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a/n: written out of sheer boredom plus the fact that I can't get enough of Pirates 3. I want to see it again and again and again… So here's my take on Elizabeth's thoughts at the end of those ten years. Nothing special, just for fun.
Today's the day I get to see my beloved again. Once more my husband will return to shore to be with me, and with our son. For the past ten years I've been waiting, and have remained faithful to him, unlike the goddess Calypso. I have kept his heart with me at all times, for it belongs to me, and mine to him.
Today's the day. Finally my son will be able to meet his father, to see the man I call husband. Finally he will be able see for himself that there really is a Flying Dutchman, and that his father is alive. All his life, young William has been hearing people tell him that his father is dead, or not coming back, or else he'd be here with his wife, raising his child. Poor William has heard countless times people calling his father a good-for-nothing blacksmith who left his family. Only a few people actually know the truth, and have been constantly feeding him the truth with stories of his father's adventures. William has been holding on to that truth. That his father is not really a blacksmith, but a pirate. And a good man; no, a great man.
William looks up to his father so much, and he's never even met him! It makes me cry. Sometimes at night, I unlock the cabinet where I keep the chest hidden, take it out, and put my ear against it, just to hear the sound of his heart beating. Last night I didn't take it out, though. I kept it locked away, because I knew I'd be seeing my husband soon.
Up is down and down is up.
Little William was so excited when I woke him up early this morning. It was still dark outside, but he could not wait. He got dressed, making sure he looked his best, and followed me down to the sea. It was starting to get light outside.
The sunrise. The flash of green.
I can still see that flash of green in my mind from ten years ago. And I will spend the rest of my life waiting for it again and again.
Ten years.
The Flying Dutchman needs a captain.
Ten years.
The captain can only step foot on land once every ten years.
And I will wait, I will wait, I will wait.
Today's the day.
The sun is rising now. I squeeze William's hand, and he grins at me. And then, we wait, our eyes both glued to that horizon, to the rising sun.
The sunrise.
A flash of green.
And then, a ship appears on the horizon, its captain standing tall, staring out at the shore line, searching for his bride.
It seems as if the Dutchman does not take long to reach shore, but during that short time, his eyes meet mine, and we stare at each other from afar, both smiling that stupid dream-like smile that young lovers have for each other.
And then, just like a dream, I'm in his arms once more.
Until sunset.
We have until sunset to be in each other's arms.
Until sunset.
Little William has until sunset to be with his father.
And then, once sunset comes, we wait, we wait, and we wait.