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Just another one shot. Enjoy.

It was all very white up there. White but very nice as well. You felt weightless and safe and pure. Weatherby Swann was sorry to have left the world of the living so quickly but at least he got to see his Elizabeth one last time. She would do fine; he was very sure of that. Elizabeth definitely took after her mother when she was alive.

"I wonder if I'll see her soon?" he thought to himself.

"Excuse me but could you please tell me where I am?" a voice asked behind him.

He turned to find a man who looked to be a few years younger than him with a confused expression on his face. "Why, you're in heaven good man. At least I think that's where we are."

"Heaven? You mean I actually made it here," the man said with a smile on his face.

"Yes; you didn't think you would?"

"After the life I've lived mate I thought I'd never make it to the great beyond. Name's Bill by the way; Bill Turner," he said extending a hand.

"Bill Turner?"

"Thas right, and who might you be?"

"I am Weatherby Swann."

"Swann as in Elizabeth Swann. The one engaged to my son."

"Yes, that's her."

"It's an honor and a privilege."

They smiled at each other as they shook hands. "Unfortunate of course that we must meet under these circumstances," Weatherby said.

"Aye," Bill responded nodding his head.

Neither man really knew what to say to the other being from such different backgrounds.

"Our children are alone now."

"Aye, but at least they've got each other."

"Yes, Will's going to take very good care of her. Of that I am sure."

Bill nodded though there was something nagging the back of his head. "Can I ask you a question?"

"But of course. After all; we are fathers-in-law."

"Right. My son; what was he like growing up?"

Weatherby smiled a moment before frowning as he thought. "He was, and still is, a very noble, smart and gifted boy. How much do you actually know about him?"

"Not much I'm afraid. I had no way to contact him therefore I believed him to be..." He trailed off because he didn't know what to say to end that phrase.

"In the years that I've known William Turner, he was always a bit shy about things. Never spoke unless spoken to. Also, as he grew older he also began to have feelings for my daughter. I will admit that I was never quite sure I had faith in the boy. As time grew though so did my notice of who he is. He is a fine man and I am proud to have allowed myself to know of his honor."

Bill smiled. "Thank you for telling me. From what William told me of your daughter, she seems like a wonderful lass."

"What exactly did he tell you?"

"I believe his words were: the most wonderful, spitfire, honest, kind woman he's ever had the pleasure of knowing."

Both men smiled at that and the innocence of their children. Honestly, where had the time gone?

"It seems like only yesterday they were running around outside," Bill said.

"Or immersing themselves in a good book," Weatherby added.

"Our children; all grown up and fighting for what they believe in."

There was no doubt about it; they were proud of them. The only thing they really were upset about was that they'd never see them again. Never see the grandchildren they'd have and the lives they'd lead.

"Shall we," Weatherby said with a heavy sigh, motioning to the golden gates before them.

Bill nodded. The two men walked forward, side by side as a bright flash of light erupted. Once it faded, they were gone.

Again, something that was on my mind. Hope you liked it.