I know...I'm late. But I wasn't really in the mood to write a drabble when I came home from dance competition Saturday. Nine hours in the same building, and the loudest techo music EVER. And now I'm sick. But I'll post the other drabbles shortly!!

So anyway. My first period drabble, this one is Post-AWE. The word is waves. . I was inspired by a scene in The Return of the King.

Angst ahead! Kinda.

Disclaimer: It's always belonged to you, I mean, Disney.

Waves

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, so do our minutes hasten to their end. - William Shakespeare

A single wave cannot form landscapes, but over time, as waves come and go, even the hardest rock must make way for the ocean.

Elizabeth Turner had not lead the life she was expected to when born. She was to be put in carriages and marry a respectable man and simply be what she never wanted to be.

Elizabeth Turner became a pirate, and perhaps the strongest pirate of them all, as she survived waves too terrible to imagine.

She saw her father sail into nothingness.

She watched an old friend perish.

And, she watched her husband of mere ten minutes, die in her arms.

But he came back. And she waited for him.

She'd endured many emotional waves, and they'd shaped her. But, even the strongest rock must make way for the ocean.

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"What's it like there Will?" she asks.
It still amazes her, the way his eyes can convey so many feelings all at once; sadness, concern, wearyness and also - confusion.
"What? Where?" She smiles weakly. The question is not new, and yet, she is yearning for his answer.
"You know. There." And then, he understands, and he relates.
"I've seen it thousands of times, but I'll never grow tired of the sight." he says. Her eyes widen, and she is eager for more, yet her body is protesting. It will soon be over.
"It's such a beautiful place, and so calm, and filled with light," he finishes quietly, and she smiles again, more forced than the previous one. It is even hard to smile. Her eyes are closed.

The dinghy isn't sailing anywhere in particular - it is simply floating with the wind and the waves. Will knows that they will find her anyway. He always found them, every lost soul, even if they were at the botton of the sea. And he prays the captain, whoever he is, will find his Elizabeth as well. She is lost. He can hear her tired voice inside his head;

I couldn't bear watching you die twice.

I would really like to hear your opinions on this one! I tried not to make it too obvious, but I'm not sure if it turned out well...Please let me know!