Disclaimer: Nothing's mine, back off.

A/N: I'm not sure how I felt about the ending, so I made this up. Even if it's not true, it's what they deserve.

She planned it well. She saw that their sweet boy, now grown up, now a father, was safe. He took after his own father, a blacksmith. She made sure that their son would be alright. And then, she left. A small dingy, the middle of the night. It was near her time, she knew. Soon, so soon.

A visit every ten years. Calypso was mad, she had decided this long ago. So long ago, when she was young, when she would wrap herself around her growing stomach. When she would whisper the story of her baby's father to her belly, soothing her own fears and sadness. Once every ten years. Yes, spirits are important, but love, that trumps everything. Once every year, every month, every day. It still would not be enough.

Soon.

She met good weather, watched the sunrises and sunsets in clear skies. Never a flash of green, though her old eyes may have deceived her. Though mad, Calypso knew what she was doing. She waited for almost two days, sometimes sitting, sometimes laying. Finally, she felt the pull. It was time. With her last bit of strength, she pushed herself over. Lost at sea. She couldn't have planned it better.

So soon.

She was light as air, floating. She almost laughed about it. She wanted to dive, to swim, to frolic in the warm waters. But ever patient (ten years could do that to you), she waited. Soon, a familiar shape appeared. Out of the water, onto the boat, suddenly heavy. Suddenly young. She smiled, but was met with serious faces.

"You have a debt to pay, Elizabeth Turner." A familiar voice called out. She smirked.

"If we are going to start this, then I must tell you it is you who has the debt." She responded, turning to face him. He smiled back, and pulled her to him.

"Are you sure that you want this? A lifetime?" he whispered in her ear.

"With no one else." She said. "No one but you." He picked her up and spun her. She did laugh, the energy of her youth returned. The crew returned to work, but they stayed there, embracing. A lifetime.

Not soon enough.