Will pov -

There is nothing tangible he has to remember her by. No trinkets, no miniatures, no letters, not even a scrap of cloth that holds her lingering scent. The captain's cabin of the Dutchman is barren of mementos of his adored Elizabeth. All he has are his memories, and his dreams. It is there that he finds her, holds her, loves her; it is there that he will keep forgetfulness at bay. Everything else has been taken from him. He clings to his cherished remembrances; he fights to keep them unfaded by time and distance. And he waits for his dreams.

Elizabeth pov -

Returning to Port Royal, she gathers up every tangible piece of him that she can find. She goes to the smithy and collects his meager belongings, keeping them in her bedchamber with the chest that holds his heart. She takes comfort in touching his things, wraps herself in his shirts at night. She hoards every memory, and lives to find him in her dreams. The day she knows she is with child, she joyfully cradles her belly, this place now holding a living piece of her beloved Will. And she prays their son or daughter will look just like him.