Chapter Twenty-seven: Impressions and Reality

That voice… was it…? But no, it couldn't, it couldn't be… she turned around and looked at him.

"W…Will?" she looked at the man in front of her, wearing a yellow t-shirt, and blue jeans, and holding her good luck charm (so that's where it had gone…)

"Lissie…"

She ran over to him, and flung herself into his arms, and he spun her around a few times, tears of joy running pooling in his eyes, and running down her cheeks. She caressed his face, her fingers running over his goatee and mustache, then through his hair, down and wet from the rain. He leaned into her touch. "It's you…it's really you!"

This was too much for him. He kissed her, claiming her lips, his longing for her that was there for so long suddenly evaporated.

"How… how?"

"This may take a while," he said.

Lissie smiled. It was so good to hear his voice again, to be in his arms.

"Jack's here, right?" she asked.

"Yeah, he's on the dock, thinking about the Pearl."

"Hold on," she said as she pulled out her cell phone.

* * *

Beth sat on her couch, a carton of ice cream on her lap, a spoon in one hand, her remote in the other. She had been watching a sappy love movie, like she always did when she was feeling down. Titanic, one of the many romance movies with a sad ending. In fact, she was right at the sad ending when her cell phone rang, and Taffy started barking.

"Forget that," she said to herself as she took another bite of ice cream. "The voice mail will get it."

But the caller called again. Still, Beth didn't pick up her phone.

Then, the house phone rang.

"They just won't give up now, will they?"

"You've reached Beth G, sorry I can't come to the phone right now, and Cal, don't you ever call me again, and if anyone mentions Pirates, I will hurt you once I'm done crying my eyes out! Leave a message, and have a good day, depending on who you are." BEEEEEEP.

"BETH! I know you're sitting there listening to this! PICK UP THE PHONE! NOW, unless you want to live miserably—"

"What do you want, Lissie Sarah Jade?!"

"For you to get your butt over to the dock NOW!"

"Why?"

"Let's just say it's a matter of leverage, aye?"

"Lissie, I thought I told you, NEVER do a Jack impression AGAIN!"

"Impression? What are you talking about, love?"

She paused. It couldn't be him—he was just a character in a movie, a character she was engaged to.

"Bethy? You there, love?"

But she wasn't, in fact, she had ran straight out of her apartment and into her car.

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By the way, I don't own any of the songs from the last chapter, which are property to the ones who wrote them/sung them, nor do I own POTC.