(A/N) Hello everyone! I am starting a new story which is nothing like my previous three which was a trilogy and was W/E mainly. This is focused on J/E, sorry Will fans! I have decided to name this story 'Every Single Day', this comes from a song by Barry Manilow, I am a huge fan of his and when I heard this song I wrote it around this story. This entire story will be in three parts, so be patient, I am home now so look for updates daily. Here is the lyrics from the song so you get where I am coming from.
Every single day
We'll remember what we do today
Words we didn't say
We'll remember every single day
Then years go by
To wonder why and wonder what we learned
Was that the bridge we should've crossed
The ones we burned
Every empty night
To regret a life that could'a been
Maybe you were right
Just forget that emptiness within
So if you go
Before that moments gone
Look at me the way
I'll remember every single day
From now on
You deserve
I don't know…
What…
The man I'd love to be
That's not the way it turned out
No you fell in love with me
Everything you doubt
I will fight for
Every single day
Help me work it out
Make it right for
Every single day
But this I swear
And stake my life upon
If you go or stay
I will love you
As I do today
And I'll love you every single day
From now on
Performed by Barry Manilow
Arranged by Artie Butler
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POTC!
She sat alone on the beach, looking onto her once beloved sea. Elizabeth Swann wept endlessly, her one true love, William Turner was now gone, dead. The time they spent together was so short, only recently they had become engaged. Elizabeth looked into the sky and asked God, 'Why did you take him from me? I loved him so much…'
"Miss Swann, your father sent me to look for you…" Commodore James Norrington sat down next to her, "I am truly sorry for your loss."
"Thank you James." Elizabeth looked into his warm kind eyes, he had went to the funeral with her and her father, he had been helpful to her since Will died, her shoulder to cry on. "James if you could, I would like you to escort me home."
"Of course." James then helped her up from the sand and walked her home. He truly felt bad for the girl, she was so young to experience such a loss.
"Thank you James, for everything you have done for me during this difficult time." Elizabeth said as she hugged him before she went inside her home.
"I just wish there was more I could do…" James said from her shoulder.
"I just miss him so much…" Elizabeth then began sobbing into his jacket.
"I know you do…" James rubbed his hand over her back to soothe her. "Come, let's go inside, before you catch a cold." James then helped Elizabeth into her home, her father was awaiting her arrival in the hall.
"Elizabeth, my dear…" Her father said as he took her into his arms. "Dinner is set in the dining hall."
"Father, I really am not hungry, I would just like to go to bed."
"Go on, I'll send Marie to help you."
"No, that's alright, I would like to be by myself." Elizabeth then went upstairs into her bedroom.
"She is so distraught…" Weatherby said.
"Yes, she is truly heartbroken."
"Well, now we must press the matter of marriage."
"Excuse me sir?" James was confused.
"Well, Mister Turner is now dead, and Elizabeth needs a suitable husband. She is old enough now. She needs to move on."
"But Governor, she just has had a tremendous loss…wouldn't that be insensitive of you?"
"Nonsense, she knows she needs to be married. And you would be an incredible candidate, once again."
"I don't know if I should be talking about this, I love her, but I won't propose to her now, she is far to saddened."
"I'll talk with her. Now James, I must retire myself, it has been a long and difficult day. Good Evening." As James was walking towards the fort he had one thought on his mind and that was Elizabeth. He had his mind made up, he was not going to force Elizabeth to marry him if that wasn't what she wanted, despite her father's wishes.
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"Gibbs is the ship ready to sail?" Jack asked his first mate.
"Yes, but may we get a wee drink before we depart."
"Of course, not going to see the lovely port of Tortuga in a while. Let us enjoy a fine drink before we go." After getting their drinks they sat down at a table farthest from the door.
"Where we headed next Cap'n?"
"Isla de Muerta, I want to go back."
"Why in the seven seas would you do that for?"
"Mounds of bloody gold, that's why…" Jack stopped in the middle of his sentence as he heard a conversation next to him.
"I TELL YOU IT'S TRUE!"
"Keep your bloody voice down, buffoon! I can't believe you, this is Bootstrap's son we're talking about!"
"Yes, but look at the fate of the two, fitting…I say"
"Excuse me gentlemen…" Jack interrupted. "What did I hear you say something about Will Turner?"
"You didn't hear Sparrow, I'm surprised! Will Turner is dead, he died searching for you, wanted to tell you of his engagement. The merchant ship that was carrying him here to Tortuga got itself into some rough weather. The ship was destroyed, when they found the boy's body, it was impaled by a plank from the ship's deck."
"They say his lass is devastated, to the brink of insanity." The other man added.
"Thank you." Jack then sat back down with Gibbs.
"What was that about?" Gibbs asked.
"Will, is dead." Jack was still shocked.
"I can't believe it…" Gibbs was still as shocked as Jack.
"Mr. Gibbs I have changed me mind, we will head to Port Royal, I want to see if the story is true, and check on the fair Miss Swann…"