As Good As Dead Chapter 2: What Do You Think You Are Doing !, a pirates of the caribbean fanfic

Disclaimer : I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, but any new characters are mine. I do not own the rights to the song used in this chapter, It belongs to Sarah Brightman ( I think)

Author's Note: Paragraphs in italics are Elisabeth's dream sequences.

Chapter Two

What Do You Think You Are Doing !

Lis walked up the stairs, stairs that had not been walked upon in 230 years or so. She was wary that at any moment the old wood could give and she would fall, probably to her death, and no one would ever find her. And that thought did disturb her, if no other's did. She shook her head and she made up the stairs in one piece. They were just fine; in as good condition as the day that they were made. She walked the halls quietly, the only sounds that of her heeled sandals clicking on the hard wood floor boards, and the gentle twitter of the birds in the morning sunlight outside the mansion.

She had noticed when she had come into the great hall that something had once been standing in the middle of the floor, but it had been moved. The scratch markings in the wood's dark varnish were easy enough to see. It must of been heavy, whatever it was; a statue, perhaps. But Lis walked into the only open door. The door to a bed room. The door stood ajar, the light streaming in through the windows of the chamber. She pushed the door farther open, the old hinges needing to be oiled badly. She was met by the faint scent of roses. Lis looked around in awe. This room looked just like her own. The bed was in the middle of the wall, so if one turned their head to the left, one would see the short hallway , no more than 5 feet, and then the door out onto the landing. It was a canopy bed, like her own, but this one was made of ebony wood, not white painted steel. The curtains that fell around the bed and the top canopy itself was a thin white gossamery lace. Beside the bed, towards the door, there was an old wooden night stand, on it still stood an oil lamp that remained after this house was locked up. To the right of the bed were large french windows and even a balcany. Off in the corner of the room was a dressing curtain, made of mahogany. But Lis also noticed the same markings on the wooden floor, like something had been moved from here, and they looked a lot more recent. Still, Lis shrugged it off.

By 1:00 pm she was one her way back home. Her mother was going to kill her. And she knew it. Except when she came back into the house, she was not greeted by what she had expected. Truly, nothing would of ever made her expect this...

Joan Turner, Lis' mum stood in the garage, with a sledge hammer in her hands, the kind used for renovations. On her face was a sheer devil's look. Lis followed her gaze, it was to a statue. It was a young man, with tear of stone rolling down his perfect cheek. His marble eyes stared on blankly. He looked like the artist that had sculpted him had captured him in mid movement. He was perfect. That's when Joan raised the hammer,

" MUM STOP ! What do you think you are doing ?"

" Getting rid of this ugly piece of junk once and for all !"

" Mum! I didn't even know we owned a statue ! Stop ! Don't break it..."

She grabbed the long handle of the hammer, forcing her mother to stop her swing.

" Its been in the closet for as long as we've lived here -- 25 years ! Its incessantly in my way and I'm sick of it ! "

" Who's is it?"

" It belonged to some ancestor of your's and your father's.. Some woman I suppose."

Everything she had seen in Elizabeth Swann's mansion that day suddenly made perfect sense. The drag marks, the scuffing of the floors, the slight buckling of the floor where the statue had been one standing. This was the statue that it was reputed that the late Elizabeth Swann had had of her husband, William Turner. He had died a tragic death at sea, and she kept the statue as a memorial to him. It was sad really, she had loved him so dearly, and they had been just bearly married, not even by more than 3 months-- and she had been bearing his child.

" Mum ! Stop ! Its grandmother's !"

Joan rolled her eyes at her daughter.

" You still call her your grandmother, yet she's too far back to be ! She is NOT your grandmother !"

" I know that mum ! I know that, but I feel a certain bond with her, and I do not know why. Please, whatever you do, don't wreck the statue. Look, if you don't like it, I'll take it off your hands. Give it to me."

" Why do you even want this old hunk of marble ?"

" Because it makes me feel closer to them. I want to feel closer to them. Is that such a crime mother? Tell me, have you never wished you could of known one of your ancestors ?"

" Well of course I did, but I never OBSESSED over them !"

" I find her life fascinating, grief filled yes, but FASCINATING none the less ! Just...Just give the statue to me..."

Joan sighed and helped her carry the fairly heavy statue of her "Grandfather" up the stairs to her room.

1721

She walked to the statue in her room, she was still young yet, and the sorrow had happened only a few short weeks before. Her eyes were full of tears as she looked upon the marble face of her Dear William. She looked down at his stone hand, and slid her husband's spare wedding ring onto his naked finger. She let her tears fall as she touched his marble face. She couldn't live like this, she couldn't live without him, could she ? She drew a deep breath and sang with a bittersweet, wavering voice:

Somewhere in time I know,
Darling you'll come back to me.
Roses will bloom again,
But Spring feels like eternity.
In your kiss it wasn't goodbye.
You are still the reason why.

I can hear you whispering in the silence of my room,
My heart still surrenders like the sun to the moon.
I can barely stand this aching, burning endlessly.
"Love me now forever,"
Were the last words you said to me.

And when the morning comes,
My hands still reach out for you.
Some things remain the same,
There is nothing I can do.
I can barely get through the day
Ever since you went away.

Heaven help us cross this endless sea
With starlight above to guide you to me.
Waves crashing on distant shores,
They're calling our names forever more.

And I still hear you whispering in the silence of my room,
My heart still surrenders like the sun to the moon.
I can barely stand this aching, burning endlessly.
"Love me now forever,"
Were the last words you said to me.'

She shook her head sadly, finishing the song. Oh how she wished that her beloved could still hear her, could return to her. But he couldn't, there was no way known...

2005

Again Lis woke up with a start. She had never had this dream either... She looked to the side of the bed, looking by the open window. The moonlight flooded in the open curtains, that floated on the warm breeze that entered her room. The statue stood just like it had before, beside the window. She looked at him and sighed softly, now knowing, or thought she knew the story behind the statue of the young Mr. Turner. Her late ancestor.