Elizabeth ran up the stairs of her fathers home, water dripping down her dress. Tears began flowing donw her cheek but she did no attempt to stop them. Will watched his wife run up the stairs, the sight of her, with her hair uncontrobably flying around her face, her cheeks red and pale, her eyes red and sore from the tears she cried, her dress soaked from the rain which she continued to sit in. He watched her run into her room and slam the door behind her as an act of grief. No longer baring to watch her door for any signs that she would be coming down any time soon, he walked down the once lively bustling corridor toward his room on the ground floor. There he colapsed on his bed after changing from his wet clothes, and drifted into a deep sleep.

Elizabeth ran into her room and headed straight for her window, she threw open the curtains and opened the window. She silently watched the horizon as the rain continued falling, and the trees blew around furiously. She breathed in the smell of the sweet caribbean sea air, it conforted her slightly but couldn't fill the hole where her father once occupied in her heart. She felt a sense of guilt knowing that if she hadn't listened to her father when he told her to run and hide, he would still be here, standing next to her. She slowly walked away from her window and went to her closet where all her dresses and corsets were kept, she picked out a small thin dress and changed into it, before resuming her spot by the window. She continued to glance out of her window, not wanting to look toward where her father's cofin currently lay, but couldn't help but find her eyes once again upon it. She sighed her eyes no longer filled with tears. After tsaring out of her window for a few hours, she headed toward her desk, and opened the first draw as she sat down. Inside hidden by a few forgotten piles of paper work was her diary.

She took it out, and softly ran her fingers over the cover, inside held her memories, memories sometimes she wished she would forget, and other times she wished she could relive. She carefully peeled back the cover and instantly began absorbing herself in her lost and forgotten memories.

Will woke up suddenly, he could hear the sounds of something hitting against the side of the house, he headed over to his window and carefully opened them, it was still raining. He glanced up and felt the rain soak his rain, ignoring it he noticed that Elizabeth's window was opened and was blowing about quite a bit. He sighed and closed his window before heading to the door. He walked up the stairs slowly as not to disturb ELizabeth, he knocked gently on her door, but when no response came he fianlly opened the door and walked in. He found her sitting at her desk asleep with her head on the table and a book opened to a page, a few fresh tears marks left on the page.

He headed to the window and gazed out, as she had done a few hours ago, hoping to see what she saw. All he saw was the bustling streets of Port Royal, and the ships docked in the harbor. He sighed once again realsing he would never see what she saw, and closed the window. He approached her, he reached his hand out, to wake her, but stopped himself.

Will: I best let her rest

He said softly to himself. He picked uo the book she was reading and was about to close it when curiousity got the best of him and he glanced at the page she was on. Which had a few tear marks on it, but the handwritten, which he knew was ELizabeth's was untouched. Wondering what on this page would cause her to cry, he glanced at it, seeing the words Will and Jack on the page. He decided to read it,
what did it matter to him now? She had picked him after all.
He took the book and sat in the center of her freshly unmade and untouched bed, within minutes he was absorbed.