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.
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.
