A/N: I only got one review for the last two chapters! So, as I am concerned that people are losing interest in my story, I will upload the next few chapters, but, if I do not get a better response, I will abandon this story and move onto another one (I have some HP stories I will be working on once I am finished with this one). So, if you do want to see how this story ends, please review!
When Elizabeth's eyes finally fluttered open, she was laying on the plush couch in her father's office. Governor Swann and the commodore were standing over her speaking in hushed tones. When her father noticed she was awake he hushed Norrington.
"Elizabeth!" he exclaimed. "You are awake! Are you feeling alright?"
"No," she said quietly, "no, how could I be? My husband is dead." She stared up at the ceiling without blinking, as though she were still in shock.
"Yes," Norrington said. "I am so sorry Elizabeth. He died in Tortuga. He was entering a building to make sure it was empty, when someone fired from across the street. He spun around to see what had happened. Apparently, there was still someone inside the house and they shot him in the back of the head. He was killed instantly."
"And his- his body?" Elizabeth asked as her voice broke.
"We never found it."
Governor Swann cleared his throat. "Understand, Elizabeth, that I do know how you feel, as I lost my own wife."
"Would one of you please escort me home?" she asked quietly. "I just want to go home."
"Of course,
Elizabeth."
Tem minutes later, she sat in
her father's coach, on her way back to the house that she and Will had shared
for a mere two weeks. She entered the house alone. She forced herself up the
stairs and into her and Will's bedroom, where she flung herself onto the bed
and cried herself to sleep, her face buried in Will's pillow.
Will had forced himself to walk for about ten yards and then he fell face-first to the ground, his face landing in a small pool of water. He looked up and wiped his face off. There was a small pond in front of him that he had not noticed because he had been concentrating so hard on staying upright and moving foreword. He had almost completely missed it. He drank from it deeply, quenching his thirst. When he finally came up for air, he breathed out a work of thanks to God, and then set about washing his wounds.
"Surviving here may not be as difficult as I thought…"
Governor Swann was still working in his office at ten o'clock that night. Several men had been killed on the excursion, and as governor, it was his responsibility to write letters of condolences to their families and writing up the reports of their death to send back to England. He sighed heavily as he signed his name on the final letter to a young man's wife and young daughter.
"Sometimes I wonder if this is really worth all the young lives it takes." He said aloud to the empty office.
A knock came at the door, causing him to jump.
"Come in!" he called.
The commodore strode in. He seemed different to the governor, somehow changed- serious and stern.
"Commodore Norrington!" he exclaimed. "I thought you would have been home by now!"
"I was worried… about you, Governor Swann. I was wondering if you had received any more threatening letters."
The governor sighed again. "I am afraid so. They now threaten Elizabeth as well. I must admit, Commodore, I did not fear for her safety so long as Will was there to protect her. I knew that he was well up to the challenge, considering his actions during the… incident concerning the Black Pearl."
"I worry for her safety as well," Norrington said, approaching the desk. "Are you sure that she should be staying at that house alone?"
"I really don't think she would leave. That house holds the two weeks worth of memories that they shared. She will want to remain there."
The commodore sighed. "I do have a confession to make, governor."
"What is that?"
"You see, I never stopped loving Elizabeth. Nor even when she chose that blacksmith over me. And I am not a loser, governor. I always win."
"What are you saying, Norrington?" the governor asked nervously as he stood up.
"I am saying that I am now executing a plan to reclaim what should have been mine. Dispatching young Tuner was simple enough. And the next phase of my plan involves another death. Yours."
"M-mine?"
"Elizabeth needs to be in a state of emotional shock for the next phase. I am sorry about the threatening notes, but they were necessary. Goodbye."
Norrington raised his gun, fired twice, and walked out of the office.