To Know Him
By ErinRua
Elizabeth thought she knew him. From the shy beauty of his smile to the gentle deference of his manner, from the mischief that twinkled in his brown eyes to the fragile gentleness of his touch, she knew him. She adored the solemn boy whom she loved to goad to laughter. And she took deliciously wicked delight in the youth, in his endearing awkwardness as her hair went up, her hems came down and she learned to smile from behind an Oriental fan.
She thought she knew him. Until fantasy and nightmares collided, while curses and coins forged their own grim reality. In one great detonation of thunder and strewn timbers, her dreams collapsed into the sea.
But then he rose from the clutch of death, dripping, defiant and beautiful.
"She goes free!" he demanded. And then, with iron that she had never known he possessed, "My name is Will Turner. My father was Bootstrap Bill Turner. His blood runs in my veins. On my word do as I say or I'll pull this trigger and be lost to Davy Jones' Locker!"
Then she realized she had not known him at all.
FIN