it here.



They meant well, his sisters, his peers.

"Elizabeth needs a mother," Reagan would say, and Weatherby couldn't rightly argue she was mistaken, that his daughter wasn't running around wild as a native in the New World where he'd been offered his post.

"A governor needs a wife," said Archibald. It wasn't all he said, of course, but Weatherby wouldn't entertain thoughts of his other reasons why his friend was pushing matrimony.

But just as he couldn't imagine another woman living in Eliza's house, picture someone else asleep in their marriage bed, he couldn't bring himself to remand Elizabeth, even as she slid into tables to the tut-tuts of the guests. He was still relieved she could run at all, having been so stricken with the same illness that felled her mother.

In the end, it was easier to leave behind all reminders of his wife and start anew in Port Royal than it could ever be to find another woman to replace her.