Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. Never have, and I guarantee I never will.
Doubts
I pace the length of the shop, worrying. What if this does not work? My mind nags. What if you cannot save him? I let out an aggravated groan. Two more hours. Only two more…
The time passes slowly, as the deathly fate of a friend draws closer. If I can change it, then I must change it. I cannot stand aside and let them kill a man like Jack. Not the criminal, but the good man. And if this does not work? my mind whispered. I do not know what I shall do if this goes ill is all the answer I have.
The courtyard is filled with people who have come to see the hanging, and again the doubts return. What if he dies because of this? What if his blood is on your hands? Try as I might I cannot remove the persistent thoughts of failure from my mind. I should leave; stop this injustice some other way. But I cannot, my feet are attached to the ground, as if they were welded together, as they lead him to the gallows.
"Jack Sparrow" Thus began the listing of his 'numerous crimes against the crown'. I could see the annoyed expression he made at the omission of 'Captain'. I look around the crowd, trying to find the angle from which to approach the gallows. Straight ahead would be best I decided after a moment of deliberation. As I followed the edge of the gallows backwards with my eyes, I spotted Elizabeth. How I loved her. I needed to tell her, I should have told her so many times before, and if I did not tell her now, I might never have another chance.
I weaved through the crowd till I reached the higher platform upon which her father, her fiancé, and she stood. I stopped and pushed down my heart which was beating in my throat. I did not have time to be nervous.
"Governor Swann . Commodore. Elizabeth . I should have told you every day from the moment I met you. I love you."
I moved away from the platform again weaving my way through the crowd. If I couldn't push my way through quicker I would be unable to do anything. I had to get through the crowd. And if you can't? The teasing voice in the back of my mind hissed. If he dies what will you do then, hmm?How will you live when you have a man's blood on your hands? I do not know, but I will try anyway. I cannot let fear keep me from completing this.
"Move!" I shouted, drawing my sword. The trap door of the gallows swung open. And in one smooth motion that was completely thoughtless, I threw the sword. Doubts would have to wait.