The ending of this movie was rubbish. Redo and do right I say, that's what fanfics are for. Well that and gapfillers, fluff and apparently stuff to warrant the invention of brainbleach, but except those things! This is the end of Elizabeth and Will's story - How it Should Have Ended.
I clearly do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean... whatever number they're on now, obviously, or this is how they would have ended.
Even if they redo it and end it this way, I do not own anything but this specific idea, but that is mine! Well mine and my friend's who I planned this out with.
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"Just kiss!" Barbarossa shouted the words over the sounds of the enraged sea and the clamour of battle, and Elizabeth grabbed Will, feeling him wrap a hand around her waist in order to keep her close, and they kissed each other, both moving at the same time, neither knowing who was truly initiating the kiss.
They soon had to let go of one another in order to carry on the fight, and Will took up fighting with Dawy Jones himself. Understanding the man, how he took on the task of ferrying the souls of the dead to please Calypso, and then after ten years of service cut out his own heart and put it in a chest not to feel the pain when he returned home to find she had strayed, did not help against his blade, and even though Will was by far the better swordsman, he had every other possible advantage pointing firmly against him.
After a final clash of swords in a fight showing both skill (on Will's side) and sheer relentlessness (that, they both had, but only one of them was immortal), Davy Jones had Will pinned, though the blacksmith come pirat was fighting the slow but relentless movement of the approaching blade with impressive determination, especially for a battle doomed from the start, Elizabeth did the only thing she could think of.
Calypso had said, after all, that she did want him, wanted him still, and being the only one in reach to help, and yet not close enough to do anything to directly aid Will, her husband of only five bloody minutes, the new pirate king acted on instinct, tippling Davy Jones' heart, box and all, into the sea and Calypso's waiting grasp.
No, don't pierce the heart, the man now reduced to a lantern had said. The ship needed a captain. Davy Jones did not need air to breathe, nor did his heart need it to beat, but maybe Calypso felt it fair to repay the favour, calling him back by the power she now wielded over her former lover by way of his heart, when the edge of the blade was a mere insh from injuring Will beyond hope.
After the injury of William, and the loss on the other side of Davy Jones, the battle was thinning, and it was not long at all before the pirate king could devote all of her attention to her husband.
Even with the most timely interruption, he sported more than enough of a cut to the chest to make for quite some scarring, but his body still held a beating heart, and enough strength to grasp her hand as Elizabeth cradled him to her after the battle had been won, again, she suspected, by the grace of the goddess of the sea.