Disclaimer: I do not own POTC or any of the characters except for Mr. and Mrs. Withers. If I did, I certainly wouldn't be writing a fanfic about it.
A/N: Ok this chapter will not have any dialogue in it because basically it's just catching you up on what has happened to Elizabeth since Will left her. If you have any ideas for the story please tell me I might just use them and if I do I will give you credit for it. I will answer any questions you send me in reviews in the beginning of the next chapter. Flames are unwelcome if you don't like it don't read it. If you have anything you think I need to work on that's fine just don't plain out say you hate it or something. Looking forward to your reviews! ---Jamie
Three months. It had been three whole months since Elizabeth Turner's husband, Will Turner, left her to be captain of the Flying Dutchman, not to come back for ten more years. Well nine years and nine months now.
It had been a painful goodbye for them both. They had only been allowed one night together; of course, we all know what that night consisted of. Love, lust, pain, but it gave them the chance to be together as one. The chance to look in each other's eyes and know that they were sharing something neither one of them had ever experienced before.
It had been wonderful and awful at the same time. They knew it would be their last time to be together like that, or any other way for that matter, for a while. Also for Elizabeth, it had been full of physical pain, and her being in pain caused Will to be in pain. He couldn't stand to see her in any kind of pain and knowing he was the one causing made it even worse. He almost quit, but her begging him not to made him keep going.
Then morning came all too soon and he had to leave. It was painful, heartbreaking, and killing them both knowing that soon he would leave not to return for ten years, but it had to be done, for he had been the one to stab Davy Hones heart with the dagger his dad had giving him. Plus, we all know the Flying Dutchman must have a captain. The souls that die at sea, and there are many, have to be ferried by someone, whether they go somewhere good or bad is up to the captain, but either is better than wandering aimlessly on Earth where you no longer belong for eternity. Their goodbye had been short consisting of a few words and a kiss. That was all and then he left her, just like that leaving her with nothing but his heart, literally.
After sobbing for an hour or so, she got up and stared at the chest. She could hear the repetitive heartbeat, taunting her, mocking her, as if saying, "He's here, you just can't have him." She wanted to kick it, throw it away, something, anything to make it stop that beating but she couldn't. It was the only thing letting her have Will at all. Therefore, she picked up the chest with disdain and picked it up carrying to find a house and start a lonely life on this island, all by herself.
That had been three months ago. Since then she had gotten a little cottage facing the ocean and had settled down nicely, but unhappily. She yearned for freedom, something she couldn't have here. This place where all she could do was wait. Wait for ten years to see her husband for a night just to have it all start over again.
It had taken her a few days to find a house that was near the ocean and that was cheap. She had had to go from door to door asking people if they knew of a cottage for sale, and repeatedly she was told no. Finally, she came upon the next to the last house in the town and her hope was almost completely gone. After the there was only one house left and from the look of it the chances of them knowing of a house was thin. Still there was a chance, so she went up and knocked on the door and asked. She waited for them to say "sorry, no," but they didn't. They told her they did know of a house, that the woman's sister had moved form here about a year ago and had left her cottage to whoever needed it, but it was by the sea and a good way from town and would need some fixing up. Elizabeth couldn't be happier! It was perfect! She had hoped for a house by the sea, it was small, away from town, and the only money she would have to pay on it was whatever it would take to fix it up. She immediately said that she would take it. The woman then said that she was Mrs. Withers, or Ann, and that her husband would take them down to it when he got home, until then Elizabeth could stay and have tea with her.
When he got home, he took them to the cottage. It took a few minutes to get there and in that time, Mrs. Withers explained why it was so far from town. It seems that her sister, Julia, hated town so the farther from it the better, but soon it became a bore for her here so she left, telling the Withers that whoever asked for it first could have it. Several people had inquired about it but upon finding out how far from town it was, it never got past that. Finally, they arrived upon it. When she saw it, she fell even more in love with the house than she had just by hearing about it. It was gorgeous with all kind of flowers around it and a sandy pathway to the beach. They were right it did need to be fixed up but that would take no time at all, especially since Mr. Withers had promised to help since she was by herself.
That had been three months ago. Now the house was fixed up nice and she had even gotten a kitten form one of the families in town. She still missed Will but surprisingly she missed sailing, being a pirate, being a pirate king more. She missed the freedom, the sea mist blowing against her face, the excitement, and the adventure. She may have been brought up a governor's daughter, but her trued title was pirate and she had proved that when she had seduced Jack just to chain him to the mast and let him die so the rest of them could live and she and Will could get married as planned. Well obviously that hadn't worked as planned. They were married but she was stuck on land, the place she despised, and Will was stuck at sea, the place he despised. Plus she also missed jack, the way he could get out of any kind of trouble with his witty remarks and quick thinking and how he could make her laugh anytime, although she never let him know that.
She had stayed inside all day and it was near noon so she decided she would take a walk outside. She walked down to the beach and was surprised to see a ship coming nearer in the distance. Trying to see if she knew who it was, she sat there watching it. In a few minutes she got her answer, she did know them, very well actually. From the black sails to the black hull and no colors flying it could be none other than the…Black Pearl.