Yay! A Will-Centric drabble! Warning: Will is extremly happy.
"Why do you have to go up there?" Bootstrap Bill Turner called to his son, Will. His exasperation was evident in the tone of his voice.
"Because I'll be able to see them better from here!" replied Will as he was climbing as high as he could into the sails.
Bootstrap didn't bother to tell Will that he would just have to climb down five minutes from now. You see, you simply cannot reason with a man who is about to see his true love for the first time in ten years and meet his son for the first time, especially when the said man is immortal.
As soon as Will was at the highest place on the ship possible he shouted down to the crew, "To the land of the living!"
The crew scurried to obey Captain Turner's orders for the final time. The ship dived beneath the water and a flash of green appeared before everyone's eyes.
Needless to say, being back in the living world was a bit of a shock. The air in the between realms was stale. It only existed so that the newly dead had a sense of familiarly. The atmosphere in the living world was full of smells, wind and vitality.
Will scanned the horizon. Standing on top of a grassy cliff was a woman and a boy.
Will smiled. He hadn't felt this excited since his seventh Christmas. He wasted no time climbing back down from his perch. He ran to the edge of the Dutchman and dived off the side. The moment he surfaced, he started swimming towards the cliff. If he had bothered to look up, he would have seen the woman and boy rushing down a path. Will walked up onto the beach, panting. His arms and legs felt like they were filled with lead.
"You're back! Oh thank God, you're back!" Will looked up. Elizabeth and the boy who looked to be about nine or ten years old was running towards him. While the boy looked nervous (which is understandable), Elizabeth looked in extremely high spirits.
The next moment, Will and Elizabeth were holding each other in a tight embrace. Will buried his face in Elizabeth's hair and breathed in her scent.
Both of them wanted to say something. They wanted to say that they didn't want to experience the last ten years again, to express how good it was to be together again, to question how the other was faring. But, it just wouldn't feel right to talk at this moment. There was a whole lifetime ahead to talk.
Will broke the hug and cupped his wife's face in his hands. He spent a second examining her features before kissing her. He kissed her with more passion and adore than her had ever done before. This action made a thought come to him that is common sense to most people. 'I'm alive! Damn, it feels good."
