Title: Remember
Rating: G
Pairing: W/E
Summary: Elizabeth thoughts while stuck on the island.
Disclaimer: Disney et. al. own the Pirates characters, and the title and inspiration are from the song "Remember" by Josh Groban from Troy.
Remember
A/N: This is sort of from Elizabeth's pov, so Jack isn't exactly "in character" because of how she perceives him.
Elizabeth looked up at the deep blue sky. Above her, a thousand stars glittered. Behind her, the fire crackled as it consumed the firewood. She sighed. Under any other circumstances, it would have been beautiful, sitting here with the ocean around her and the sky above her, away from stuffy Port Royal. But it wasn't. With circumstances as they stood, Elizabeth would have been glad to see anything that reminded her of home, even a corset. Well, maybe not a corset.
The sea lapped gently against the shore, almost keeping time with the snoring pirate that lay beside her. Getting him drunk had been almost too easy. She would put her plan into action soon, but for the moment, Elizabeth was content to stare out to sea and think of Will.
She could not forget the look in his eyes when she'd told him about the medallion. He had seemed betrayed, and angry, and confused, but more then that, he'd seemed sad, horribly sad, as though his heart were breaking. It had frightened her, more then she cared to admit. Will was always so calm and quite. He was her bastion of quiet strength.
The thought of Will locked away in the bowels of that ship, at the mercy of Barbossa, made Elizabeth want to scream. Will had rescued her, sort of, why couldn't she rescue him. She looked again at Jack. He was useless. His only answer had been to keep a weather eye on the horizon for the month or so that they would be alive. It was hardly encouraging.
And that's why Elizabeth had to incur the wrath of the pirate. His anger over the loss of the rum was nothing compared to what she was feeling right now. The sea had always been freedom to her before. How funny, how incredibly funny, that it now was her prison guard. It would have made her laugh if she didn't want to cry so much. The slight breeze would have delighted her if it didn't taunt her so. That spit of land should have been a haven, but it had become a prison. And all the while Will was stuck on that demon ship.
That was the part she couldn't bear: the uselessness of her companion added with her inability to do anything. Elizabeth got up and dusted the sand off of her hands and her shift. She turned to face the cache of rum, determination visible in her eyes through the dimming firelight. Jack might forget what they were up against, but Elizabeth remembered.