Black. Black everywhere. I open my eyes, and find them filled with

sand. I clutch Rachel to my chest. Suddenly I remember. "Will! Will? Will!" I

sob, rocking back and forth. Bodies are all around me, Anna, Jack, Mr. Gibbs,

and..........Will. I rush to uncover the sand from his face, from his body. He is

unmoving, unbreathing, unresponsive to my sobs. My husband is dead. My

love.

I find grass and flowers, and weave them together, making a small

wreath. I weigh Will's body down with heavy rocks, then place him in the

rowboat and row him out to the water. With difficulty, I slip his body into the

water, and watch one of the people I love most drift to the bottom of the ocean,

never to be seen again.



My only comfort is that Will was where he loved most: the sea. I

bury Anna, and Jack in the same fashion, and look around for John. Strangely,

he is no where to be found. I assume the sharks got him. Two hours and

a signal later, I breastfeed Rachel. Suddenly, I spot a ship on the horizon. It is

a ship of the British Navy. I am saved.

One month later:

Norrington is kneeling before me. A ring is clasped in between his

hands. "Elizabeth, will you marry me?" Something odd posseses me. I take the

ring.