Author: newzealandwanderer
Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean. There'll be some
characters I add on my own.
Rating: PG-13 for now, it might change to R for some *ahem* possible scenes
later.
Random ranting and raving: This movie was awesome. Go see it.
Warning: My writing might have some spoilers for the movie, so you have
been informed and cannot be angry at me.
Turning Away: A Pirate's Return
There is something that happens when someone tells you that they used to love you. First, you're just numb, as if you can't believe they just said that to you after all you have given for them. Second, your eyes fill up with tears like your head is going to explode, and you try so hard not to give in, because you don't want it to seem like they are your world and you can't live without them. Third, you get mad. Tear things apart and erase the entire ordeal from your past mad. Mad like you want to end your own world because you are so helpless. Last, you just turn away, because all you can do is move on and hope to God that the hurt will just fade away.
My name is William Turner, and I am turning away. My escape is going to be the sea. I can only drown myself in the water, in the spray from the ocean, shooting up from the sides of a ship, and hope to God that the hurt will just fade away.
Elizabeth has changed. The beautiful girl, the girl I loved, the woman I loved, the one whose sharp mind and loving touch kept my feet on dry ground and away from the water, has changed. I almost believe that one day she woke up and realized she was a blacksmith's wife--that she lived in a house that didn't have silk curtains and laced pillows--and she couldn't have all the things she wanted. The fact that we lived in a house I had built for her with my own hands, that the money we had was earned by the sweat off my back, that the way I had devoted my life to caring for her, suddenly seemed to have lost meaning. I can only offer all that I can give... and it seems that now, that is not enough for her.
She has turned back to her father. Her discontent was great enough that she has actually left our house. I don't know what I did to anger her, to fall out of her love, and to lose her laughter, but whatever it is, I have done it, and done it well. All I can think of, is that the fault of our separation is mine. Somehow, something I have done has changed her... and now there is nothing I can do about it.
I tell my daughter that it's my fault she can't always be with me. Lia is three this summer. When she runs into my shop and leaps into my arms I can catch hold of wonderful memories of contentment in my home; memories that are filling and heart warming, but fall away when the nanny steps through the door and glares, announcing that I have only a few hours with the most precious treasure in my life.
Jack once said to me that not all treasure is gold and silver. Now I know what he meant. Lia is my treasure... my only treasure now. She acts just as I remember her mother behaving, back before my darling Elizabeth began to care about image. Her eyes brighten when I tell her of the sea, of my father's bravery, of the adventures of Captain Jack Sparrow, and of a pair of lovers who fought for their right to be together. I do not tell her that Elizabeth and I wove that story in our younger years. I want to honor Elizabeth by keeping her name as pure as society wants it, and if I told my little girl all the crazy and wonderful things her mother has done, I would surely never see her again. Elizabeth would keep her from me. That's how much my wife has changed.
So now I stand here, on the cliffs of our home, gazing out into the blue and gray of the ocean that was once my sanctuary. My daughter doesn't know that I am leaving; it's probably for the better that she doesn't quite understand how different life is supposed to be. She is too young, and I fear that I'll be forgotten--erased from her life--within a month or so. For Elizabeth, and what she wants only, I am leaving. I pray it's for the better.
My name is William Turner, and I am turning away.
R&R, there's a good reader. I hope there's a section for Pirates of the Caribbean soon. It's such a great movie and I don't think it'll be long before we have more writers for it.
Turning Away: A Pirate's Return
There is something that happens when someone tells you that they used to love you. First, you're just numb, as if you can't believe they just said that to you after all you have given for them. Second, your eyes fill up with tears like your head is going to explode, and you try so hard not to give in, because you don't want it to seem like they are your world and you can't live without them. Third, you get mad. Tear things apart and erase the entire ordeal from your past mad. Mad like you want to end your own world because you are so helpless. Last, you just turn away, because all you can do is move on and hope to God that the hurt will just fade away.
My name is William Turner, and I am turning away. My escape is going to be the sea. I can only drown myself in the water, in the spray from the ocean, shooting up from the sides of a ship, and hope to God that the hurt will just fade away.
Elizabeth has changed. The beautiful girl, the girl I loved, the woman I loved, the one whose sharp mind and loving touch kept my feet on dry ground and away from the water, has changed. I almost believe that one day she woke up and realized she was a blacksmith's wife--that she lived in a house that didn't have silk curtains and laced pillows--and she couldn't have all the things she wanted. The fact that we lived in a house I had built for her with my own hands, that the money we had was earned by the sweat off my back, that the way I had devoted my life to caring for her, suddenly seemed to have lost meaning. I can only offer all that I can give... and it seems that now, that is not enough for her.
She has turned back to her father. Her discontent was great enough that she has actually left our house. I don't know what I did to anger her, to fall out of her love, and to lose her laughter, but whatever it is, I have done it, and done it well. All I can think of, is that the fault of our separation is mine. Somehow, something I have done has changed her... and now there is nothing I can do about it.
I tell my daughter that it's my fault she can't always be with me. Lia is three this summer. When she runs into my shop and leaps into my arms I can catch hold of wonderful memories of contentment in my home; memories that are filling and heart warming, but fall away when the nanny steps through the door and glares, announcing that I have only a few hours with the most precious treasure in my life.
Jack once said to me that not all treasure is gold and silver. Now I know what he meant. Lia is my treasure... my only treasure now. She acts just as I remember her mother behaving, back before my darling Elizabeth began to care about image. Her eyes brighten when I tell her of the sea, of my father's bravery, of the adventures of Captain Jack Sparrow, and of a pair of lovers who fought for their right to be together. I do not tell her that Elizabeth and I wove that story in our younger years. I want to honor Elizabeth by keeping her name as pure as society wants it, and if I told my little girl all the crazy and wonderful things her mother has done, I would surely never see her again. Elizabeth would keep her from me. That's how much my wife has changed.
So now I stand here, on the cliffs of our home, gazing out into the blue and gray of the ocean that was once my sanctuary. My daughter doesn't know that I am leaving; it's probably for the better that she doesn't quite understand how different life is supposed to be. She is too young, and I fear that I'll be forgotten--erased from her life--within a month or so. For Elizabeth, and what she wants only, I am leaving. I pray it's for the better.
My name is William Turner, and I am turning away.
R&R, there's a good reader. I hope there's a section for Pirates of the Caribbean soon. It's such a great movie and I don't think it'll be long before we have more writers for it.