A Willabath story. Please Enjoy.

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Elizabeth Turner was kneeling on a beach.

She was sad, but she wasn't going to shed any tears. She was going to stay strong, and in ten years, she would see him again. A decade, she thought. Ten years is a decade. A decade until I see Will again.

She walked into the mass of trees. There were hardly any animals(and the ones there were just birds) , on the small islands the Caribbean had such a large quantity of. So it was a rather pleasant shock when a small and scruffy dog wagged it's tail as it timidly approached. Elizabeth was also rather shocked to see that it bore a striking resemblance to the dog who had held the keys to the Port Royal Prison, and had most recently held the keys to the coveted writings of Morgan and Bartholomew; the legendary Pirate's Code.

Of course this automatically reminded her of the Bretheren Court, and their battle with the East India Trading Company, and Davy Jones. This brought her thoughts back to her beloved Will, and the small smile she she had made at seeing the small puppy, was wiped away. Don't cry, she thought.

The small dog whined. "Are you having a bad day?" She asked, sympathetic. " Me, too."

She walked through the trees to the beach on the other side of the island. As she walked towards the small boat that the Pearl's crew had lent her so she could get to the said island, the small dog followed her. It jumped into the boat as she rowed back to the awaiting ship.

Jack was waiting impatiently for her at the helm. "We've got to go, love."

"Go? Go where?" If Jack wanted to be impatient with her, she could give it right back to him.

"Brethren Court. Make sure the said bunch of pirates are still. . . alive, as it were. Savvy? Now, no more questions. Just listen." Jack leaned toward her and widened his eyes, which were already quite dramatic looking thanks to the large amounts of kohl. "They are looking towards their King to lead. And please, don't do anything stupid. I know you won't want to stay long, but don't let them see you sneaking out. Wait for the opportune moment."

Elizabeth arched an eyebrow at him. "I don't think I'm the one who needs lessons on how to behave themselves."

Her expression was so much like the one she had worn around the time they first met that Jack, for an instant, was reminded of back when Elizabeth was a refined member of the high society. He nearly gagged at the thought, and was swept in a moment of appreciation for the Pirate King's much changed life style.

He smiled, his golden tooth glinting at the light that still remained, despite the fact the sun had sunk beyond the horizon.

The scruffy hound Elizabeth had seen in the mop of trees on the island yapped suddenly at Jack's feet. "Hello doggie. Something of yours?"

"No. . . I don't know who's he or she is." Elizabeth picked it up. "Lets take it with us."

In Shipwreck Cove, the Pirate Lords were silent as they waited for their king to speak. Elizabeth didn't really know what to say, so she took a deep breath, and decided to think like Jack, and go with dramatics and embellishment.

"We now convene the fourth Brethren Court, continued. We are here to celebrate our victory, and acess the lossess, and, most importantly, fill you in on what has happened that has changed a legend that I am sure you are all fimiliar with. As the last is the most pressing, we'll discuss that one first."

Here Elizabeth paused. She swallowed deeply, knowing that she would have to discuss Will at some point.

"Davy Jones is no more."

A round of gasps and loud murmuring went in a wave around the room.

"His heart was stabbed by my husband, William Turner. He is now the captain of the Dutchman. That is why the Dutchman helped us. The souls of those who die at sea will be safe in his hands."

She paused and the remaining guard of Sri Sumbajee spoke up for his Lord. "But are we in Calypso's?"

Discussion broke out among the Pirate Lords. Jack, just a little to Elizabeth's right, shifted uncomfortably.

He spoke up. "I think we are. Calypso got what she wanted. Davy Jones returned to her, savvy. She just decided to leave us all by our onesies. That doesn't mean she wants us dead. Necessarily."

Gentleman Jocard shouted, "It's not possible! Of course she wants us dead!"

"Not probable!" Jack smiled in an infuriating way, holding up a dirty finger. "Improbable, not impossible!"

While Jack was distracting them, Elizabeth sneaked outside, reveling in the salty air, especially compared to the stifling room she had just left.

"Oh, Will."

"He'd be here if he could, Lizzie." Jack had also slipped out as the pirates argued amongst themselves. His eyes had sadness in them, for his friends, both the one doomed to ferry the souls of the dead for a decade, and the one who was completely lost even though she was standing in front of him.

"I know. But that doesn't make it any easier. I just thought. . . ." She broke off, gazing at the ocean, dark by now.

"That you'd be married by now? Oh, wait, different occasion." He smiled faintly at his own joke. "I know it isn't any easier, but life goes on, Lizzie. He'd want you to live. Will would want you to live life."

Tears filled up Elizabeth's eyes at Jack's words of wisdom. "Thank you, Jack." She smiled at him.

And true to Elizabeth's promise to herself, despite her watery eyes, not a single tear fell.