This is just one of those stories; it popped into my head when I was read HP. I wrote it to satisfy me, R&R!

Curiosity

"One word love: curiosity. You long for freedom. You want to do what you want to do because you want to do it. To act on selfish impulse. One day, you won't be able to resist. You're going to want it."

"Because you and I are alike. And there will come a moment in time when you have the chance to show it. To do the right thing."

"I love those moments. I love to wave at them as they pass by."

"One word: curiosity. You want to know what it tastes like. To do the right thing and gain the rewards that follow."

I sit at my bedroom window, thinking about what Jack told me. It's all I ever think about now, I gaze longing out to the open sea, just wanting to feel the sea breeze in my hair, and smell the salt on my hands. Everything has gone downhill since then: Will left me for some blonde that he met in Tortuga; Jack left me to go to sea again; my father had lost all his power, his house and his mind and to make things worse I am working for Lord Becket, as a maid.

One year ago I was getting ready for my wedding; I had been so sure that I loved Will; I miss him now, so much, I still love him. How easy would easy would it be to sail away from all this, just sail until I find a new life. A tear leaks from under my eyelash. I miss the adventure more than anything. I want to live again; or just be happy. How did I end up like this? What did I do wrong? I have helped so many people, who will help me? Hours pass, night falls and yet I still sit, staring. A walk, that's what I need. I stand and walk towards the door.

Night, it is so peaceful, and so cold. What have I got to live for? My friends have abandoned me, my father is a shell and I am so unhappy. No one cares enough about me to ask how I am. I look after them yet they treat me like a dog! I walk along the beach, in the surf, getting deeper, waist, neck, under water. So peaceful, quiet. Just like it should be. Like it was, before. So sweet, a childlike innocence, not knowing. That's what I want. To be a child, young, free, innocent and unaffected by the world for one reason, curiosity.

Arbitraries

Miss Elizabeth Swann

Died: 28th September 1853 midnight

Reason: Drowning/Suicide

Mr Swann wishes that a Mr William Turner and a Mr Jack Sparrow are present at the funeral on the 30th September 1853. He also wishes it to be known that Elizabeth was a very kind loving young lady that deserves to be remembered for how she lived her life, not how she died.

Wrote to keep me happy not to please others, but still reviews are nice (flames welcome).