Elizbeth Swann sat on the cold wet chair, the rain pouring down on her and her tears falling softly to the ground. Her husband Will Turner had his arm around her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her but nothing was working. Around them sat the familiar faces of the towns people of Port Royal and the entire Royal Navy surrounding the people. The only sounds that could be heard were the sound of the rain falling onto the cold unforgivable ground, and the quiet soft voice of the priest recieting a short prayer. In front of him lay a large black coffin which was firmly closed. As the priest meantioned the name of the man in the casket Elizabeth's tears began rolling down her rosy red cheeks more fiercely. James Norrington sat a few seats from ELizabeth and Will with a deep expression of sorrow on his face, next to him sat Lord Cutler Beckett who was doing his best attempt to stop the small smile which he was holding in, from escaping. Will looked at his wife, whose tears had been reduced to sobs as she buried her face into his chest. He felt the deepest sorrow and regret for her, she had lost the only family she had left, he knew what it was like to have no family and believed that no one should ever have to endure the pain that he had felt. That was until he found his father, thanks to a pirate, who had caused him so much pain and so much adventure. Now he had family but Elizabeth had just lost it. The priest was finishing his prayer and Elizabeth looked up slowly.
Priest: Here lies Governor Weatherby Swann, a great man, father, husband who did everything in his power to keep our beloved town full of justice, and gave us all a sense of hope. May he rest in peace.
The priest gave a final look at the crowd, seeing their faces so depressed and drowned of hope he couldn't help but sigh he hated seeing the sad faces on people. He turned away from the crowd and slowly made his way down the steps and headed toward the church.
The crowd slowly dispersed leaving Elizabeth and Will still sitting in their seats and the rain still fallling.
Elizabeth was no longer crying and she looked up at the casket, Will was all she had left now, ever since that fateful day.
Will looked at her and sighed he hated seeing her look so sad, he wished to see that wonderful smile she had and that
sparkle in her eyes so full of laughter.
Will: Shall we go home?
Elizabeth: In a minute i would like to say a final goodbye
Will: Go right ahead, I'll be here if you need me
She looked at him and stood up she was so grateful she had a man who loved her and cared for her, as if nothing else in the entire world mattered. She stepped passed him and slowly climbed the slippery steps to where the casket was carefully placed.
Seeing the casket filled her with sadness, she took a deep breath as she approached the casket to try and keep her tears safely behind her eyes. She ran her fingers along the cold wet wooden lid of the black casket, she felt a suddenly felt guilty, she blamed herself completely for his death.
Elizabeth: I'm sorry, i never should have listened to you, i should have stayed by your side when you told me to leave
She said in a silent whisper as if only to let him hear. She stared at the casket as if waiting for a response, but when none came her tears began rolling down her cheeks. She suddenly felt an arm on her shoulder and someone pulling her into a hug. She landed in the man's chest and she could smell the familiar smell wood and sweat on his shirt. She knew it was Will and she started crying even more.
Will: Come lets go home
He took her slowly down the stairs and they walked to the house in the cold rain.
began crying
