Elizabeth was walking down the beach, and it was late, the sun had long ago set in the horizon of blue water. Will Turner, her husband had departed from that same beach nine years, 11 months and 3 weeks ago in order to serve as a respectable Captain of the Flying Dutchman, carrying out the rightful duty.
Elizabeth had endured all this years with her child, always true to the love of her life. She had been quite busy, being King of the Brethren Court, current daughter of former Governor of Port Royal, and a loving mother.
The first week since Will's departure, Elizabeth had noticed how important cohabition was, and how she still loved the man she had never lived with and had only had one night with, where they conceived their child. She had promised to herself that she would never let a day go by without thinking of her husband. In fact,. That wasn't too hard to accomplish as she naturally filled her thoughts of them together, since they met, at age 10 both of them until their last encounter.
She reached a beautiful set of rocks on the shore, just below a cliff. Her house was located over that very same cliff, hidden between the nature which had now become her home. Walking down that beach reminded her of the last words she had heard: "Keep a weather eye on the horizon".
After all, she had seen all sunsets every single day since his departure, and every time it was over she would recall the most dearest kiss she had experienced with Will. Thinking like that, being together with him in soul kept her alive and moving on.
It was too late now, and she was concerned that her son would worry about her although William III was a brave, respectful boy.
Elizabeth got to the house and saw a pill of papers on the dining table. She had been to Port Royal wast month, just as an appearance to let everyone know in that "high class" she had always deted¡sted that she was alright.
"I want a peaceful life, far from politics but I can assure you all I am in a fine healty". That could be her justification to her true desire of growiung her child in that especial island where Will had left.
She and William III lived an amusing life, as pirates at times, which filled William's heart, reassuring her that her son was as adventurous as she had been since infant.
She headed to William's room and smiled gently as he slept, with a wooden sword still on his hands and a bandana on his head, similar to that of his father. Elizabeth had told William about his father since the day he was born. There seemed that there were no more stories left to be told, and Will had always been "present" among them, his physical appearance was the only thing left to experiment.
Once in her room, Elizabeth changed from her day-working clothes to her dressgown and settled herself in bed. For her, nights were the most terrible thing to face alone. That was when she missed Will most, sometimes driving her to tears, some happy ones, some sad ones.
However, this night was different. Will would be back exactly tomorrow and the excitement didnt' let her sleep. She felt like a kid, before receiving a present, unable to control her happiness, but she knew that if she slept, tomorrow would come sooner and she would be well-rested for that big day.
Silently, her door opened to reveal a smiling William. When he saw her mother awake, he ran into her bed and climed in a high jump. Both of them started laughing and she began tickling him in the belly. He rolled over and over in the matress and finally sat down facing her mom, throwing himself to a fierce hug. They laid on the bed, both understanding each other's feelings towards tomorrow.
"Is he really going to stay with us after tomorrow?" William asked Elizabeth.
"Of course he is William, your dad will be free to be with us forever after tomorrow." She replied reassuring her worried son.
"But what if there was somwthing wrong with the spell or Calypso miscounted the days? Will he become like poor Davy Jones? I'm sure dad wouldn's look nice in tentacles!" William said. He was always a curious boy, wanting to know everything at all times.
"William, don't say that. It won't happen, Will will be back tomorrow and gets to stay with us." Love, don't question the good things." She answered, easing her chiild's excitement.
"But you always say that an interesting person analized both the good and the bad, and now you tell me that I should not question the bad?" William started to tease her mother.
"You must be joking, you understand what I mean! Yes, it's good to question goos¡d things too but the fact that your father will be back tomorrow and get to stay with us in unquestionable" she tried to explain.
"Mom, I know, don't you know by now when I make a joke! HAHA" he replied now, proud to have a say in everything.
"I knew you were joking Will, but I am just very nervous. I have been waiting for this day for ten years and there are too many feelings to handle, it just seems to good to be true". Elizabeth said, clearly happy but worried about thoughts that were crossing her mind. She now realised that 10 years was a very long time and wat if Will didn't feel the same way about her any more? Would they be happily ever after after all?
"Mamma, you always tell me you love day very much, so think only of that. By all the stories you've told me, I can tell he loves you the same way, if not more. So when he comes, you'll only have joy." William said. Apart from being funny and playful, he knew when to be serious, and this last comment, naturally had left her mother calmer, surer that everything would be fine.
"I love you very much William, you are mommy's beautiful boy" she said, hugging him tightly, as he tried to be released of her mother's arms.
"I love you too mom, but I am not to be treated like a toy!" he replied.
He kissed her mother on the cheek playfully and jumped off the bed, grabbing his wooden sword, fighting an invisible enemy.
"Darling, you'll be too tired tomorrow, better head off to bed now" Elizabeth told her son caringly and giving him one last good night kiss.
She accompanied her son to his room and tucked him well in bed (despite his complaints of doing so) and eventually returned to her room.
"This is it" she thought. Tomorrow Will would be coming home and she would finally ease all her pain only by seeing him. Her husaband, her love, her trusted friend and most of all, a part of her heart.
From the first moment she had seen Will she knew it would be the man of her life, and her situation was a dream come true. Not all people could fulfil them and she was grateful that she had. Despie some of her previous actions, she felt she didn't deserve Will. He was so fine, so respectable and so lovable that it made her shake in happiness at the only thought of him.
Will Turner was her life, her reason and sense to all. By this, she rapidly fell asleep just to wake on the one day that she had been expecting the past decade...