"Elizabeth, darling, what are you doing?" Will asked frantically upon seeing his bride with his heart in her hands, a knife hovering precariously over it.
"Will, I've had enough of your bloody coming one day, and leaving for the next few years!"
"But, darling, you wouldn't kill me? Would you? You would have to become the Captain of the Dutchman!" he yelled.
"Yes, I know that perfectly well, so I am not going to kill you."
"Oh, good. You had me worried for a few moments there!" Will came towards Elizabeth, relief covering his face.
"Stop right there, William Turner!" Elizabeth yelled, bringing the knife closer to his heart.
"Elizabeth, dear, this is nonsense, the evening is ticking by quickly, let us-"
"Exactly, all you want to do is for us to make love, and then you leave! But no longer, dear William, no longer, I shall not be left here for one more day!"
"Love, I would take you with me if I could, but we go beyond the edge of the world, there you cannot come." Will smiled apologetically, trying to dismiss the whole issue.
"Barbossa!" Elizabeth yelled. Will looked at his wife curiously, "What?"
Suddenly, a fierce looking pirate walked up behind Elizabeth and took the knife.
"Elizabeth, you wouldn't!"
"No, I wouldn't, but he would! He wants to be immortal, and he wants to sail the seas for eternity! You have no right to live! I am sick of your absences and am off to find the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow who stole my heart many years ago, whom I should have given my heart to freely, not to you. Farewell, my dear Will Turner, I hope that Fiddler's Green is as much as it's cooked up to be." With that, Elizabeth kissed her soon to be dead husband and bowed to Barbossa.
"Thank you for your services, mate. Now please, be rid of that bloody idiot!" she yelled. "Now," she said, walking off without a look back, "'Tis time to find Captain Jack. And, I do believe I know the first place to look."