Surrender
Kiss
his lips.
The way I could never kiss them.
Grab him.
Make him bow, make him…
Die beneath you.
Isn't he
All you ever wanted?
Isn't he
All you ever wanted?
Isn't he?
Jack?
It's strange. I can hear her voice. Her bitter words melt on our skins.
Driving us.
Missing their target and driving us further and further towards the edge.
He kisses me.
He makes me bow.
Just as she tells him.
And if I died now,
I wouldn't care.
You wouldn't care
if you were visiting heaven
and were asked to stay there.
I feel his dirty nails clutching into
the skin on my back.
His mouth is on my neck, kissing and biting and moaning against me.
Dying.
I'm dying.
Jack? Isn't he, Jack?
God damn Elizabeth Turner
and her ghost in the conscience I do not possess.
"Will!"
Does he love her?
Does it
Matter?
I push him further to the edge.
To all edges.
I swear to the ghost of that goddamned woman I'll make her husband die and
visit her in hell tonight.
And I swear to you that I will visit you.
A thousand times for every time
You made my husband stray
And if you come to hell,
Oh you will come to hell, Jack Sparrow
I will be waiting.
So do
Do
Make him bow.
But do not forget
to pay the price to me.
I hear her voice.
I lost my will to try
And understand her.
Her words sound pretty
Like a language I do not understand.
I feel.
I feel Jack.
I can't hear Elizabeth anymore.
She's so far.
He's here. So near.
Oh Elizabeth. Forgive me.
God forgive me
If I die tonight.
Come.
Come.
Come and kill him. Take the dagger.
Take that knife.
You know you want it.
Oh how you want it, Jack!
I reach out.
To the dagger
My senses leave me
And we follow her
Oh we follow her.