Dear Jack,
Will and I are devestated that you weren't able to make the wedding. Of course, with different rings behind it, but I will explain momentarily. You and I have been through so much, long journeys, arguments, and different forms of rescue; but I must tell you the truth now. After rescuing you from the Kraken, all I wanted was to be with you. I know you were angry with me, for chaining you to your death, but you must believe me now when I say that I wish you had shown up at the wedding...only to stop it. I loved Will, but I do not any longer. I love someone else, and I do not have the heart to tell Will who it is.
I love you, Jack Sparrow. I love you.
I know that must have come as a surprise to you, but it's true. I will never forget the way you used to try and seduce me; and let me admit, you did a pretty good job of it. Of course, I would never let you know that...until now. I write you this letter asking you a favour. I know what you must be thinking now - "What is this favour, how could she ask something like that of me?"
But I do mean well, Jack. What I want is for you to come, to take me away, to take me out to sea, so I could be with you. I know that your one and only love is the sea, but I am afraid that my one and only love is you; and I would not be able to live without you. This life with Will is beautiful, I will admit. Stable, with a lovely house and well mannered people all around; but I want something else. I want to be surrounded by pirates, with my hair blowing out at see, and Captain Jack Sparrow in my bed. You may not want that life, but I do. Which is why I asked you to come and get me, instead of me setting out to find you myself. I do know how to captain a ship, I would find you.
After all, I would have to do is stop in Tortuga and ask where Jack Sparrow went.
This is my business, Jack. I want you. I want the pirate life for me. I am not afraid to take what I want. You should know that, as I did kiss you before leaving you to die, which I am very sorry about, by the way. I never wanted you to die. I half expected you to somehow get away and come after me; but that is only the fantasy of a little girl. So I write to you now, begging you to take me away. Will never has to know it was you, because I'm sure he would set out to kill you afterward. I could leave a note saying I left on a voyage to clear my mind. Savvy?
I love you, Jack; and I want to be with you. Now.
Love Always,
Elizabeth Turner