The remaining term of Ileen's pregnancy had been somewhat uneventful by all account's. The bigger she had gotten, the more wonder and excitement seemed to float not only through the families but also the crews as a whole.
The bulge at her belly, resembled a well placed cannon ball and she looked rather humorous, as she was ALL baby. It was possible to see the little one moving when she was standing up and she earned many a guffaws, as her face would twist from the discomfort of a little elbow or a foot giving her a swift kick in the rib's.
Jack, during this time was endearing and comical all at the same time. It was often he walked with her, not allowing her to get too far out of sight, but he also blinked and tilted his head curiously as he would watch the bairn shifting beneath the skin of her stomach.
The way she walked was no longer a sashaying swagger, no it now resembled a duck walk and it was often, that she would get -quacked- at by Jack, when she meandered by. He earned the Wench Glare ten times over, not to mention the usual spar of word's between them. It was a short lived thing from the knave on teasing her about it, and shot a look to any that happened to do so in his presence.
It was in the middle of the night, they had been at the cabin now for week's. At least Ileen had been. Jack came and went, more times there, than not. But, it was in the middle of the night nonetheless, she was unable to sleep and had gotten up to walk the charlie horses out of her calves.
Ileen didn't make it far when she screamed and sobbed. "WAKE THE HELL UP, JACK!" Her nightdress hiked up around her hips, there was a puddle of water and blood at her feet. "JACK!"
Jack did wake up, with a start and a loaded flintlock in his hand pointing this way and that, before it was tossed on the nightstand and he scrambled to reach Ileen.
To make a ridiculously long story, short....
The child was born....
A little lass......
She was rightfully named, Jaclyn Bridget McGowan-Morgan, born October 01.
The bulge at her belly, resembled a well placed cannon ball and she looked rather humorous, as she was ALL baby. It was possible to see the little one moving when she was standing up and she earned many a guffaws, as her face would twist from the discomfort of a little elbow or a foot giving her a swift kick in the rib's.
Jack, during this time was endearing and comical all at the same time. It was often he walked with her, not allowing her to get too far out of sight, but he also blinked and tilted his head curiously as he would watch the bairn shifting beneath the skin of her stomach.
The way she walked was no longer a sashaying swagger, no it now resembled a duck walk and it was often, that she would get -quacked- at by Jack, when she meandered by. He earned the Wench Glare ten times over, not to mention the usual spar of word's between them. It was a short lived thing from the knave on teasing her about it, and shot a look to any that happened to do so in his presence.
It was in the middle of the night, they had been at the cabin now for week's. At least Ileen had been. Jack came and went, more times there, than not. But, it was in the middle of the night nonetheless, she was unable to sleep and had gotten up to walk the charlie horses out of her calves.
Ileen didn't make it far when she screamed and sobbed. "WAKE THE HELL UP, JACK!" Her nightdress hiked up around her hips, there was a puddle of water and blood at her feet. "JACK!"
Jack did wake up, with a start and a loaded flintlock in his hand pointing this way and that, before it was tossed on the nightstand and he scrambled to reach Ileen.
To make a ridiculously long story, short....
The child was born....
A little lass......
She was rightfully named, Jaclyn Bridget McGowan-Morgan, born October 01.