The Price to be Paid
"Keep a weather eye on the horizon."
She had never been one to sit still. She may have worn the elaborate dresses and reveled in beautiful jewelry but in her heart she thought only of adventure. Since she had been a young girl she had been an avid reader. She read any book with swords and pistols she could get her hands on. They became her world in a universe that forced her to obey certain rules of propriety. They helped her get away from the bowing and dancing. She would escape to that world of pirates and heroes. And yet society had forced her to hate pirates and their ways. And so when her destiny led her to Will she couldn't stand the thought of his being a pirate. Pirates were bad in reality and perfection only in legend.
Even then, society could not instill a quiet disposition upon her. She was Elizabeth Swann, the governor's daughter and she would do as she saw fit. At first Will had joined her in midnight swims and stealing sweets from the kitchen. But he grew up and away from her. Society had pounded that sense of propriety into him. She was left behind in her thoughts of romantic adventure.
And then that fateful night came. The night that started everything. The night the pirates came. After that, her life had gone to hell. Nothing was as it had been before. And it never would be. She was kidnapped. And rescued by Will. Then taken again, and again rescued by Will. He always came back for her. She knew he always would.
She wanted it, yes. But this adventure was more than she had ever bargained for. It gave her a kind of freedom she had never had never had while constricted by the corset that society was. But such freedom could never come without an ultimate price. Nothing ever came without a price to be paid in the end. In her adventure, it was Will she had to pay. Not in death, but in distance. They say distance makes the heart grow fonder. But it also makes the heart as fragile as spun glass. She hated this. And since the moment she saw the sword stab Will she knew she would have given anything up to be back in that muffling society so long as Will was alive and near her. But there was no going back. That was the harsh reality with which she had come to terms.
Now the ever restless Elizabeth Swann, never strayed. She stayed in one spot. On the shore she waited for him. She couldn't move. Not that she didn't want to. She physically couldn't. What if he sailed by one day and she wasn't there? She couldn't bear that. So the impatient King of Pirates, Elizabeth Swann, stayed. And she waited for the price that she had paid for her freedom. She needed him. And so she stayed.
Disclaimer: PotC does not belong to me, and alas, it never will.
A/N: R&R please! But no flames, because they are a waste of everyone's time. Thanks!