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Justice
This was not justice. Yes, he was guilty of previous crimes, but killing a man for saving another man's life when the law-abiding would not, was devoid of a sense of justice. Justice was higher than that. A man should not be condemned for deeds done for the betterment of his fellow man.
"Elizabeth?"
If I had the choice I would spend the remainder of this day here, in my chambers, lamenting my fate as well as his. I had made a decision, and I would regret it. I had not thought this would be the result. I had inadvertently condemned a man, as well as myself, all for naught, as when anything happened that Commodore Norrington could connect Will to, I would most likely lose him.
"Elizabeth!"
"Yes, Father," I called back. I knew he force me to go to the fort for the execution. 'We must make an appearance.' he would say. It was required. It was one of the less glamorous portions of my life. Anyone with a position would tell you that one was expected to be at all executions for crime against the Crown. "I'm coming."
"Good, it is expected of us you know."
I knew he would bring that up. He had before every execution I had attended since I was 13 and protested one by refusing to go with him. I raised myself from the chair, and opened the door.
I stood on a raised platform of nearly the same height as the gallows with my father on one side of me and Commodore Norrington, my new fiancé, on the other. As they led Jack to the gallows, I was overwhelmed by an urge to voice my thoughts. I had held back as long as I could.
"This is wrong." I said.
"Commodore Norrington is bound by the law. As are we all"
'If we are all bound by the law why did you pardon Will?' The question resounded in my mind. I couldn't ask it though. I stared out over the crowd, determined not to lose my temper. The corner of my eye caught sight of a man in a hat with an enormous feather. I recognized him as Will as he grew closer. I continued looking forward, as not to draw attention to him, as the Commodore still carried a smart dislike of him.
"Governor Swann. Commodore. Elizabeth, I should have told you every day from the moment I met you. I love you." He was gone as soon as he had come. There was something different, like he was afraid of something. Then suddenly as he began to push his way through the crowd, recognition of what he planned to do hit me full force. Perhaps Justice would be served after all. Ahead of me, past the gallows, I saw the mute man's parrot; the crew had not abandoned Jack after all. Commodore Norrington began to move beside me, obviously having caught on to Will's plan. 'What do I do? How can I help them?' I thought. 'I don't know, I Don't Know!' I began to lose my breath. Not what I was shooting for but I'll take what works.
"I can't breathe." I whispered airily.
The Commodore turned as I fell backwards. The drums were sharp and fast and suddenly they stopped. I jolted upwards, surprising my Father. Justice would be served properly in its own time.