Elizabeth Swann silently stood on a deserted beach, watching the gray-blue waves of the ocean gently rock back and forth. Her eyes filled up with tears as she replayed the scene that transpired moments before.

"Elizabeth", Will breathed as he stood a few feet behind her.

Elizabeth whipped her head around. He heart dropped as she saw what was in his hand. It was real. She wasn't dreaming. William Turner was holding a small chest that contained a living, beating heart. His heart. Immediately she ran over into his arms.

"Why are you doing this?" Elizabeth asked, tears threatening to fall.

Will gently pushed her away to look at her face. "Because I have to. As much as I don't want to, I have to. I hope you understand", he whispered.

"I do understand. But- but what about us? When will I see you?"

"I'll always love you, if that's what you are worried about." His hand gingerly caressed her cheek as he wiped her tears away. "And I'll see you-"

Will was interrupted as Elizabeth crashed her lips against his and they shared a passionate kiss. Will's hands wrapped around her lithe waist, dropping the chest. They kissed each other with everything that was in them, fearing it would be their last.

Eventually, Elizabeth pulled away, tears slightly clouding her vision. "I love you," she whispered into his ear.

"I love you as well." Will bent down and picked up the chest, handing it to her. "Take care of this."

Elizabeth took the chest and looked down at it, hoping it wouldn't be real. But when she looked back up, all she saw was the restless Caribbean waves.

He was gone.

Elizabeth was pulled out of her reverie by the faint sound of waves crashing against cliffs that loomed in the distance. She looked out at the horizon, tears threatening to fall. "Bring him back to me", she murmured softly.