Final Serenity
The blade sliced the raindrops in its way as the point of the sword pierced his chest. The agonizing, ripping, searing pain didn't come until afterwards, when the blade had punctured his heart. His vision turned dull when the sword twisted inside of him, angling the weapon deeper into his chest and ripping his life away from him. Davey Jones's face contorted into an expression of nauseating satisfaction laced with odium, and he plunged the blade deeper, deeper, deeper…He felt the dull thud of the sword as it hit the wood board he was leaning against, pinning him to the plank. Warm blood started to soak the fabric around the wound and the sickening crimson spread across his clothing. His entire body was throbbing with excruciating pain, the burning sensation ripping through his bones and his skin. His head pounded and suddenly keeping his eyes open seemed to be such an impossible task. Every thought seemed so cloudy all of a sudden…it wouldn't hurt just to close his eyes for a little bit…just a little bit.
"Will!" The sound was so far away, yet it called him with such urgency.
Why wouldn't they let him sleep?
"Will!" It was much closer this time, and he vaguely felt a pair of hands on him, shaking him…
"WILL!" This time, the sound was right by his ear. And this time, it was no longer a soft whisper but a desperate shriek.
They were Elizabeth's hands, all over his wound, caressing his cheeks, his eyes, his hair.
"Stay with me Will, please stay with me…" Her tears cascaded down her cheeks, rivulets creating streaks that broke through the grime and dirt on her skin.
She was beautiful.
"Don't leave me Will, please…stay with me." Oh, how he wanted to! But it was pulling him back; the darkness was so inviting, so comforting. It offered an eternity of peace and calm…
But yet, his Elizabeth needed him. She loved him. And despite his calling towards peace, Will knew that he loved her equally.
He savored the feeling of her soft hands urgently caressing his skin, trying to bring him back. He struggled so hard against the pull, but he knew it was all in vain.
Using the last of his strength, Will tried to voice the three words that he wanted her to know the most. Say it, say it, he told his brain uselessly, form the words! I, love, you!! But all he succeeded in were those two useless streams of hot tears that flowed down his face.
He couldn't do it.
Reluctantly, Will succumbed. It pulled him in invitingly, promising him safety, rest, peace, serenity, and a world without pain. Take good care of my heart, he called to Elizabeth, you've had it to begin with.
I love you.
And with that, William Turner surrendered to the darkness and closed his eyes for the final time.
Fin