Epilogue

True Love Conquers All

Elizabeth paced her cabin…she could barely hear her own thoughts over the raging storm outside. She shivered, whether from anxiety or her damp clothes from the leaking deck boards, she was unsure. Suddenly the door of her cabin opened, she turned to see the one man she didn't expect,

"Jack!...what are doing…who is at the helm?" Elizabeth voiced to a near drowned Jack Sparrow. Water pooled on the floor around his boots as he breathed heavily from the exertion taken just to get below decks alive.

"How I ever let ya talk me into this woman-Calypso's fury tis hailing down from all ends! It aint worth losing my ship…for this!"

Elizabeth surveyed the rotting wood walls around her and gave a smug smile,

"You mean this piece of drift wood you commandeered from Port San Marten…you might as well buy yourself a handkerchief to wave at Barbossa as the Pearl pulls away. What has it been now...almost 2 years since you saw her last?"

"Just biding my time love…" Jack replied, shaking the water from his hat.

"You too soon forget Captain Sparrow the reason you stand here before me today."

"Keep me doin things like dis, and I'll be back where you found me!" Exclaimed Jack as he furiously reopened the door, nearly being knocked from his own feet by the crushing waves and wind.

"Better off back in da locker, least I was in sane company!" Jack yelled into the wind as he shut the door loudly behind him, making his way slowly back to the helm. Elizabeth went back to pacing, trying to keep thoughts of doubts from seeding into her mind.

"We had a bargain!," Elizabeth finally said aloud, tears threatening to fall. On the decks of the Dutchman Elizabeth had made a deal with Calypso-to deliver Jones. She had fulfilled her part of the deal, now it was time for Calypso to make true on hers. She could tell by the raging storm outside that Calypso was not pleased with her part of the agreement, but Elizabeth could care less. What concerned her was the knowledge that Calypso cared not for rules and bargains-her wild nature played seriously on Elizabeth's mind. There was but one belief that Elizabeth clung to,

"You gave me your word…as a woman," she whispered, placing a fisted hand onto the wall for support. Suddenly a wave crashed down upon the small ship, knocking the candle from the table, rolling it across the floorboards. Elizabeth ran to grab the candle only to loose her balance with the swaying of the ship, fall, and hit her head soundly against the table.

As her eyes fluttered open she was surrounded in complete darkness. She slowly sat up, the slight throbbing in the head reminding her of the recent past events. She sat still, the ship was quiet, the storm outside seemed to have calmed. She slowly pulled a hand to her forehead to inspect the damage only to feel a cloth wrapped around her forehead. It was then she realized she was in a bed, when she faintly remembered chasing the candle across the room… no where near the bed. She pulled the covers from atop her legs to reveal yet another surprise…she no longer had her trousers on. Instead her clothes had been changed, and she was donning an oversized linen shirt.

"I'm going to kill him!" She said aloud, slowing turning her head to scan the room for her clothing. The thought of Jack Sparrow finding her unconscious on the floor, then stripping her of her clothing, doing God knows what, made her stomach practically turn inside out. She put her feet on the floor as the room started to slowly spin. Taking a deep breath in, she focused on a single chair across the room where her trousers hung. She stood and fortunately made it the few steps from the bed to the table, which she now clung to for balance. Now standing, the room began to have a blurry appearance, she dropped to her knees trying to regain some stability. As the room started to get darker the door to her cabin opened. She faintly heard her name being called as a pair of strong arms caught her before she once again met the floor.

Elizabeth once again opened her eyes to a dark room. This time she immediately took note she was back in bed again… and alone in bed at that. Right before the room faded, she swore she heard Will's voice. As the realization came to her that it was a dream, and that Calypso had forsaken her promise, she let her frustrations out in a small straggled cry covering her eyes with her hand as the tears finally began to freely flow from her hazel eyes.

"Elizabeth!" Voiced the unseen man from the chair next to the bed.

Elizabeth gasped, removing her hand to reveal Will hovering above her, concern etched over his face.

"Will!" She exclaimed. Before the man spoke another word she grasped his neck and pulled him down, crushing his lips to hers. Will eagerly returned her kiss, wrapping his arms around her small frame and pulling her closely to him. As his forehead brushed against hers, she gently pulled back with a wince of pain.

"Your wound," he gently voiced, "let me quick examine it again. Before we get too…busy." He smiled ear to ear, as he lifted himself from directly atop her, pulling her up gently with him. He propped her against some pillows on the headboard so she was sitting more upright. Then straddling her legs, facing her, he started to undo the cloth bandage around her head.

Tears filled Elizabeth's eyes again as she looked upon her husband attempting to be ever so careful removing the bandages.

"I am that rough to cause you so much pain?" He voiced with concern. She reached up and took his hands into hers,

"I thought…(she softly spoke) I thought she wasn't going to keep to her word." Will, now realizing the cause of Elizabeth's distress, gently caressed her cheek with his hand before softly claiming her lips.

"Not even the sea goddess herself could conquer our love," he whispered. Just as Elizabeth tried to deepen the kiss he abruptly ended it.

"If you keep distracting me like this we will never get this changed," he replied cheekily, as he set back to work on her bandage. A mischievous light filled Elizabeth's eyes, as she realized who really was at the disadvantage…with his hands busy.

"Distracting you say…me?" She questioned with an innocent look. Will momentarily stopped to look her in the eyes. His soulful eyes played back at hers,

"If you weren't so alluring I would have had this changed already." He mused back to her as he set back to work. Elizabeth patiently waited until he neared the end of the bandage; then faked a wince which slowed him down nicely. She could tell by the focused look in his eyes that all of his attention was on her forehead. She slowly snaked her hands to the buttons of his shirt.

"Elizabeth!" Will voiced, unable to stop her advances with his hands now thoroughly tied up in her bandage.

"Please be careful Will, my head is ever so sore." She replied, while she continued to unbutton his shirt.

"Elizabeth...(Will fumbled out, while trying to keep his hands as steady as possible while removing the last portion of her bandage), please I don't want to cause you pain."

"You are doing a wonderful job darling." She irreverently replied as she undid the last of his shirt. She momentarily pulled her hands away to both admire his physic and give him the illusion that he could continue in peace. As Will gently started to remove the pieces of cloth below the wrap, Elizabeth made her next move and moved her hand inside his shirt to caress his skin. With his hands and arms reached out above her head, it allowed her ample room to stroke the sides of his chest. Will involuntarily shuddered, his mind suddenly becoming clouded, as he struggled to focus on the task at hand.

"Elizabeth," he begged in a husky whisper.

"Would you please finish Mr. Turner, I find myself becoming inpatient." She cheekily answered as her hand traced a line down from his sternum to below his navel, ending above his belt. Will's breathing started to quicken, as he gently continued to remove the last strip of cloth which seemed to be fixed to her forehead wound. Elizabeth allowed her fingers to continue to stroke his lower abdomen, often dipping below the waistband of his trousers. She could tell by the look on his face that Will was having an internal battle on whether to continue with the dressing change over ending it all and ravishing her on the spot. As he finally removed the last of the cloth from her forehead, he was glad to see the small gash had stopped bleeding, and the bump had gone down. He then felt her hands unfastening his belt, and took her by surprise, lifting her out from under him so he had her pinned against the headboard. Her legs now straddled his waist, with the outsized shirt hanging down to reveal the swell of her breasts. His face a mere inches from hers, he smiled and kissed the tip of her nose.

"Must I restrain you in order to care for you Mrs. Turner." With that remark he raised his head to get a closer inspection of her wound, still holding her fast to him. Elizabeth, instantly saw her benefit and started to place a trail of kisses along his exposed neckline.

"There are many other areas in need for your care Mr. Turner..." she saucily replied as she tightened her legs around his waist to hoist herself up and capture his lips in a searing kiss.

This time when Elizabeth awoke the sun was peering in through the cracks of the deck boards, and the light danced off her husband's bare back. Will was fast asleep lying atop her, his head nestled in his favorite spot where her neck met her shoulder. She gently rubbed his back, marveling in the softness of his skin.

"Enjoying yourself Mrs. Turner?" Came an eerie voice from within the room. Calypso suddenly materialized in front of bed, glaring at the two of them entwined on the bed. Elizabeth quickly pulled the sheet up to cover more of Will's backside. A slight frown played across Calypso's face,

"Ya know, dat is his best part!" A wicked grin spread across her face. Elizabeth unconsciously wrapped her arms tighter around Will, relieved to feel his breath still exhaling slowly on her neck.

"I was beginning to wonder if you were going to keep to your word." Elizabeth quipped back quietly.

"He does da duty, keeps to his word. You done yours, I too keep to mine." Calypso replied with some resentment.

"Then what gives us the pleasure of your company today?" Elizabeth asked, fearing the answer, but keeping her voice steady. Her arms still tightly wrapped around her sleeping husband.

"Dis yearly meeting, tis not right with da curse!" Calypso sneered with disgust.

"If it wasn't for Will and I Jones would still be wreaking havoc on the seas safely from shore!" Elizabeth reminded, trying to keep her voice down.

"Tis why I let em come!" Calypso angrily replied. "Dat and to see him…his eyes…mourns for his woman from sunrise to sunset. Tis not right, but twas his destiny."

"His destiny was to die to fix your mistake!" Elizabeth let slip out, quickly regretting her choice of words. Calypso's anger was apparent; her eyes were grey like the sky before a storm.

"Him destiny tis not death but life! Twas not for me, he be dead, killed by da sword!" The memory of Jones's sword through Will's heart and his death flashed though Elizabeth's mind. Her lip trembled as she struggled to hold back her emotions,

"So you wish to take away what you gave us. You promised that once a year, on the day of William's birth, we would be allowed one day. One day together to make up for one year lost." Will suddenly shifted in Elizabeth's arms, letting out a soft groan as he nestled into her opposite shoulder. Elizabeth attempted to calm her breathing, as well her heart, in order to not disturb him. Calypso looked at her in question.

"He suffers our lost everyday alone; at least I have our son. The least I can do for him is offer the comfort of my arms while he sleeps, and spare him your misery." Elizabeth brought a hand up to cradle Will's head against her shoulder, looking at Calypso with utter disgust.

"I keep to my word. Not for da likes of you-but for em! His love for you-keeps em going it does. But do not forget my mercy Mrs. Turner-always remember tis I who took em from you, but tis I who will bring em back!" Calypso then disappeared before them, leaving Elizabeth in distress about the events that just unfolded. Will moved again in her arms, and managed to lift his head enough to look at Elizabeth though heavy eyes. Noting the visible anguish he kissed her lightly and repositioned them so she laid atop him.

"Elizabeth, what ever is the matter?" He groggily questioned? Elizabeth shoved the memories of Calypso out of her head, and gave Will a large smile in return.

"I was just wondering when my husband was going to awaken? After all, it has been over a year since I had him last in my bed, and he has a lot of time to make up for." Will smiled ear to ear at her comment and held her tightly.

"Elizabeth I love you, I don't know how I shall make it another year without your embrace." Elizabeth wrapped her arms and legs around him, lightly grazing his lips with hers before pulling away.

"You are in my embrace now Mr. Turner, and I tend to exhaust your abilities so today, that it will take a year just to recover." She then took his lips in a scorching kiss, and thought of the day he would never again have to leave her arms. Even though Calypso had taken away her heart, she one day would have to return it. It was true what Will had said earlier, Calypso may be powerful but her curse could never conquer the power of their love. For their love truly never could die.

Fin

Yea! Completed! Thank you again to all my readers and to those who left reviews. Your encouragement and thoughts were greatly appreciated and revered. Hope you enjoyed the story, I loved to write it! With the countless authors in love with the Pirates storyline-it truly never can die ; )