"The Locker"
Elizabeth could still feel the warmth of William's nose against her knee as she finally turned away from the empty ocean, clutching the chest to her bosom.
Where to now? Home? Elizabeth thought as her fingers ran absently across her stomach and she walked away from the last sight of her husband she would have for ten long years.
Further down the beach a swarm of girls, their eyes slightly glazed over, sprinted down the sand to the water, their mouths open in a desperate cry. "Wiiiiiiiiiliam, we are coming for you!"
Elizabeth, thinking that the wind was playing tricks on her, turned at the sound of her beloved's name, just too late to see the last stand of hair disappear beneath the surging waves as the horde of fangirls sent themselves down to William Turner's locker.
