Pairing: None, really. No slash. Just lots of angst J
Note: I never intended the story to go into so many chapters, but thanks to your great feedback I was inspired! Keep the feedback coming for this fledging writer.
Thanks to Kansas for some great song lyrics.
"1000 years could come and go but we would never change
It doesn't matter how we try our hearts remain the sameYou see how quickly distance grows, close your eyes and it appears
And we've pretended long enough, no more time, no more tears"
His eyes flew open, startling himself awake. It was the same dream he had had for two months now – the dream of Elizabeth walking away from him that day on the cliffs. As always in his dream he ran after her declaring his love for her and insisting they would marry, and as always the reality was starkly different. He hadn't run after her that day, merely stood there struggling with himself as she walked away from him and into the arms of Norrington. Will had stood outside the church the day of their wedding as they emerged. Norrington looking proud, Elizabeth smiling radiantly, Will realizing his childhood friend was gone forever. Not gone forever really, but now truly gone from Port Royal as the couple had sailed to London shortly after they had wed.
"Something happened long ago and we grew apartWe turned our heads the other way, and so we turned our hearts"
He had endured the whispers for quite a while, the stares of the towns people and even a few questions from those bold enough to ask " 'ere now, what happened with Miss Swann?" All inquires were met with silence, and after a time people stopped whispering, stopped asking, and left him alone.
"Be happy" Elizabeth had said to him. He knew where his happiness lay – with Captain Jack Sparrow aboard his ship, but did that pirate still want him? They had parted in Tortuga after that night without words – just a long lingering look from Jack before he walked out of the inn and returned to the Pearl, leaving Will sitting on the bed in a mass of confusion. Since that day Will not was sure of anything anymore, especially himself.
"But girl, I'm not blaming you and I'm not blaming me It's just the way the story goesWe grew up, but separately"
Sunset on the docks. "Another day over" Will thought, "and another day spent wondering what in the hell I'm supposed to be doing." He turned away and started walking towards the smithy, his thoughts as always a jumble. "Damn it Will Turner, be a man and get on with life. You know where your heart lies. You're the son of a pirate. It's time to start acting like one." He opened the door to the shop and walked in, his gaze immediately falling on the rack of swords, those beautiful swords that he had once created in what seemed a lifetime ago. He picked one up, remembering the last time he had drawn a sword in this shop. In that moment it became clear, clearer than things had been in a long time. Will knew what must be done to save himself and his life.
