Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. I do, however, work for Disney and I own Disney stock. Does that count?
AN: This story was originally a word document full of comments so my sister and friends - the only readers I've ever had in the past - would understand me. I realized today that in posting this story those author's notes I had sprinkled liberally throughout got lost. Thus the meaning behind the title was lost. I was playing around while packing to move and came up with this solution. Part of me feels it makes the story cheesier, part of me likes it. To clarify, neither is hearing the song, rather, the idea behind it comes to them.
In a separate vein, I am moving across the country this week and updates will be sparse. I apologize. However, I am moving to the Orlando area to pick up my position at Walt Disney World again. Being so close to Pirates of the Caribbean the ride will only serve to inspire me, I'm sure.
Preface
"When you wish upon a star,
Makes no difference who you are.
Anything your heart desires will come to you.
If your heart is in your dream,
No request is too extreme;
When you wish upon a star as dreamers do.
Fate is kind;
She brings to those who love
The sweet fulfillment of
Their secret longing.
Like a bolt out of the blue
Fate steps in and sees you through,
When you wish upon a star your dreams come true."
Standing on the deck of the Black Pearl as it sailed through the warm waters of the Caribbean, Elizabeth Swann Turner sighed. She didn't know where the idea came from, but it was somehow now etched permanently on her mind. As she looked up at the stars shining brightly in the night sky, she cried knowing nothing was that simple. Her situation was proof enough of that.
Despite this dark knowledge, Elizabeth found herself choosing a particularly bright star and closing her eyes. She didn't think anything specific or say anything out loud. She let her heart do the wishing, unable to give herself even the tiniest sliver of hope that speaking would provide. She needed her husband.
Guiding the Flying Dutchman through the still seas of world's end, Will Turner had the same problem. He was just as confused about the thought's origin as his wife, though neither knew it of course. He snorted in disgust at the saccharine sentiment. If it were true, he wouldn't be aboard this ship so far from his Elizabeth it was unfathomable.
Even though he hated himself for trying, Will spared the stars above a look. One shone more brilliantly than the rest, beckoning him. He looked away, unable to bring himself to try it, but unable to stop his heart from screaming its deepest desire. He needed his wife.