This is a rather dark piece I wrote for my own enjoyment. After thinking about it, however, I thought of Miss Elizabeth Swann and her possible suitors. It is rather depressing, so beware. This piece is set after the third movie, when Jack is back, Will is well, Will, and the former Commodore has repented.
The Choice
The ivory candle's flame flickered with each breeze that passed it by. People were huddled around it's light, trying to read a letter that had come to them in the early morning by a youthful messenger. Each unknowingly held their breath, fearing the ebony ink written words that flowed so well across the yellowed piece of parchment. The letter was from her, the elusive maiden that had captured so many hearts and held them captive. She was the woman, and the three men who read her words by candlelight didn't want their hearts to be freed. With her flamboyant signature came their breath. She had chosen another. One whom no one knew but all feared. She wrote she could not choose between the three mortals, but a force stronger and more elusive than her beckoned, and she came. The three all shed a tear, knowing they were powerless, the place where she went no man could dare tread. The metal in her hand was cool, and her pale hand shaky as she brought it to her head. With a single motion it was all over; and the demon inside her led her by the hand into the black oblivion that was her choice.