Will has been gone for ten years captaining the Dutchman. Now that he can return home, Elizabeth eagerly awaits his arrival. AU: William III does not exist. I know the movie says he only gets one day on land but i prefer it this way.

Ten years. Three thousand, six hundred, and fifty days too long. The last ten years were a foggy blur, the only human contact I had come across was a few occasions where shipwrecked survivors had found my island in need of help, or pirates searching for the Dead Man's Chest, leaving me to wonder what kinds of trouble Will has found himself in over the last decade that anyone would have it out for him.

Despite the lack of human interaction, I had found myself quite comfortable on the island. After the adventures I had with Jack, a very, very long rest was in order. I had built myself a decent camp and I was getting by.

But today marked ten years. Any day now I would see Will, I knew he was getting closer. I could feel it. I just had to wait until sunset, which was in just a few minutes. It is going to be well worth the wait. He was coming home. We had no idea what to do next, although I'm sure his opinions had changed after this time. Since Will is now Davy Jones, he had to spend ten years at sea. If the captain of the Dutchman is in love and his love stays faithful after ten years he can return to land.

I had remained faithful, more in love with him than before. Something I had never dreamed could happen. But here we are with my heart pounding as I watch the sun fall below the horizon, and there was a flash of green. He was here.

"Will!"

I ran down from the hill, screaming his name. I had been watching the horizon and sunset at for the last ten years from this point. The crew and him would be spending the evening here, and we would all be off in the morning for wherever we had planned. But none of that matters right now.

I watched eagerly as a familiar figure rowed away from the ship and towards me on a small boat. It was him. I hoped he was as ecstatic as I was.

The short trip he had to make ended with him just metres away, not even being on land for more than a few seconds before I fell into his arms, knocking both of us to the ground. Unsure if the sounds coming from us were cries or laughter.

"You waited for me." Will smiled, as he helped me up from the ground.

Before I could respond, he pulled me in for a long awaited kiss. You never truly understand the phrase "time froze" until you witness it, because however long that lasted, we really were in that moment for what seemed like an eternity in the best way possible.

Eventually, I pulled away. "What the hell have you been doing?"

"It's been eventful. Can I leave it at that?" He responded, obviously knowing people had been on a hunt for the chest.

"For now. But you have no idea how many people have it out for you!"

"Oh, I think I have an idea." Will smirked,

He followed me over to the cliff where we overlooked what was left of daylight and we sat down. The sky was now a deep shade of orange. I'd like to say brown, but that would never describe the remainder of sunlight being cast over the sky.

As soon as the sky was dark, we lay in the grass. Simply taking in one anothers presense.

"You've seen Jack, right?" Will turned to me, a look of concern and humour crossed his face.

"No, I'd assume he would be somewhere with Gibbs. Or Barbossa. Most likely in trouble, definitely alive though." I smiled at him. Jack always found himself in trouble.

"We need to find him. There is no way that was the last time I'd see him." He sat up.

"Where do we even begin?"

"Tortuga."

I know it's short but I am SO EXCITED FOR THIS. I haven't written a fanfic in years and I've suddenly become POTC af so I mean this is a thing that is happening. Expect around 15 - 20 chapters.

Love love love, M.