Hey, I guess a lot of you didn't like the whole Aletté/Will thingy. Well, all your reviews made me think. I looked at my story plans and decided, you know what? I don't like it either!

I'm loving all the feedback, its great. Oh and by the way, Elentari II, I'm going to finish up Morgan Land really soon I promise!

I write all my stories in my notebook before typing them out and uploading them, but since my story goes on for pages upon pages with Aletté/Will, some chapters may have to be written impromptu, like this one here. So please cut me some slack and point out any errors you might find. I'll be happy to make adjustments!

Well, thanks for all the reviews. Replies are at the end of this chapter.

On with the show!

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Elizabeth sat on her balcony, the evening sun peeking through the slim tree trunks, illuminating her dirty blonde hair. She smiled at the sleeping child that lay in her arms, wondering how life had ever existed without her husband and son. It seemed so long ago, those days when Will Turner was merely a dream, a wing and a prayer, a wistful sigh of girlhood dreams. And now, he was a reality. A wonderful, unimaginably perfect reality.

The door creaked open slowly. Will entered, smiling at the sight of his wife in the midsummer's air. She looked so… he couldn't describe it. Like a goddess but at the same time, a humble mother. The mother of his child. The sun was streaming in behind her, making her slender form look more like a glowing angel than a daughter of the earth.

Then he felt something change in his heart, some memory awake within him. He realised how little they had been alone together since they had married. His heart stirred with a rekindled spark of such an undying love as what had caused him to utter his marital vows.

He realised, suddenly, that what he'd felt for Aletté wasn't love- it was pity. He wanted her to have someone who would take care of her, who would look after her in times of need. He wanted to free her from the endless replay of loneliness and pain that was her wretched day-to-day existence. And though he desired very much to fulfil this need himself, he knew she was not the one he loved.

Or perhaps he did love her, but not the way he loved Elizabeth.

"Elizabeth…" Her name floated off his tongue like air. It seemed, to him, as natural as breathing. Her kiss was like oxygen, something he had missed, he knew. And the one kiss that they shared at that moment showed him just how much he had missed it.

He wanted to help Aletté. He wanted to provide a home and a better life for her. He wanted to give her a chance at life- the one she had never gotten because of the cruelty of fate and fortune.

He smiled. It was all clear. For once in the life of William Turner, everything was black and white, not tapering shades of grey or indistinguishable patches of love-sick clouding haze. He kissed his wife again and lead her back inside, listening to the soft murmurs of his child as he slept.

This was his heart.

He knew now, this was his everything.

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REVIEW REPLIES:

Elentari II:

You think you're rooting for Morgan? That's cool. I wont actually say who I'm rooting for, as I think its best to try remaining neutral. But don't worry, there's some really weird, awkward scenes coming up that involve islands and being stranded.

I agree, Jack is a bastard. Just a really, really, really, ridiculously good-looking bastard. And I took your advice on Will's situation. Thanks a bazillion.

I'm going to update Morgan Land's Diary as soon as possible (probably today!). Thanks a bunch for reviewing!

-SQ

Erin Richards:

Its kind of ironic how Jack is always alone though he doesn't practise any self control, whereas Will, the faithful darling that he is, always has a girl by his side. Two, at that.

And the whole Meryl/Morgan thing has an interesting twist coming. A really interesting twist.

I cant thank you enough for always faithfully reviewing. I stand by my statement, your story is the best on the site. Thanks again!

-SQ