A/N: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean in any way.

Elizabeth stood on the beach and watched The Flying Dutchman sail away. In a flash of green light, it was gone. Gone to ferry the souls of those who died at sea to the other side, as was the original purpose of the ship and it's captain, which was now her beloved husband, William Turner. They had spent one day together. One day to give each other their souls and bodies. Now Elizabeth was alone on the beach they had spent their last day together on. Tears rolled down her cheeks. The realization that for ten years he would be gone had begun to sink into her mind and it stung like a thousand fires. He was her one true love and for ten years, she would faithfully wait until he could be with her forever when he was free from his curse, if the Goddess Calypso saw fit to free him.

For hours after he was gone, Elizabeth stayed on the beach, her arms wrapped around the chest that contained Will's heart. She heard the soft heartbeat inside the chest and felt comforted that his heart was so near to her. Before leaving, he had charged her with the care and protection of his heart.

"It's always belonged to you," he said.

Elizabeth knew this to be true. From the moment they met on the crossing from England when she was just eleven years old, their hearts had always belonged to one another. They became childhood friends, constantly talking and exchanging glances with one another when they could. Upon reaching Port Royal, her father found an apprenticeship for Will with a blacksmith. Will proved to be a faithful and loyal student to his master. That was a quality that Elizabeth had always admired in Will, his loyalty to those he cared about and respected. As they grew older, Will seemed to have developed a sense of propriety and always addressed her as 'Miss Swann,' much to her chagrin. She had always wanted him to call her Elizabeth, her first name, to display their affection for one another.

Sense of propriety didn't matter now, as they were married. Elizabeth loved hearing him say her name. Though she was fairly strong on her own, she would go weak when he would say her name. For ten years she wouldn't hear his voice, nor feel his touch, the touch that made her mind race in a thousand directions. She remembered the first kiss they had shared together. It was on the day that Jack Sparrow was to be hung for piracy and other various crimes. Will was there with the purpose of setting Jack free. But, before he set out to free Jack, he stood before Elizabeth and confessed that he loved her. Upon his confession, he helped Jack escape the noose. However, the entire Royal Navy attacked the two men and surrounded them. It was at that moment that Elizabeth stepped in and stated that her place was with Will. Norrington asked her if it was truly what she wanted and she replied that it was. Jack was pardoned and escaped. Will and Elizabeth were left alone.

"Is this what you want?" her father asked. "After all, he is just a blacksmith."

"No," Elizabeth replied, taking off Will's hat, "he's a pirate."

Elizabeth kissed him with her whole heart and wrapped her arms around him.

For a brief moment, she smiled at the memory. At the same time, it brought her pain. Finally, she got up and walked down the beach to a small, abandoned hut. Its owner was long gone, so Elizabeth attempted to make herself at home. She would stay on the island for a while before going back to Port Royal to settle her father's affairs. Her father, Weatherby Swann, the man who loved her so much and raised her all of her life and now was gone. What would he think of his precious daughter now? The well-bred, socialite daughter he had raised was now Captain Elizabeth Turner, Pirate Lord of the South China Sea, wife of Captain Turner of The Flying Dutchman, and Pirate King of the Brethren Court. He would probably be disappointed in her, but nevertheless love her as his only child. He couldn't seem to understand her fascination with pirates, even when she was a child. However, Elizabeth paid his warnings no mind and carried on her interest secretly.

In the back room, she found a cot to sleep on. She curled up on the cot, clutching the chest containing Will's heart close to her own. Tears fell from her hazel eyes and dampened her hair as she tried to sleep. The pit of her stomach sank with the realization that she was totally alone. It would be the first night of many nights alone. After two hours of sobbing, exhaustion finally overcame Elizabeth and she slept. Her dreams replayed the events of the last two days over and over. She woke many times that first night, praying that it was only a nightmare and that Will would be lying next to her, but it wasn't. The dream was real.

It had been two months since Will left and Elizabeth felt the sting of loneliness every single day. For two months, she lived on the island where he left her. Every so often, she would journey to the beach and sit in the sand, staring out at the horizon for hours. The waves would wash in and out over her feet. She would remember the last thing he said to her.

"Keep a weather eye on the horizon."

That she would. Every night as the sun went down, she knew it was rising in the world of the dead where Will was ferrying souls to the other side. She would send her love to him on the wind and prayed he would feel it when it blew through his hair or sprayed the ocean on his face.

A month ago she had sent word to Singapore for her ship, The Empress, to be brought to the island so that she could finally make her way to Port Royal to settle things there once and for all. Now the ship sat offshore in the harbor, waiting for its mistress to board. She took what personal items she had with her, her clothing and sword, and of course the chest, hidden inside a bottom compartment of her clothing chest, as she took the longboat to her ship. The crew was waiting for her, along with a surprise companion, AnaMaria, when she boarded the ship. All the men on board welcomed their captain and Pirate King. She gave orders for the sails to be hoisted and for them to make way for Port Royal. Upon giving orders, she went to her cabin. She spent a few minutes in there organizing her things until a knock came at the door. When she opened it, AnaMaria was standing there. Immediately, she invited her in.

"I heard what happened to Will," AnaMaria said consolingly. "Jack explained everything when he was in Tortuga."

"Yes, but without Jack sacrificing his chance for immortality, Will wouldn't even be alive," Elizabeth said.

"Jack is a good man," Ana said, pausing, "for the pirate he is."

"That he is," Elizabeth agreed. "Why don't you stay in my quarters with me so that you won't have to sleep below with the men and I'll have a companion to talk to."

"Thank you," Ana said. "So, to Port Royal we go?"

"Indeed," Elizabeth answered. "I have some business to tend to there with my father's estate. I know that I will get stares from the people there for all the rumors about me turning into a pirate and whatnot, but I don't really care for their opinions."

"You're a lot different than when I first met you," Ana complimented. "Not in a hundred years would I expect you or Turner to become pirates, much less Pirate Lord and King as well as captain of The Flying Dutchman."

"People can surprise you," Elizabeth commented. "As Jack has proven time and again."

Both women looked at one another and burst out laughing. Just as they finished laughing, Elizabeth felt very uneasy in her stomach. Quickly she ran out the door and made it to the railing of the ship just before she retched. When she finished, she sat on the deck of the ship. Not once in her entire life could she ever remember becoming seasick. She lived for the sea, the open air, and the beautiful water. Her stomach continued churning, so she stayed sitting. Ana came out of the cabin and crouched down next to Elizabeth.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"I'm fine," Elizabeth answered. "I don't know what happened. I felt fine one moment and the next I just felt sick."

"You're perhaps just adjusting to the sea again. After all, you haven't been out to sea for two months," Ana said.

"You're probably right," Elizabeth agreed. "I just need a day or two to get my sea legs back again."

"Come on," Ana said, helping her get up. "I'll help you get back to the cabin and to lie down for a bit."

"Thank you Ana," Elizabeth said.

As they got back to their cabin, Ana helped Elizabeth to lie down on her bed. It felt good for Elizabeth to lie down. Eventually her stomach did settle enough for her to leave the cabin and go to the helm to take over for a while. Ana stood beside her, navigating and keeping an eye for other ships.

"Ana," Elizabeth said.

"Yes," Ana replied.

"I haven't officially named a first mate for The Empress," Elizabeth continued. "I would be honored if you would be my first mate."

"I accept, Captain Turner," Ana proudly replied.

The two women remained at the helm until sundown when both retired to their cabin and left the helm in the control of Tai Huang. Elizabeth did not fear mutiny because she was Pirate King and no one dared defy her. So, the two women went to their cabin and began to talk.

"Do you miss him terribly?" Ana asked.

"I do," Elizabeth answered. "We barely were married before I had to watch Da…Davy Jones drive a sword into Will's chest. My heart literally shattered right then and there. I thought I had lost Will forever. That's when Jack helped Will stab Jones's heart, to save him from dying."

"You must really love Will to wait for him for ten years," Ana said.

"I love him more than I could ever put into words. We've known one another since we were eleven years old. He's risked his life to save me so many times," Elizabeth replied. "There is something in the way he looks at me that makes me feel like there is no one else in the world around but the two of us."

"In ten years, when he comes home, will he be able to stay forever?" Ana inquired.

"If he has faithfully done his duty of ferrying souls to the other side and I have remained faithful to him, the Goddess Calypso will release him from his bond to The Flying Dutchman and he can be with me," Elizabeth explained.

"Sounds like a high price to pay," Ana said, pulling herself under her covers to go to sleep.

"But it's worth it," Elizabeth said, pulling back her own blankets and lying down.

Long after Ana had fallen asleep, Elizabeth lay awake, thinking about Will. She pictured his face with his dark curls and deep brown eyes, the way his lips fit perfectly against hers, and she heard his comforting voice in her mind. Her mind turned away from Will for a moment to her puzzling bout of seasickness earlier. It was strange and unusual for her indeed. For a while she couldn't figure out what could be wrong with her. Suddenly, she remembered seeing the same condition in a woman who worked in the mansion for her father. Elizabeth tried to remember the last time she had her monthlies. The last date she came up with was one month before she and Will were married. In awe, she reached under the covers to touch her abdomen where she knew a new life was growing. A life she and Will had created out of love and devotion to one another. She felt a sense of peace creep over her as she knew that she wouldn't spend the next ten years alone. With pride and love, she would bring Will's child into the world and raise the child to love and admire his or her father by telling them stories about dashing pirates, blazing swords, and the man they would know as their father. Before drifting to sleep, Elizabeth looked out the porthole into the night sky.

"Will, you're going to be a father," she whispered before sleep overtook her.