Disclaimer: Not mine.

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I was not completely surprised when Elizabeth announced she did not love me. From the moment she accepted my proposal, there was a part of me that said she wasn't going through with it for the reasons she said. She merely wanted Turner -- now her husband -- to be safe. Although I had been suspicious of an ulterior motive, I was very sad... when she stood next to Turner and broke our engagement.

"So this is where your heart truly lies, then?"

"It is."

At their wedding, she had seemed despairing, as though she were waiting for someone... Her foray into subliminal depression began just a week later. I heard every single detail through the mouth of Governor Swann himself. Not even he could get his daughter to move from the window, where she still sits and stares with glassy eyes.

"She doesn't move!" he said once. "Every three hours she changes position, but she doesn't stand, she barely eats or drinks, she only sleeps on the window seat... I'm very worried, Norrington. And Will is, too."

When I returned home shortly after hearing this news, I laughed. I did not laugh because I found Elizabeth Turner's situation amusing, or because Governor Swann and Turner were worried... I laughed, because it was obvious what was wrong and those two didn't even suspect it.

Elizabeth was pining. For what, or whom, was also rather obvious: She wanted freedom again. She wanted to throw away what society expected of her and live a life of madcap adventures on the high seas. She wanted the world... and she wanted Captain Jack Sparrow.

This last bit of information was my favorite to know; because now William Turner II, that charming lad, will know how it feels to be rejected for someone who is ridiculously less qualified for... anything. I suppose it's Elizabeth taking my revenge for me.

And I'm still laughing.

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