A Will and Elizabeth story. Set 9 years after AWE. Hope you enjoy! And check out my W/E videos on youtube (mackenziefisher7)!
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From Where You Are
So far away from where you are, these miles have torn us world's apart. And I miss you, and I wish you were here.
"Keep a weather eye on the horizon," Will whispered before slowly turning away from her.
Elizabeth stood watching, forcing the tears that threatened to fall away. She watched as Will waded into the water to his new life as captain of The Flying Dutchmen. A fate that had saved his life and also took it in the same instant.
In ten years, they would meet again. Until then, Elizabeth waited.
Elizabeth slowly opened her eyes that morning. She had had the dream again last night. The recurring dream where she relived the moment that Will had left her.
She longed for Will's return everyday, but dreaming of him only made her more aware of the pain and made her realize that he truly was gone.
Elizabeth rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she slowly made her way out of her bed. She exited her room and began making her way down the hall to check on her son, William Turner III.
William had been restless last night, asking more questions than usual about his father. Elizabeth knew that she'd someday have to tell him the entire story, but she hoped that that day was still far away.
She eased the door open of his room and nearly collapsed at the sight in front of her. William's bed empty, neatly made with a note lying on top.
Elizabeth ran over and grabbed the note, tears already streaming from her eyes.
In the note, she read, "Went to find my father."
"Captain! Another shipwreck in the Gulf!" Will turned around as one of his crewmen yelled the news.
He sighed, and unenthusiastically told his crew to get to their stations. Most times he could make it through the day, knowing his duties were almost over. Today wasn't looking like one of those days.
The crew silently prepared themselves to enter the world of the living. This was the part of his job Will hated the most, entering the living world only to return to the non-living right after. It was an unfair job.
Will sighed again, knowing that it was this job that had saved his life. That knowledge, however, rarely made it any easier.
The ship began to move into the water and Will braced himself on the wheel. Within seconds, the ship was submerged. A few more seconds later, the ship had surfaced again, only on the side of the living.
Will looked around for the shipwreck and spotted it just east of them. He quickly changed directions on the wheel, steering them right for it.
They dropped anchor beside the shipwreck and began looking for survivors. Will walked up and stood beside his father, Bill Turner, and began searching as well.
"Must of been some storm," Bill mumbled, referring to the storm that had claimed the lives of the crew of the wrecked ship.
Something in the water caught Will's eye. He looked over and saw a piece of wood floating in the water. He looked closer and could see a young boy lying overtop of it.
"There!" he pointed at the boy. "Someone go and get that boy!" he shouted.
That was one perk to being captain, people did as he said.
A few minutes later, the boy was laid on the deck of the ship. Will walked over and checked his pulse.
"He's breathing," he whispered.
He looked down at the boy and felt a sudden familiarity wash over him. It was almost as if he'd seen this boy before. He shook his head, knowing the impossibility of that idea. This boy appeared to be about 7 or 8 years old but Will had spent the last 9 years sailing the seas endlessly in another world. There was no possible way that they could have met before.
"What are you going to do with him?" Will's father asked from behind him.
Will stood and turned around.
"We can't just leave him here," Will said, gesturing to the open seas on all sides of them.
"Are you thinking of taking him back with us?" Bill asked.
Will thought about it for a moment. He couldn't bring this boy to the other world, condemning him to death at such a young age.
"I can't do that to him. He's just a boy," Will whispered, turning around to look at the unconscious boy lying behind him.
"We must go back though, Captain."
Will looked back at his father. It was rare that he addressed Will as Captain. It seemed he only used it when trying to gain Will's attention.
Will sighed, the weight of his duties pressing on him again.
"I know," he mumbled. "But I reckon we have a few hours that we can spend here still," Will said, pointing to the sun. Will and his crew were allowed to stay in the world of the living as long as they left before sundown. Will just hoped that they found where this boy belonged before that.
