Perhaps it was the way that the sunshine shone down and made those eyes sparkle and dance, the light of an adventure replaying over and over again, that made Elizabeth weak at the knees every time she passed by. Or suppose it was the way the flicked over and gazed at her, every bit of longing shown to her, and then quickly blinked away. Elizabeth could never be certain or sure about what it was, but somehow she could never tear her gaze away from those eyes that always seemed to be searching for her and her own them.
It was an average sunny day in Port Royal, or at least it was for Elizabeth. Upon returning from her latest adventure, saving Jack Sparrow, she had confronted Will Turner, a former love, and explained to him that things just weren't going to work out between them. After doing so she had tried to find Jack Sparrow, but as usual, no one knew where he was except the people with him at the time. She had no contact with any of them. After a long time of searching she had finally given up and returned to Port Royal, and she had convinced herself that Jack had just disappeared, or worse, he stopped loving her.
Elizabeth strolled through the town, looking at all the knick knacks for sale, such as compasses that did work, telescopes, jars containing just about anything you could think of, and other various objects. None of these peeked her interest at all, and she obliquely went about herself and walked down the paths leading to the sandy beaches. If she could not be with Jack, then being by the beach was as close as she would ever get. She took off her fancy shoes and threw them to the side of huge boulder. Smiling, she walked barefoot down to the shoreline and let the water run in between her toes, enjoying the peace of the scene before her. It was mid-day, very hot, and the cool water replenished her, even if she wasn't drinking it.
After standing for what seemed like forever, she turned back, her gaze lingering on the white, grainy sand below her toes. Her intentions were to return to the boulder and climb atop it to sit, then gaze out at the water. But when she finally looked up to stroll back across the beach, those eyes whose gaze she could never escape were there, boring into her. There he was, he and those eyes, standing beside the boulder she intended to move to. She blinked once, to make sure he was actually there in reality, then twice to clear her eyes. But no, he was right there, tangible as ever.
Right when so many words had built up that she longed to say, she couldn't open her mouth to utter any of them. Why was she always at a loss for words when she needed them most?
He took a step forward; his eyes never flickered or blinking once, set in a steady gaze. Before she knew what she was doing she was rushing forward, on an impulse she couldn't control, and she found herself embracing him in a big hug, her head turned the side, resting on his lower shoulder. His arms wrapped around her, making all the misery of never being able to find him go away. But then she was pushed away, and she looked into those eyes, in a beseeching manner. He looked down at her, with those eyes, and simply said. "It is not proper…this." It made sense to Elizabeth then. But she said something she was dying to say first. "Since when are you proper?" He smiled, but there was still seriousness in those eyes. Elizabeth quickly looked down, trying to keep herself from laughing, and then back up. "There is nothing wrong or improper about this. I did not marry anyone at anytime." Relief and realization flooded through those eyes.
Finally Elizabeth was free. She could do whatever she pleased without having to wonder if Will would think ill of it. It only mattered what she thought now. So with one more look at those eyes…those eyes which belonged to Jack Sparrow, she leaned in and kissed him.