AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ok folks, here it is ending #1. So if you like this one, great, tell me! And if you don't... great! Tell me! Stay tuned, Wed I post the second ending.

It was three days later, and Elizabeth was a wreck. Sure some women would have been strong, they probably would be standing on some cliff somewhere, watching the sunset and singing beautiful poetry in honour of the wondrous relationship.

She'd probably be singing something like this:

The Last Song

X Japan

Watching the stars until they're gone

Like an actor all alone

Who never knew the story he was in

Who never knew how the story ends

Like the sky reflecting my heart

All colors become visible

When the morning comes

I'll read the last line

Since I embraced the endless rain, the night can head for morning

As it was, my heart was still soaked

In endless rain I've been walking

Like a poet feeling pain

Trying to find the answers

Trying to hide the tears

But it was just a circle

That never ends

When the rain stops, I'll turn the page

The page of the first chapter

It only hurts, so hurt me; why am I still asking

For an answer that I should have known?

Am I wrong to be hurt

Am I wrong to feel pain

Am I wrong to be in the rain

Am I wrong to wish the night won't end

Am I wrong to cry

But I know, it's not wrong to sing the last song

Because forever fades

If I notice it again, I'll discover the night sky by myself

Little by little, our memories fade away

It only hurts, so hurt me; why am I still asking

For an answer that I should have known?

I see red

I see blue

But the silver lining gradually takes over

When the morning begins

I'll be in the next chapter

Since I embraced the endless rain, the night can head for morning

As it was, my heart was still soaked

It only hurts, so hurt me; why am I still asking

For an answer that I should have known?

But that was never Elizabeth's style... no she wasn't singing that song she was listening to it, along with about ten others on a CD of the most mournful and longing love songs anyone had ever heard of. She'd done nothing for the past three days except wallow in her apartment in a state of melancholy never before seen by man. She had ventured out only once, in order to buy out the local store's supply of Blue TV dinners and Orange-Passionfruit Tropicana, which was what she'd been eating and drinking for the past few days.

Everything was different to her now; everything was somehow duller and flatter now that Will had gone away. Nothing looked, smelt, tasted, sounded or felt the same. It was like a part of her was numb. Visitor's were scarce, the Venture Squad had come by shortly after they were done in the theatre to tell Elizabeth that both the General and Miss Mackin had been apprehended and that sadly the machine was scheduled to be destroyed sometime that evening. That had sent Elizabeth over the edge somewhat and she had refused to see anyone since, not even Keira Knightly who wanted an explanation of what was going on from the source, she hadn't even made it into the building.

"If You're Not The One" by Daniel Beddingfield came on and Elizabeth sunk back onto her bed with a tall glass of Tropicana, completely intent on crying her eyes out, when there was a knock at the door.

She ignored it and continued sipping her juice.

The knocking persisted, for five minutes it didn't stop until she finally resorted to yelling, "I don't want any!" she screeched as she snuggled back into her comforter.

Then the door opened, startling Elizabeth and sending her Tropicana glass (thankfully now empty) flying through the air and landing with a crash on the floor. Bradford stood their snickering slightly.

"My don't you look lovely," he said as he looked over her ruffled hair, pyjama's and bathrobe, trying to decide which one was the worst for wear.

"Go away Bradford," she said turning her back to him.

"Sorry Lizard, I'm here on orders from the Venture Squad who want you up and running before the day is out. A task they have so graciously given me, in part because I mocked Becky's Johnny Depp picture collection, but in part because they no I won't take any of this guff from you... so up you come." He said as he grabbed her arm and prepared to lift her out of bed.

"No," Elizabeth protested as she flung herself on the bed once more.

"Look Lizard I know your precious Pirate is gone but if you don't get you butt out of that bed, my butt is going to be fired and I don't want to lose my job over some little girl pining over the loss of her sissy little pirate!" Bradford yelled.

Elizabeth was up in an instant, out of sheer defiance, how DARE he! How dare he insult Will and the love they had! How dare he walk into her apartment and give HER orders.

"Look buddy!" she growled at him. "You're not half the strength that Will is, you lily livered hack! Don't you dare take me away from my grief! And I don't care if you wind up homeless, friendless and penniless, you WILL NOT move me from this bed!" she shouted at him. "And my name is ELIZABETH!" she added as an afterthought.

Bradford only smiled. "Gosh that was a good one Elizabeth, honest you really cut deep there, I am honestly pained and such. But I've already gotten you to get out of the bed," he said smirking as he pointed out the fact that Elizabeth was now up in Bradford's face about five feet away from the bed.

Elizabeth sputtered for some sort of come back.

"Look," Bradford said sincerely. "I know you're hurting. It must suck something hardcore to lose someone you love like that. But sitting around here, gorging yourself on processed sugar and chemicals," he said fingering the empty blue boxes and Tropicana containers strewn throughout the apartment. "Isn't going to help anyone."

Elizabeth started to cry again (all the food colouring was running havoc on her hormones) "I know," she sobbed. "but I miss him so much." She let out a loud sniff and Bradford decided he'd better look for a Kleenex. Elizabeth sat down on the bed and continued to sniffle.

"I mean just when I start to think 'ok I'm going to get up and get over this' something reminds me of him, I look out at the neighbour fixing the line, or I see a Hanes add on the TV," she blubbered.

"Hanes add?" Bradford said incredulously as he brought over the tissues and some alka-seltzer.

"It's a long story," she chuckled as she took the tissues and chugged down the fizzy water. "Thanks."

Bradford looked uncomfortable for a moment and then pulled a crumbled piece of paper out of his pocket.

"What's that?" Elizabeth said casually.

"It's a letter to me, from Will, he gave it to me as I pulled you away at the theatre, it seems he had an idea that something might happen," he said shyly.

Elizabeth dropped her glass, but this time Bradford caught it.

"Gosh we have to get you plastic glasses and spill resistant carpet from now on!" he joked.

But Elizabeth didn't care about that. "What does it say?" she said completely focused on one thing.

"I figured you read it, and let you decide from there," he said as he handed her the letter.

Elizabeth took the letter, her eyes blurring as she read it, but she furiously wiped the tears away.

Bradford,

I know now, somewhere deep within my heart that I will not be allowed to stay in this world. Something is pulling me back, something that, even if Elizabeth decides to have me, will prevent us from being together. And while it tears at my heart, while I beg it not to be so I know that I will never see her again. I have loved Elizabeth Swann my whole life, I never thought I could love another, but when I came to this world I was shown something new, something incredible in your Lizzie Cartwright, a fear but at the same time such strength that I could barely comprehend. I thought that it was merely a case of 'rebound' as Elizabeth had called it, that I was only trying to replace the love I had lost in my own Elizabeth, but in time I discovered that it was more, so much more, and that I wanted it so badly.

But it is not mine to have and I am taken back, so please now Bradford, please I beg of you, take care of her. Love her as I could not, as I cannot. Be there for her in my loss, in my stead, I have seen the way you look at her, and when she looks at you I see similar feelings beginning to grow. She will have you eventually and I give you my blessing and pleading that you will take her and protect her as I wish too.

Forever bound to you for the woman we love,

William Turner.

Elizabeth looked up no longer bothering to hide her tears, and was surprised to see that Bradford's too were a little moist.

"So, umm... yeah it's your call, I'll just go now, ya know let you ponder or whatever," he said awkwardly as he rose to leave.

"Bradford," Elizabeth said softly. He turned, unsure of what he should do.

And Elizabeth caught him in a crushing hug. "Thank you," she said through the tears. "I still love him, Oh my I still love him, but one day, maybe sooner than I thought, well," she looked up and brushed just the tiniest, most modest little kiss on his lips. "Thank you."

Bradford was a little stunned and absolutely ecstatic. "Umm sure thing, you just take your time," he said as he stumbled over a chair and laughed cautiously. "I'll be here when you want to, I mean when you're ready and yeah..." He said with a big grin.

"I'll give you a call," Elizabeth said a small smile of her own beginning to form.

"Yeah ok," Bradford said through his massive grin, which was growing exponentially by the minute. "I'm going to umm... go, yeah cause I have lots of... stuff to do." It seemed as though he could hardly believe what was happening.

"See you around Bradford," Elizabeth said as she herded him out the door.

"Yeah see you around!" He said with a final cheek splitting smile.

As soon as the door shut Elizabeth heard what could only be classified as a victory cry as Bradford ran down the halls, and she chuckled a little more.

Yes she still loved Will, she would always reserve a special part of her heart for him, and always cherish the lessons he had taught her and the gifts they had given each other, but he was gone, back to his life, back to his blue seas, and his One True Love... and maybe, in his parting, he had given her the greatest gift of all... a One True Love of her very own.

sniff isn't it beautiful!!!!! Oh that turned out much better than I thought! Maybe I'll just keep that one and be done with it.... pauses NAH!!! Stay tuned for ending #2!!!!