A/N: Not mine.
The island was beautiful. White sand, tall trees, and shells. Shells littering the beach.
Elizabeth was mesmerized by the shapes and colors, carefully watching where she placed her bare feet, ever cautious of the broken shards. Then she stopped completely and bent to pick an exquisite shell.
"Conch," said a voice out of nowhere. Jack appeared from the middle of the piece of land and pointed to the item in Elizabeth's hands. "Animal lived in that. Place it ta ye ear. What d'ye hear?"
She did what he told her and looked at him, amazed. "It's the ocean!"
"Keep it wit' ye ta hear it always."
She cradled the shell and vowed to do just that.