He held her over the edge. With one hand securely placed on the tattered clothing she was forced to wear, and one hand in her hair, he forced her to look at the people below, walking amiably around. Lovers strolled hand in hand, caring about nothing but the sweet words they exchanged. She saw men returning home after a hard days working, being greeted at the door by wives and in some cases, children. Young women walked in the streets in twos and threes, gabbing about nonsense and the local gossip. She saw her life before the last 2 weeks.
"Tell me what you see. What do you see here, as you hang on the brink? TELL ME!" He yelled in her ear, but not loud enough to carry to the happy townsfolk below.
"I...I see, I see a village full of people." She stammered, fully aware that his personal effects included two knives, 3 pistols, and a very sharp sword. He breathing picks up a notch when the breathing of the pirate becomes louder in her ear.
"What you see is life at it's lowest. People wander aimlessly, blinded by something called love. They believe it makes them whole, when all it does is distort reality. Watch them with their happiness and their gaiety. They rot of lies." With this, he leaned in, so his breath was hot against her throat, his rotten breath wafting to Elizabeth's nostrils. "I once felt that way. Now I realize just how useless the heart really is. Goodbye, blondie." With that, he plunged the knife into her back. Elizabeth gasped.
"See how it hurts. That's all life is. Pain." With that, he left. Just took off down the hill.
Elizabeth opened her mouth, desperate to scream, to alert someone to her presence. But all that erupted from her lips was a ragged breath, with no sound riding the air at all. Elizabeth reached one hand out, but only succeeded in knocking a rock over the edge of the cliff before she passed out from pain and blood loss.
Will Turner made his way up the hill to his spot. Ever since moving to this island 4 years ago, when he was 18, he had come here every day to think. The end of each day, this is where he was found. He would keep his hands busy by carving sticks to spears, then throwing the newly made spears into the water.
Today Will had much to think about. He and Jack had had an argument. Jack was leaving again, for another pirate adventure, and was not sure when he would return. Will wasn't sure it was the best idea. The royal navy was out and much more aggressive towards pirates, seeing as the daughter of some Governor had been taken. The family was new to the island, and the girl had been taken after the lover and first mate of Caibre Dougal had been hung. Apparently, she was the love of the Commodore. They, being the governor, his daughter, and the commodore, had all come over from a far island to a place called Port Royal. Like some dainty little set.
Will had argued that if Jack left and gotten caught, it would eventually be traced back to him. He had no intentions of being hung.
Will was almost to the top of the hill when he noticed a rock falling down the hill. Now normally this wouldn't have concerned him, except for the added sound of labored breathing. Shallow, labored breathing. Quickening his pace to a jog, he hurried the rest of the way up and over the edge. Upon first inspection, he saw nothing out of the ordinary. But when he looked closer, he saw a splash of red over a tan and brown object roughly 100 feet away. Moving closer, he realized the object was a body, and the red was fresh blood. Just as he approached, he heard the breathing grow fainter. He sprinted the rest of the way and rolled it over. As the body finally rested on it's back, he saw the soft curves in the face, and the delicacy of her features and realized this near dead body was a woman. A vague familiarity hit him, but he shrugged it aside. Picking up the body, and shaking it and taking to the young women in his arms, he ran down the hill, praying he would make it to the doctor's house in time.