A.N. Sorry for the delay, everything coming at me...yeah thats a rubbish excuse.

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Welcome-to-the-depths-of-mymind - Thanks! Well. I'm going on what Ted and Terry said after the release of pirates AWE; which was that the ten year curse can be broken if your love stays true for ten years. The whole thing with Davy and Calypso is that Davy thought he would be released after 10 years of servitude. But of course Calypso doesn't wait for him. So he is stuck on the sea for eternity. The scene explaining this was cut from the final release, as was apparently some other unanswered enigmas. Hope this helps a little but if not I will have another shot.lol.

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Chapter 4

The sun fell through the windows casting a small amount of light across the bed. Just enough light for a husband to watch his beautiful wife while she slept.

Will looked down at Elizabeth, she seemed so perfect, the way her hair lay in golden tresses across the pillow. Just catching the light to give the impression of spun gold. Her smooth skin had been brushed with the sun's rays. One of her arms lay above her head, the other hand she had stretching over to where Will had been lying.

Will leaned over and ever so gently he stroked the side of her face. He could not resist but too touch her, he had tried to resist touching her for so long. But temptation had given way to what he felt. His desires to be near her, to touch her, to have what had been denied for so long. The warmth of her skin against his finger tips. But as he watched her, her body just slightly rising and falling as she breathed. Her lips are slightly parted as the breath fell from her lips. Then with slight hesitation and small smile he leant down and brushed his lips across hers.

As he did, he felt Elizabeth smile. "Good morning." Elizabeth yawned as she spoke, her words slightly distorted. Will grinned as he watched her stretch her arms, her face scrunching up at her sharp intake of breath. Again leaning forward Will kissed her profusely all over face. Elizabeth giggled at his fervent kisses all over her face. She allowed her arms to collapse around Will's neck.

Will leaned back and stroked the side of her face. "You cannot possibly imagine how beautiful you

are asleep." Will uttered under his breath.

"Well I'm not usually in the habit of watching myself sleep." Elizabeth replied with mock seriousness.

She twisted in amongst the bedclothes. She pushed herself up into a sitting position. She moved forward, and taking the weight off her hands she ran her fingers through Will's hair. And gently kissed him. And then sitting up right she smiled, her hands still on Will. And she kissed him again, but this kiss was full passionate, it was the same kiss that she used to say goodbye to her husband, some ten years ago on the deserted beach. But this time it was full of the beauty of life, not the suffering of goodbye and loss, as it had been.

Elizabeth broke away leaving Will looking down upon the, Elizabeth slipped from the bed. She crossed her room, and leaning down she picked up the long bed robe, it was made of fine gold silk. On it was a beautiful floral pattern of some oriental design.

"I knew you would make it look beautiful." Will said as he twisted round to have a full view of Elizabeth as she pulled out her long hair from the robe. Elizabeth twirled in front of the looking glass that leaned on the dresser.

"Its so beautiful." Elizabeth replied still twirling around the room like a little child. It was there that Will was brought back to day that he had met Elizabeth. When she had promised to look after him, she had sat with him before they had reached the Caribbean. In those three days he had come to love her, as she told him stories, danced and acted out parts of Shakespeare. She had even sang him to sleep.

Well she had thought she was singing him to sleep, instead he was simply closing his eyes and allowing the sound of her voice to wash over him like some delicate elixir.

"It feels like rain, like its made of tears from heaven."

Will slid off the bed and snaked his arms round Elizabeth's waist, Elizabeth leaned back against him pulling his arms around her tightly. "And like rain, it falls very easily." Will replied whispering into Elizabeth's hair.

Will was pulling on his boot as Elizabeth pulled some stray hairs back into a metal clasp, Suddenly there was a thumping sound come down the corridor and the door burst open. William leapt into the room his bronzy brown hair flicking in all directions. His eyes were bright and full of joy as he looked around.

William already felt so happy upon seeing his father, such joy and the happiness he saw on his mother's face when she looked at his father. When he had woken that morning, he almost forgot that his father had come back, that he was here to see him. To be with him, to never leave him.

William jumped up onto the bed next to Will. Will grinned and ruffled William's hair and then pulled him into a tight embrace. "And what is it we are going to do today."

"OH!" Will and William turned quickly to watch Elizabeth clamp her hand to her head. "OH! Oh oh oh….I've just remembered. I was meant to be visiting Lady Brookmere. OH! I have to go. This is her house. I wouldn't go otherwise." Will could not help but smile.

"Well I will have to meet her at some point…. So why not now" Will said shrugging slightly.

"And I can see, James!" William interjected, jumping up.

"Whose James?" Will asked turning to William who now mocked parrying across the room.

"He always loses to me!" William grinned.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes and shook her head, a small smile darted across her lips. Will loved the way Elizabeth smiled her secret smile. The way she glanced down at the floor and then looked upwards as though having some comment with the heavens.

"You can show me the town." Will grinned.

Will held on tight to Elizabeth's hand allowing his fingers to lace in between hers, small butterflies flitted across the path. The sunlight fell between the branches of the trees, casting fairy like shadows across their faces, the dusty road, awash with the golden light. The small sound of humming grass-hoppers in the neighbouring fields.

He was reminded of that summer after he and Elizabeth had declared their love for each other, they had walked for hours across some beaten track, the sun had been dry, the sky was clear and all that could be heard was the infrequent sound of the birds with their pretty music. He remembered the way Elizabeth had woven her arm around his. Her head resting on Will's shoulder, they had barely spoken. But then they never had to speak, just being near her. The feel of her touch to his finger tips, the smell of the flowered water that she wore. She had been carrying her dainty buckled shoes and the white stockings, she has taken them off when they had started walking and she had untied her hair. She appeared the perfect vision of loveliness.

He now watched William as he danced across the track, just occasionally glancing back at his parents, capturing the image of innocent bliss in his mind.

Will glanced up at the heavens, saying a silent prayer of thankfulness that he had this, this moment within his mind.

Elizabeth twisted her head turning to face Will, "Don't get the wrong idea, about 'Lady' Brookmere. She's just stupid, highly pretentious. Her nephew James is lovely. He is the same age as William and they get on so well. And well Brookmere doesn't like him to mix with the wrong crowd. And I think we only just make to 'right'." Elizabeth explained.

Will nodded. And then breathing deeply he took in the soft scent of the summer air.

They wondered through the little village, Elizabeth observed the look of wonderment on Will's face, and the she remembered, ten yours without the mundane ness of life. The clattering of the market, the food sellers with their barrows of fresh fish and fruit, calling all and sundry to buy their stock.

"HORSE SHOES, LOCKS AND SWORDS!" Will glanced up as he heard the sound of that old call.

Will began to walk towards the forge, pulling Elizabeth behind him Will trailing to his side. "May I see your swords?" Will asked as he reached the smithy. He was a large man, sweating, his thinning hair sticking to his broad forehead, his black apron stained with dust and age.

"Certainly Sir." He replied, his voice colloquially touched. He guided the small troop into the forge and lead them over to his work bench where several objects covered by a large dusty cloth. He revealed a selection of bright, new swords, they all had gold filigree in the handles, with fine blades.

Will leaned over and picked up one of the swords, and began to throw it from one to the other, allowing the sword to role through his fingers, he twisted it around letting it flow like silk.

"Quite the swordsman, if you don't mind me saying so sir." The smithy gleamed.

Elizabeth sidled up to Will's side. "It's what comes of practicing three hours a day."

Will promptly replaced the sword on the bench. "Excellent workmanship." He spoke quietly with a small smile littering across his face.

A.N. Thanks so much for reading I will get the next chapter up quicker. :)