A/N:
Okay, just to make things a little clearer everything in italics is a flashback. And I just gonna to mention this right now my direct quotes from the actual movie may be off because well, I've only seen the movie once, so apologize for any incorrect quotes.
Also, meant to put this last chapter but, FYI: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or anything in regards to it. Obviously if I did I'd be writing a fourth movie rather than writing random fan-fiction. Alright so anyway on with the story...
Chapter 2:
"Elizabeth! Elizabeth, are you dead?"
"No!"
"Good!... I think I am."
I have the same dream every night now. Actually, it's more of a nightmare.
It always starts the same way. First I meet father at world's end. That was a moment I shall never forget.
Only once in my life before then had I ever felt so sad, that was when mother died. I was heartbroken. To find out your father is dead is definitely not a good thing. Words could not describe my emotions that day. I was heartbroken.
There was one thing in particular that made me feel better however. That was Will. Being held in his arms gave me great comfort as I sobbed into his chest.
Then the dream gets worse though. My father suddenly vanishes and I find myself on the Flying Dutchman. Will is there too only he is not Captain, yet.
Jack comes along with Davy's heart. He's about to stab it I can tell, but suddenly things take an unexpected turn.
Davy Jones stabs Will in the heart. He can barely breathe.
I notice Jack out of the corner of my eye. He seems shocked and sad. I've never really known Jack to have any emotions for another person and find this rather awkward. I suppose he considered Will his friend.
I find it funny that I find this part of the nightmare far worse than the death of my father. Perhaps that's because I felt the same way when it really happened.
The death of my father was awful, but at least Will was there to comfort me. When Will died I had no one. No one to grasp me in their arms and hold me as I cried. Technically, I suppose Jack did, but that was just to get me of the ship.
When I first started having this nightmare I'd wake up relieved that it was just a dream, but then I would remember that I wasn't dreaming and all the pain and heartbreak came back.
Now however, I know it's not a dream and don't even have to think twice. It's reality—horrible reality.
Awaking from yet another nightmare I decided to confront Jack about what Calypso had to do with me being able to see Will again. I'd asked him before, but he hadn't been willing to give me any answers.
I found Jack at the steering wheel of the ship, just I'd suspected he'd be.
"Jack," I begged, "Could you please tell me how you plan on saving my husband and what Calypso has to do with this whole thing?"
Jack shrugged. "When the time's right you'll know, love."
I decided to try a different approach. "As king of the pirates, I demand to know how you plan on saving Will."
"First of all, love, you can't use your authority as king to get information out of me and secondly, Will really isn't in trouble, now is he? So, how can you say he needs saving?"
I wanted to respond, but couldn't think of an argument. Once again Jack was right. Being Captain of the Dutchman wasn't hurting Will, well at least not physically, so I suppose technically, he would be just fine and therefore didn't need saving, but still... if he's as crazy about me as I am about him he needs saving from his emotional heartbreak.
"Calypso though? What good could she do?" I asked aloud, "Didn't she turn on us during the battle?"
"Think of it this way, love. Who brought Barbossa back from the dead?"
"Tia Dal... Calypso."
"So therefore who could bring Davy Jones back from the dead?"
"DAVY JONES!"
I was completely disgusted at the thought. Bringing the man who had killed my beloved Will back from the dead!? Why on earth would I want to do that?
"No, love," Jack grinned, "Davy Jones can not bring himself back from the dead. The correct answer would be Calypso, goddess of the sea."
I rolled my eyes at his stupid comment. "I know that obviously, but why Davy Jones? Why not bring Will back to life?"
"Because, Will is neither dead nor living, and someone who isn't dead can't really be brought back to life now can he?"
"No."
"Exactly!"
"I still don't see how Davy Jones fits into all this."
"It's a secret."
"WHY?"
"Because, we're in the middle of the ocean with no source of entertainment and watching you try and figure it out is rather entertaining."
I sighed. Jack could be so annoying sometimes. "Why must you torture me so?" I asked.
"Why not?"
"Is this some sort of revenge for me k... killing you?"
A frown crossed Jack's face. I could tell his death was bothering him and I quickly regretted bringing up the topic.
"Sometimes we endure pain in our lives that is far worse than revenge," he explained, the frown never leaving his face.
I silently nodded. I knew he was referring to Will's death. I knew it was bothering him. Jack appeared to have different feelings about death now than he had before his incident with the kraken.
I first noticed it when I discovered my father was dead. Upon realizing that we were still in world's end and realizing my father was indeed dead I noticed that Jack for a split second has a look of sympathy in his eyes. I don't know if it was for me or my father, but even though it didn't last long, it was there.
The second time I noticed it when we saw the dead kraken on the land. I can't exactly describe the way he looked, but I knew that somewhere deep inside his black heart Jack felt pity towards the creature.
I saw it again when Will died, only this time it was far more obvious. He wasn't even able to continue with stabbing the heart at first. He seemed dreadfully upset by Will's death. Perhaps it was because he'd spent so much time with Will. Perhaps he even considered Will to be his friend, which wouldn't honestly surprise me. Either way Jack felt sympathy towards Will and I do believe that Davy Jone's actions even shocked him.
I know it shocked me. Just as it seemed that the fight was ending, just as it seemed that everything was going to end perfectly Will died and honestly there is no man I hate more than that of Davy Jones!!!!
"Elizabeth," Jack said, causing me to leave my thoughts behind, "I... I really did like the young whelp."
"As did I."
Jack sighed. "You needn't always be so brave about this whole thing, you know."
I wasn't too sure what he was referring to, but I supposed it had something to do with my lack of emotion. Perhaps, Jack considered brave people to be emotionless, I don't know.
"I like bravery," I responded, not really knowing how to respond.
Jack laughed. "Keep telling yourself that, love."
I smiled, but then grew serious again. "Why must we save Davy Jones, Jack?"
"All part of the plan love, all part of the plan."
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A/N:
Alright, there's another chapter. Don't know when I'll be updating next, as I currently have two stories in progress, but I'll update as soon as I possibly can.
And to all my reviewers from last chapter including: catycatcat, NickiHartistheName4, LuvAngel44, Juniper, THEHUNTRESS06, E. C. Rose, Willabeth4Everx3, The Summer Breeze, jordananne, acacia59601, ficticious character, I'm Not Weird, I'm Gifted & broadwaychick07;
Thank you all for compliments and for reviewing!
I hope I didn't miss anybody in that list either and if I did I am incredibly sorry.
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