Elizabeth sat in the sand on the beach, staring out into the distant horizon. The waves were pushing against her feet and the bottom of her dress was soaked, but she didn't notice. Her thoughts were miles away, somewhere out in the sea, on the deck of a black ship, with the scent of rum lingering in the air like a cloak.
Her eyes drifted closed, and immediately another pair of eyes came to mind. A shade of brown so deep they could almost be black. Twinkling with amusement, yet glinting with desire. A desire for her.
Her lips parted, and for a moment she could feel his lips descending on hers. Hungry, passionate, desperately seeking something. Moving against her mouth with a ferocity that she never experienced with Will.
Chills ran down her spine as she remembered the kiss she'd shared with him. The infamous pirate. While Will was respectable and polite, he was obnoxious and merely took what he wanted, when he wanted it. And what he'd wanted was her.
She reluctantly opened her eyes, and she found herself back in the present time, miles away from the Black Pearl, from the open sea. From him.
Elizabeth slowly stood, and shaded her eyes against the glare of the setting sun as she stared out at the water. The sea called to her, sometimes softly, sometimes with a roar, but it constantly beckoned. Beseeched her to come back.
To return to the place she belonged.
With him.