A/N: So why did Elizabeth black out? We'll have to find out...
Reviewers kudos at the end.
Disclaimer: Yeah, well, I can't be arsed. If you don't know it by now, I don't care.
2nd August- Elizabeth's Diary
I still can't believe it. I really can't. After I blacked out, I fell into nightmares where the image of Will lying in a pool of his own blood predominated. It is an image I will never forget. Jack, kneeling beside Will, Will's blood all over him, and then Tom, running towards the man who'd done it, telling Jack to watch out... And the shot. And then Jack shooting and then chaos.
When I came to, I looked about me, the battle was being cleaned up. I crawled over to where Will's blood still lay in a congealing pool. Then a groan distracted me. Tom! The gunshot was a ragged hole in his chest. I knelt over him and pulled him into my arms "Hello, Fiona," he smiled and coughed bright red blood. "I'm afraid that bullet had my name on it," "No, Tom..." I started to cry, silent tears. "Please forgive me." "Forgive you for what? For being a good friend? For letting me have it straight?" he chuckled, blood trickling down his chin "Fiona. If I had asked you, on that night, and there hadn't been all this going on, would you have said yes? Would you have come to my bed?" "Tom, it would have been my greatest pleasure," I told him sincerely. "And... I do love you," "I love you," he said simply, and reached up to my face. I kissed his hand. It fell away, and I looked. His eyes were closed. His breathing no longer sounded. "No, no," He opened his eyes, just a crack, "Goodbye Fiona," I kissed his face, and his ragged gasps stopped. For good. I bent over him, and wept. All the tears that I have managed to keep bottled up so far, I wept. I sobbed as Gibbs came and murmured a prayer for the dead, and then he unclasped my hands and handed me a handkerchief. "Dry your eyes lass, and come see him off," And I did, standing there until his body floated into the depths of Davy Jones' Locker. Tears again mirrored my eyes, but I blinked them back. Tom wouldn't have wanted me to cry. He would have laughed that I was wasting so many on him. "May you have fair winds, and a full bottle of rum wherever you go," I muttered. Then
Anamaria placed a hand on my shoulder. "Come with me," In Jack's private cabin, where the bed and his private oddments lay around the place, was Will. On the bed. His face was grey. I rushed to his side. "Will," "He's quite weak," Anamaria told me "He lost a lot of blood," I looked at the bandage on his left hand. Anamaria held up her hand, and bent down the little finger and the one next to it. "The man missed, got him in the hand. I've patched it up as best I can. It's a good thing really, he'll still be able to work." I knelt beside him. After all this, here was my man. I went to sweep a lock f his hair out of his face. He grabbed my wrist. I gasped. He looked at me dopily "Elizabeth," he smiled and moved his hand to hold mine. I gripped it. "Yes," I replied quietly "Don't worry Will, I'm watching over you," He smiled, and closed his eyes. "I told you not to come back," "Yes, but then you wouldn't be here. I don't know what happened, but..." maybe now wasn't the opportune moment. "But I'd never abandon you love," "Maybe that's good," he murmured. I squeezed his hand. "Get some sleep. I need to talk some things through with Jack," I let go of his hand and planted a kiss on his forehead. Anamaria had left the room. I also left. She was standing outside the door. "He's asleep again," I told her, and she nodded. Then I went up to the wheel, where Jack was standing, watching the clearing up process. "He's O.K," I told him, and he merely nodded "That Tom. He was a good man. I watched him be given to the sea," he said. He motioned Gibbs to take over and took me to his little office, with the desk full of papers and empty bottles. "Yes. He was a fine man." I looked at the floor "I think he would take a bullet for anyone. But... I think you especially." "Why?" Jack furrowed his brow "Because you were dear to me. And I was dear to him," I gulped back the tears that were threatening. "You must be hurting badly." He said it quietly. "I could see he was a favourite to you." I sniffed and wiped my eyes "He was. I loved him like he was a brother," "I know what it is to loose a close one." He laid a hand on my arm, "You are a strong woman. And I think Tom would be proud of you," "Really?" "Yes. Coz yer can take anythin'" he smiled, and then gave me a brotherly hug. I let him, and stood there, crying softly. He pulled away. "Enough o' that Miss Elizabeth. You're getting' me shirt wet," I smiled at that and sniffed. He smiled back and then said. "Now love, don't feel guilty." That made me laugh. He touched my arm, and left. I followed.
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3rd August
I slept in late today. Anamaria says that my mind's exhausted from all the bull shit it's had to put up with. Her words, not mine. My first chore was to see how Will was. He seemed to be quite happy in himself. We sat and had a long talk. It was like everything we had kept to ourselves in the past few months was pouring out. It was freeing in its way, and there were tears, and some laughs. Then Will slept again.
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8th August- Will's Journal
Today I'm trying my hand again. It's harder though, as I am left handed. However, Jack says he has known many fine pirates that lived without fingers, so I must be patient. Today, as it was also the first day I got up, I had to talk to Jack. He wanted to know everything, and hauled me into his office to talk privately. He cracked out to bottles and waved one in my general direction. I declined and sat in the chair opposite Jack. He pulled out a cracked leather book and licked the nib of a pencil. "Don't look so surprised whelp," he caught sight of my face, "I need a record of this. To warn others." "No, I didn't know you could write," I smiled wryly and settled my arm, which seems to be doing its own thing at the moment. I can't make it obey. Anamaria says it's recuperating. I think it's a nuisance. Jack pulled a face "Don't go shouting it around mate." He wrote, in a large bold flowing hand, 'Account of the Lady Kismet mutiny, recorded by Capt. Jack Sparrow, from the words of Will Turner' he took a leisurely swig from his bottle and then motioned with it for me to continue. I watched my words form on the page as I began.
A/N: And I'll leave it there. Heh heh. Kudos and killer rabbits to Tricksters-daughter,
Reviewers kudos at the end.
Disclaimer: Yeah, well, I can't be arsed. If you don't know it by now, I don't care.
2nd August- Elizabeth's Diary
I still can't believe it. I really can't. After I blacked out, I fell into nightmares where the image of Will lying in a pool of his own blood predominated. It is an image I will never forget. Jack, kneeling beside Will, Will's blood all over him, and then Tom, running towards the man who'd done it, telling Jack to watch out... And the shot. And then Jack shooting and then chaos.
When I came to, I looked about me, the battle was being cleaned up. I crawled over to where Will's blood still lay in a congealing pool. Then a groan distracted me. Tom! The gunshot was a ragged hole in his chest. I knelt over him and pulled him into my arms "Hello, Fiona," he smiled and coughed bright red blood. "I'm afraid that bullet had my name on it," "No, Tom..." I started to cry, silent tears. "Please forgive me." "Forgive you for what? For being a good friend? For letting me have it straight?" he chuckled, blood trickling down his chin "Fiona. If I had asked you, on that night, and there hadn't been all this going on, would you have said yes? Would you have come to my bed?" "Tom, it would have been my greatest pleasure," I told him sincerely. "And... I do love you," "I love you," he said simply, and reached up to my face. I kissed his hand. It fell away, and I looked. His eyes were closed. His breathing no longer sounded. "No, no," He opened his eyes, just a crack, "Goodbye Fiona," I kissed his face, and his ragged gasps stopped. For good. I bent over him, and wept. All the tears that I have managed to keep bottled up so far, I wept. I sobbed as Gibbs came and murmured a prayer for the dead, and then he unclasped my hands and handed me a handkerchief. "Dry your eyes lass, and come see him off," And I did, standing there until his body floated into the depths of Davy Jones' Locker. Tears again mirrored my eyes, but I blinked them back. Tom wouldn't have wanted me to cry. He would have laughed that I was wasting so many on him. "May you have fair winds, and a full bottle of rum wherever you go," I muttered. Then
Anamaria placed a hand on my shoulder. "Come with me," In Jack's private cabin, where the bed and his private oddments lay around the place, was Will. On the bed. His face was grey. I rushed to his side. "Will," "He's quite weak," Anamaria told me "He lost a lot of blood," I looked at the bandage on his left hand. Anamaria held up her hand, and bent down the little finger and the one next to it. "The man missed, got him in the hand. I've patched it up as best I can. It's a good thing really, he'll still be able to work." I knelt beside him. After all this, here was my man. I went to sweep a lock f his hair out of his face. He grabbed my wrist. I gasped. He looked at me dopily "Elizabeth," he smiled and moved his hand to hold mine. I gripped it. "Yes," I replied quietly "Don't worry Will, I'm watching over you," He smiled, and closed his eyes. "I told you not to come back," "Yes, but then you wouldn't be here. I don't know what happened, but..." maybe now wasn't the opportune moment. "But I'd never abandon you love," "Maybe that's good," he murmured. I squeezed his hand. "Get some sleep. I need to talk some things through with Jack," I let go of his hand and planted a kiss on his forehead. Anamaria had left the room. I also left. She was standing outside the door. "He's asleep again," I told her, and she nodded. Then I went up to the wheel, where Jack was standing, watching the clearing up process. "He's O.K," I told him, and he merely nodded "That Tom. He was a good man. I watched him be given to the sea," he said. He motioned Gibbs to take over and took me to his little office, with the desk full of papers and empty bottles. "Yes. He was a fine man." I looked at the floor "I think he would take a bullet for anyone. But... I think you especially." "Why?" Jack furrowed his brow "Because you were dear to me. And I was dear to him," I gulped back the tears that were threatening. "You must be hurting badly." He said it quietly. "I could see he was a favourite to you." I sniffed and wiped my eyes "He was. I loved him like he was a brother," "I know what it is to loose a close one." He laid a hand on my arm, "You are a strong woman. And I think Tom would be proud of you," "Really?" "Yes. Coz yer can take anythin'" he smiled, and then gave me a brotherly hug. I let him, and stood there, crying softly. He pulled away. "Enough o' that Miss Elizabeth. You're getting' me shirt wet," I smiled at that and sniffed. He smiled back and then said. "Now love, don't feel guilty." That made me laugh. He touched my arm, and left. I followed.
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3rd August
I slept in late today. Anamaria says that my mind's exhausted from all the bull shit it's had to put up with. Her words, not mine. My first chore was to see how Will was. He seemed to be quite happy in himself. We sat and had a long talk. It was like everything we had kept to ourselves in the past few months was pouring out. It was freeing in its way, and there were tears, and some laughs. Then Will slept again.
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8th August- Will's Journal
Today I'm trying my hand again. It's harder though, as I am left handed. However, Jack says he has known many fine pirates that lived without fingers, so I must be patient. Today, as it was also the first day I got up, I had to talk to Jack. He wanted to know everything, and hauled me into his office to talk privately. He cracked out to bottles and waved one in my general direction. I declined and sat in the chair opposite Jack. He pulled out a cracked leather book and licked the nib of a pencil. "Don't look so surprised whelp," he caught sight of my face, "I need a record of this. To warn others." "No, I didn't know you could write," I smiled wryly and settled my arm, which seems to be doing its own thing at the moment. I can't make it obey. Anamaria says it's recuperating. I think it's a nuisance. Jack pulled a face "Don't go shouting it around mate." He wrote, in a large bold flowing hand, 'Account of the Lady Kismet mutiny, recorded by Capt. Jack Sparrow, from the words of Will Turner' he took a leisurely swig from his bottle and then motioned with it for me to continue. I watched my words form on the page as I began.
A/N: And I'll leave it there. Heh heh. Kudos and killer rabbits to Tricksters-daughter,