To: William Turner,
14 Smith Lane,
Port Royal
June 17, 1725
Dear William, my darling William,
This letter is the hardest thing I have ever had to write. You know that I love you, but this I must tell you. The love we have for each other is different. The love you have for me is the love which a husband bestows upon his wife. My love for you however, is different. My love for you is that between siblings. I see you more as a brother than a husband or a lover. Although I cannot marry you, I would love to remain in your life, just not as your wife. I want now and have always wanted for you to find someone to love for the rest of your days, to wake up to next morning, someone to bestow all the love in your wonderful heart upon. I used to think that person would be me, but, now I know that it's not, it never has been and never will be.
A year or two after we found you in the water, I started having dreams. I would dream that I was sitting at the kitchen table, a golden band around my finger, with children running circles around the table. I would look away from the children and see a man standing in the doorway, watching me. I knew that this man was my husband. I don't know why, I just did. I couldn't see his face, but I knew that he was tall, with dark hair. For years I would have this dream, it sort of grew up with me, the children got older. But, I still never saw his face. I never understood why I couldn't see his face. I always thought that I would marry you and have your children. Then, when I met Jack Sparrow, the mystery man in my dreams had a face, Jack's face. I'm not entirely sure whether that means that I should be with Jack, but, I don't think it's fair for me to drag you along when I'm not completely focused on us.
I want you to find someone to love, but that's not me. Don't dwell on us and what could've been. Take this letter as a sign of me letting you go. I know that you will be sad for a while, but please, don't be sad for too long, as you never know who could be falling in love with your wonderful smile. I was drawn to you when we were younger because of that smile. It really lights up your face, you need to use it more. There is a lovely lady out there waiting for you, just as there is someone waiting for me.
I don't want you to hate me, although I'm sure you will be tempted to. I want you to forgive me. You will always hold a place in my heart that no one will ever take. I hope I will have one in yours.
If you are reading this letter, then I am obviously not around anymore. Whether I am dead or just not around I will never know. Please, don't tell me when you read this letter, just read it and keep it with you.
I have tried so hard so many times to write this letter, but the ink always seemed to dry before it hit the paper. Maybe then I wasn't ready to tell you these things.
You remember how our wedding was interrupted? Well, after you left to find Jack, father helped me escape. We had a few problems on the way, so I left and went to see Lord Cutler Beckett. When I was telling him how he interrupted our wedding, he said "A wedding interrupted or fate intervenes?" I was never sure what he meant. I always took it as a nasty comment, it makes sense now though. Maybe we were never meant to get married. Maybe the God's had always had other plans for us, I don't know. But, I think Beckett was right, it was fate intervening.
I never meant to hurt you when I kissed Jack, it was to save us all, I promise. I saw the look in your eyes when I climbed into the long boat. I felt your stares when we were at Tia Dalma's. It broke my heart, it truly did. I hope you can forgive me for that.
I must leave you now as I am starting to wet the paper with my tears. Promise me you will find love, promise me you find another reason to live. Promise me.
Love and friendship eternally,
Elizabeth Swann
