These stories were all inspired by all the Pirates of the Caribbean movies. I basically just decided to put together the emotions of every main character together in a letter-type thing. These are Elizabeth's. I hope you all enjoy and that it works out well.

Elizabeth's Letters

To James Norrington

A gentleman,

A friend,

A person missed.

My dear, wonderful, brave James,

I will always remember the very first time I ever saw you.

I was eight, having just celebrated my birthday a few days before. It was then that my father came to me to inform me of our journey to Port Royal.

"I have been made governor, Elizabeth. Is that not wonderful?" he asked me, so pleased looking in his black wig and fine silk clothing. He had informed me earlier that he had been expecting this position for quite some time. It elevated us that much higher in the social standing.

"Wonderful, Father," I murmured demurely, as I had been taught to. I was to busy looking at a great map of the Caribbean that he had given me. I was looking at all the islands there, and at the town we would be going to.

I had never much cared for England myself. It reminded me too much of my late mother. Her smile, her sitting in the garden, her serving us supper herself…

It was all too much for me, and I believe that my father desired the change as much as I did. And so we packed our things, hoped into our carriage, and headed out to the ship, where I also met the infamous Mr. Gibbs. But that is not important.

Because what is important in this letter is you, James.

I must admit, I was rather frightened at the thought of such a long journey.

But you were standing so tall, so brave, so sure of everything around you. You were indeed the epitome of a great English soldier. It was very… assuring to have you there. Very assuring.

Just like you always were. You have always been there.

And you have always given me my freedom. Swann was my last name, but many swans are kept in gilded cages, never to be set loose. But this is wrong. All birds, swans included, should be free, free to fly and to follow where the wind may take them.

You understood this.

When I stood there with Will and Jack, you just looked at me with… such loss in your eyes… But you turned you face, and let me have my freedom.

Oh, James, you can never know just how much that meant to me.

But I also never realized how much I meant to you.

When I saw you again later, you were absolutely filthy, drunk, fallen, a pathetic ruin of a man… Because of me. Because you lost me, and all you had left was to go and chase after Jack, because that was all you had left.

I was, quit literally, shocked. You, the strong rock of His Majesties Navy, were a sundering drunk. A very odd occurrence. In my mind, you were always the soldier, forever and always. You were always bound to duty. I never envied you that, though I sometimes wished for your sense of justice. Life would have been easier that way. But you lived your life in golden shackles, never free. I have always felt guilty about that. That you could have kept me in my cage, making me trapped all my life, but you set me free. I felt guilty that I could not do the same for you, because the very thing that freed you would imprison me. It is rather odd how love and the heart work like that. It will never make sense to anyone but God, I suppose.

So I watched as you and Will and Jack fought over the chest, and me. I felt so torn, though I didn't show it.

I should have, but I didn't. Because I was also flaming, absolutely FLAMING furious at all three of you stupid boys. Yes, boys. Not men. Men act mature. Men act like gentlemen. Men act like… act like… Well…

A real man would act like you in your prime.

Though I must say that I certainly didn't consider your last moments to be that of a gentleman. You were most defiantly not in your prime at that moment.

But I was also at fault. I was hurt, crushed, and totally miserable over the thought of my father being dead. And the fact that you were aiding those that killed him…

I was hateful towards you. I was horrible. I said terrible things that I regret now. I said I would never forgive you, though it was true you were not directly responsible for his death. Even if you did contribute to it. Honestly, the more I look at it, the more I realize that you were just as much of a victim as I was.

"Our destines have always been intertwined, Elizabeth… But never joined," Never had you ever spoken truer words than that, James. Never.

"You are a fine man, James," Never have I spoken truer words that that to you, James.

Honestly, nothing was quite fair to you. It seemed like everything you tried something after you met me, it came out all wrong. I blamed myself for that for quite some time. But not now, James.

I am happy now. So happy. I wish you could have been like that, James. I truly did wish nothing but the best for you, except for the last few minutes of your life. I still wish the best of everything to you, dear James. I'm not sure if it will do you much good now, but I do. And I hope you will forgive me for all the things you blame me for.

Honestly, I don't even know why I'm writing this to you. It is not as if you can read it. But it makes me feel better about things between us, putting it on paper.

I want you to know, James, that even though it is not in the way that you wanted me to, I truly do love you. You have always been important to me. I miss you. I miss my sturdy soldier, though I know it is too late now. I should have told you before. But now I have, though you will never read it in a way that I can see. But I think you know, James. I think you know. I hope your existence is filled with love that I could not give.

All my love,

-Elizabeth Swann Turner

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