A/N: I was reminiscing on some things, ended up becoming depressed, then I wrote this.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean.
He crept through the moon bathed graveyard. His face was mostly hidden by the darkness, only his eyes shown. One look at them and you could tell that something was wrong. He walked on, farther and farther through the labyrinth of gravestones, searching for her's. He had to see it for himself. This couldn't have happened. Not to her. He was reaching the end of the dark abyss. Then he saw it:
Captain Elizabeth Swann
June 15, 1632 – October 13, 1657
There will come a time when you have a chance to show it... to do the right thing
Below that read something else:
Jack Nicholas Sparrow Jr.
October 13, 1657- October 13, 1657
Curiosity
He pulled out his pistol and held it to his head. If they couldn't be reunited in life, they will be in death.
