Rating: K+
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Or the script... or anything. I just own what comes out of my mind and I type. hah.
author note: I realized earlier I haven't written a postAWE oneshot or anything. So, I did it. As you can tell by this. heh.
Ten years seemed so long and tiring for Elizabeth Turner.
Thump. Thump.Nine months after her dear William's departure, the second thing that kept her going was brought into the world.
William Jonathon Turner the Third. Liam.
Thump. Thump.Every night since Liam's birth until the sunset of the tenth year, Elizabeth would whisper stories about his father. How heroic he was and how much his life had changed.
Thump. Thump.While telling the stories, she kept the Dead Man's Chest at her side. Little Liam and herself would rest against the chest, imagining as if it's the real William Turner.
Thump. Thump.Liam knew everything about his father without even meeting him. Uncle Jack and Uncle Barbossa would come in and out of their lives. Uncle Gibbs spent a few years off of sea to care for Liam and Elizabeth.
Thump. Thump.When Liam had turned eight years old, they held a small party on his behalf where Jack, Barbossa, Gibbs, and Elizabeth spent the full day telling Liam the truth of where his father was. That he wasn't just a 'merchant sailor' but he was a pirate captain of the Flying Dutchman.
Thump. Thump."Spittin' image o' yer father," Jack told him a week before Will's return. "'n he's a spittin' image o' his own father!"
That caught Elizabeth's attention, who let out a gasp. Once Liam was put to bed, Elizabeth dragged Jack outside and asked a serious question.
"What is going to happen to Bootstrap?"
Thump. Thump.The week flew by and suddenly it was the sunset of Will's return. "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me…" Liam sung cheerfully and Elizabeth followed behind with a large smile printed on her face.
She was finally getting her husband back. Her lover. Her best friend.
Thump. Thump.The light heartbeat picked up its pace as The Flying Dutchman neared the small cliff. Elizabeth had left the chest on a rock before she ran as fast as she could to greet her Will down on the beach. This was it. She was getting him back.
Thump. Thump.Will and Elizabeth's lips met in a fervent kiss and were wrapped in each other's arms. The difficult ten years washed away with the kiss mixed with tears. Everything was returning. Everything was going to be as it should.
As soon as Will spotted Liam, he immediately knew it was his son. Dropping to his knees, Liam launched himself into Will's arms. Elizabeth stood to the side sobbing, the picture perfect family scene.
Soon, she was joined into the hug and all three cried. The pain was now gone.
Thump. Thump."Daddy…" Will opened his eyes and caught Liam's dark eyes with his. That word… Daddy… He could barely believe it. He was a father.
Will smiled, causing Liam and Elizabeth to do the exact same. "Daddy, I hear it."
Elizabeth glanced at her son, who was now standing back with a silly grin on his face then she turned back to Will. She had an idea what he meant.
Thump. Thump.After she and Will stood, she wrapped her arms firmly around his neck and placed her face against his chest.
Thump. Thump.There it was. That strong, rhythmic heart beat that helped her to get to sleep at night. "I hear it too, Liam, I hear it too." Elizabeth whispered and glanced up at Will. Without any notice, she forced her lips against Will's once more, happiness overcoming her.
The heart was no longer inside the Dead Man's Chest. The heart was where it belonged.
Just as Will was.