ok. I made this before but...I'm redoing it. lol. cuz it started off bad and theres somethings I needed to change so...here.
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'tis done
'tis over
There is no more 'Elizabeth and I'
Only 'Elizabeth' and only 'James'
Two separate beings from each other
Once in love, now no longer
There is no 'we'
Only 'her' and 'I'
The 'us' is gone from our vocabulary
Our world together is no more
'tis done
'tis over-'tis dead
like my heart
I do not feel happiness nor regret
Only sorrow and lonliness
I do not know if I shall love again
If I do, it should be a miracle
For I loved you more than anything
But you had to let me go
Now,
'tis done
'tis over
Norrington sat in his living room in front of the fire, once again, thinking of Elizabeth. He couldn't get her out of his mind. That's why he wrote all his poetry about her. He just couldn't stop thinking about her. Couldn't simply accept the fact that she was gone.
'Ever since Turner came along and stole my woman, she hasn't spoken to me. Not once. She hardly acknowledges my existance. Am I really that bad of a person to be lost to a blacksmith and then forgotten about entirely? I think not! But it's not entirely her fault. It's that bloody Will. If he hadn't have come along, Elizabeth would still love me. We could have had a family, little Jameses and Elizabeths scurrying all over the house. But alas, bloody Turner had to come along and ruin our future. Damn you to the depths, Turner!'
Norrington's eyes flashed with rage and jealousy. There were reflections of the fire in his eyes and anyone could have sworn that the flames were from his rage. Only one year had passed since Elizabeth left him for Will, but the pain had not gone away. Still here he sat, doing nothing but gaze into the fire, blaming his problems on everyone but himself.
'No! It was Jack's fault! If he had never come to Port Royal in the first place, NONE of this would have ever happened! After Elizabeth fell over the edge of the fort, my men could have saved her, and since she was unconcious she wouldn't remember who saved her and I could be given credit! We could have been wed the very next day! But no, Jack had to save her and then Will had to save her from the blood thirsty pirates and make her fall in love with him. Bloody, idiotic, stupid Turner.'
He was a pirate after all. And before that a blacksmith. He couldn't comprehend why she loved him so much.
'Why a blacksmith? Why a pirate? Why Turner?'
-----Elizabeth's POV-----
She was happy with Will. After the adventure with Jack Sparrow last year, Will had become an un-official pirate. They both considered him a real pirate but they didn't let anyone know this for fear of him being hanged. Everyone else just thought of him as a merchant sailor, a good respectable man who obeyed the law. Just like his father.
Will longed to be on the open waters. He was seldom off them and when he was, he was always craving them, wanting to be out sailing and discovering new, uncharted islands. He also wanted to find the dreaded Isla de Muerta where their last adventure had been. Elizabeth would not permit this.
There had been rumors that Barbossa was still there and that his spirit haunted the island. La Isla de Muerta was an island that could not be found except by those who already know where it is and its name meant 'Island of Dead' after all. His monkey was supposedly there too and guided Barbossa's spirit to the occasional approaching ship who was lucky enough to find the island and seeked Cortez's gold. No one ever came back from voyages that left for La Isla de Muerta who had actually found it.
She once didn't believe in ghost stories. That's because none of them had ever been proven true. Last year, however, left her in fear of every ghost story she heard, truly believing that they could be true. She hadn't believed the tale Captain Barbossa told her while on board The Black Pearl last year and that had been proven to be true, in the most terrifying way, why should others not be true all the same?
Either way she was still haunted by the memories of the cursed pirates. Even though all that had been captured after the curse was lifted had been hanged, their lifeless bodies thrown into the sea, she still had the nightmares and the notion that something like this could very well happen again.
She tried not to think about it. She often thought of Will to relieve her fears. She wished for a child. They both did. But her father did not approve of this. He had said that it had been too early yet. 'They had just been married after all. Only four months ago.' Well if you asked Elizabeth or Will, they would say that only one month would have been enough time, but her father was relentless.
They wished to get away, leave Port Royal and only come back secretly. They longed for another adventure like the one from last summer, but, of course, a lot less terrifying. Maybe once they left, if they left, Will could get branded as a pirate and maybe she could even become a pirate herself! This her father, she knew, would not approve of. But once they ran away, if they ran away, who was going to stop them? Her father surely would not send the Royal Navy out looking for her...again.
At least she hoped not.
They were on board the ship that Will had bought with the wedding money. They named it The Longing. It was an odd name for a ship, but they had come up with the name because they both longed for so many things that they could not have and thought that this way, aboard The Longing, maybe they could get what they wanted.
"Will?" Elizabeth broke the silence of the breazy summer day.
"What?" Will was staring out to see, leaning against the mast.
"Can we get away? From Port Royal, I mean? I want to get out of here and hardly ever come back. It brings back too many fearful and depressing memories that I don't want to have any longer. I want to start life somewhere else and start a family. With out consenting my father first."
That was what Will had been wanting to hear for a long time.
"You don't know how long I've wanted to get away. I have no importance in Port Royal. It wouldn't bother me if we ever came back. When do you want to go?"
"I don't know. But some time soon. I'm sick of waiting around for my father to finally approve of us. He never will. We both know that. I just want to leave."
"Me too. Well, we're going to need to get lots of supplies. I think we could be ready to leave in about three days if we really pushed it."
"Good. I have a feeling that Port Royal is not going to be the happy little town it used to be if we stay any longer."
He kissed her and then started barking orders to the crew to pull up the anchor and be ready to head back soon.
'And so it begins.'
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ok... FYI: Norrington 'wrote' that poem as if he truly believed that Elizabeth loved him back. -cough-crazy-cough- anyways...review please! thanks!-pirate blondie