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Author's Note: Takes place right after At World's End but before the scene after the credits.
A New Beginning of an Old Tale
A flash of green on the horizon.
Elizabeth's brown eyes reflected it's brilliance. She was standing on the same shoreline that she watched him leave from many years ago. It was as though she never left that very beach. Ten years came quickly. The ship appeared as a silhouette against the rising sun. The atmosphere began to change, a slow graying, clouds rolling in. A faint rhythmic thumping started in her ears and grew louder and louder. She looked to her feat, the surf rushing at them, there the chest lie open, Will's heart pounding inside. The beating of it boomed in her ears. A sudden flash, almost like lightening, startled her, she turns to run and trips and falls to her hands and knees. The beach had turned black with the onset of a horrible storm. She lifts her head up trying to stand and sees a tombstone a foot from her. It's covered with seaweed and barnacles. An ominous feeling wells inside her and she frantically clears the debris from the grave, hands cut and bleeding by the barnacles and shells. "No!" She screams and she reads the name, it's her own name. She quickly turns her gaze to the sea, which has become a torrent, and sees the Dutchman turn and head back for the horizon. "It's not too late! I'm here, Will! I'm still here!" Elizabeth clambers into the surf yelling in futility at a fading ghost. Or was the ghost her?
Elizabeth's eyes open widely, she's sweating and disoriented but soon gets her bearings. The morning light stream through the cottage window and illuminates her bed. She tries to compose herself, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. And gets up.
She stares at her own reflection in the mirror, brushing her hair back. Trying not to let the silence of her new dwelling get to her. It has been a month and half or so since she last say Will. Since she last saw anyone. She wasn't use to being so alone, so still, and it had not even been two months. She was finished getting ready. Even after such a short time she could not recognize the girl, who was once a pirate, staring back at her from the mirror and hated the thought of being tamed.
She was headed off to a neighboring port town. The only one that was near by. For necessary provisions. The small town was quite a bustle, a far cry from Port Royal, dingier but with character non the less. The outdoor market was crowded with mother's collecting groceries and children running about under their skirt tales. There were men bartering over weapons and young girls soliciting hand woven cloth. Elizabeth just smiled politely and paid for her groceries and headed out of the market. Her life had become pretty routine, and the town visits, however part of it, were still refreshing. The light of the day was beginning to dim when she heard music coming from a nearby pub. Bags in hand she couldn't resist the familiar noises and thought of Tortuga. As she looked in the window and the crowd of rowdy men and bar wenches, memories began to flood back. She looked down at the cobble stone road and continued to walk, a slight smile creeping upon her face. A young boy appeared in front of her, his face dirty and clothes tattered, then runs to his mother's side. She looks over and sees a woman standing by a table of trinkets and jewelry that sparkle in the light of the setting sun. She stops and admires the pieces, giving a playful smile to the boy. The street is still alive and humming with passer-bys. Elizabeth finds an abolony shell bracelet with turquoise beads. She walks over to the mother and child and hands her a small bag of coins. "Thank-you," she says to the boy, who blushes with embarrassment. "Tew the kine' la'y thank-you, son." Corrects the mother.
"Kind lady?" Blurts a familiar voice from behind Elizabeth, "Well, I don' know 'bout that."
Elizabeth spins around so quickly she nearly looses her bags.
"Elizabeth! Jus' the person I've bin looking for!" Announces Captain Jack Sparrow. It was obvious he had just arrived from the pub she recently passed. He still had a bottle in one hand and two girls at his side. Both were giggling and nearly falling over themselves.
"I doubt that." Elizabeth smirks trying to suppress the overwhelming urge to beam with excitement. She was obviously ecstatic to see him but also very weary as to the less than coincidental coincidence.
He stumbles forward. "Don' worry. If you think I'm up to something, I'm not. Well I am, but its nuffing to do wif you…more or less."
Elizabeth just smiles suspiciously. "You just came all this way…to say…'hello'?"
"Nope." He smiles triumphantly, "You jus' so happen to be…along the way, savy?" and with that an all to familiar sly smirk creases his face.
She sighs knowing there must be a catch, but is in no mood to interrogate the only familiar face she's seen in two months, just yet.
"Which ways home!?" He trumpets in celebration.
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