A pirates story inspired by PS I love you. I own nothing to do with either of these films.

Willabeth story obviously

BOLD dreams

Italics memories and or thoughts

BOLD italics letters

Elizabeth had spent the whole of the day wondering what Will was going to do. when he said "I will prove my love to thee" they spent most of the day together in the blacksmith shop, the closed sign hung over the door. Inside Will was giving her another lesson in sword fighting. Elizabeth's cheeks were flushed a pretty pink colour due to all the exercise. Eventually she sat down on a stool and panted.

"Will give me a few moments rest" she said smiling, her eyes brightened by the exercise. Will walked up to her and kissed her tenderly before sitting down opposite her and passed her canteen full of water.

"Here, drink this" Will said, he did not sound tired out by the exercise. Then again he trained for three hours a day.

Eventually Elizabeth got up saying she was expected back at the palace, Will ran up to her and took her hand.

"Elizabeth" his voice was intense and loving.

"Yes, Will what is it?" she was surprised by his tone and intrigued

"Can you meet me on the beach? Before sunset?" There was something in his eyes, a desperation which made it impossible, even if she wanted to, to refuse.

"Yes, yes"

Will kissed her, like all his kisses, it was soft but deep, and very loving.

"I love you Elizabeth." he said "And nothing will ever change that"

Elizabeth played with her necklace as she sat on the window seat of her house. Liam was sitting in his cot playing with the wooden bars. Elizabeth turned and smiled at him and he smiled back at his mother; he seemed to have her smile. Little Liam was now six months old and he was growing and learning fast, he could not walk yet, or talk, but that was normal. In Elizabeth's lap was the once empty book Will had left her. it was now half way through and Elizabeth smiled to herself, she had not even got to her 16th birthday party yet. She knew that her and Wills story was long, and she wanted to include everything in it.

Elizabeth was supposed to be writing some more but instead she was watching the sunset from her window whilst playing with her necklace, the sun was sinking lower and lower in the crystal waters and eventually she would see the green flash, something she never tired of seeing. When she finally saw it she turned to her son.

"Want to hear a story?" she asked him.

He nodded, his dark brown eyes lighting up and his hair bouncing as he did so. He inherited both his father's eyes and hair; these were a great comfort for Elizabeth when she was feeling low. There would be a time when she would have to explain to Liam about his father, about their story, this was not it, he was too young and would not understand.

Elizabeth lifted up the book and read one of the stories.

It was midday, and a little girl ran down the beach giggling, behind her ran a boy, whose handsome features could not be matched, even at the age of eleven. The girl turned and looked at him and smiled triumphantly

"I win!" she said and did a little dance.

"You only won because I let you!" Will said laughing.

"Really?" said the girl, her brown eyes lighting up "Want to prove it young William?"

Will wrinkled his nose, he hated being called William. "Sure"

They both set off, running and laughing, the picture of healthy happy and care free youth, their laughter echoing across the beach.

Will had got ahead and he had almost reached the finish line when he heard a squeal. Turning he saw Elizabeth on the floor, she had evidently tripped over her long dress.

Will turned and ran over to her. "Elizabeth!" he said "Are you alright"

Elizabeth did not answer, so Will sat down next to her and took her hand

"Elizabeth say something" he said, sounding worried.

"My ankle hurts" he voice came, sounding pleading.

Will bit his lip and looked around the beach hoping that in someway a doctor would magically appear, he did not see the mischievous sparkle in Elizabeth's eyes. Will settled him self more and Elizabeth took her cue, leaping up she ran off towards the finish line, with Will struggling to get and catch up with her.

Elizabeth crossed the line and cheered, a second later Will crossed it too laughing, he could not help it. Elizabeth was a little trickster. it was one of the reasons why he loved her

Elizabeth saw that her son was asleep his face peaceful and a small smile was apparent. Elizabeth softly put the book down and kissed her son and tucked him in before returning to the window to watch the darkening sky.

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The Flying Dutchman, had not in so long looked so peaceful, this was due to the new captain Will Turner, who was walking around above decks his handsome feature brightened in the moonlight. He stopped and leaned across the railings on the starboard side and gazed out. His mind was filled with one person, or rather two people now that he had a son.

A son that when he first saw him, they day after Elizabeth gave birth to, he had loved. He missed them both a lot and every night when he dreamt, it was of them. Opening his shirt he traced the scar that was still prominent the way his father had cut it was in the shape of an E, for Elizabeth. His one, true love.

His warm brown eyes were glazed over and he did not notice the people who were crossing the barrier between life and death. His features showed intense sadness and all his crew felt pained when they saw their kind and gentle captain like this.

Bill Turner, Wills father, stood unnoticed behind him, he knew who his son as thinking of. Elizabeth, his wife, he was there at the wedding, watching the two, fighting so well, fighting together, the way they were meant to be.

And now there was a baby involved to, Bill Turner was now a grandfather and yet he could not see his grandson. The bitterness of it twisted and Bills heart and he often found himself throwing stuff out to sea because of it.

Will, his loyal, trustworthy son, did not deserve to be separated from the woman who he loved, and who loved him back. Their wedding proved their intense undying devotion as did Elizabeth's insistence to remain beside Wills dying body, despite meaning that it would take her own life if she did so.

She loved him, and he loved her, and this separation, in Bill's optimistic eyes, could only strengthen it, a love as strong as theirs could not be broken.

Will sighed as he saw his father behind him through their reflection in the water, still he did not say anything and found himself retreating to the past where the pain lessened

Will Turner looked smart, he was in his smartest outfit, his heart raced and there was a nervous look on his handsome face. He looked at him self in the old mirror, the shine was wearing off of it. He adjusted his neck piece that seemed to be suffocating him.

This is it, he thought, this is it, closing his brown eyes he stepped out of his very modest house and onto the street. He was grateful Elizabeth, his girlfriend was away; he did not want to risk anything.

As he walked up the uneven, cobbled road, he received many admiring glances from the ladies and jealous looks from the men. Will Turner did not know this, but he was one of the most admired me in Port Royal, partly due to his courtship with Elizabeth Swann, but even before this he was admired due to his gentle good looks and remarkable skills.

The uneven road grew more even and much cleaner as he continued walking and Will suspected this was because he was in a much more respected and richer area and still he had not arrived at his destination. The looks were more disapproving now, as some of the passers bye did not reckon a mere blacksmith was worthy of the governors daughter.

Will was well aware of this; it was one of the reasons why he was so nervous.

The houses grew bigger and more spaced out until eventually he came to one at the top of a hill, the biggest house on the island, also it was the most beautiful.

Will cleared his throat and gazed at the gated mansion. Behind the gate stood a doorman and recognizing Will he walked forward

"Miss Swann is out Master Turner, as you well know" his voice was slightly snobby, and Will could tell that he thought Will and unworthy match.

"It is not Miss Swann i am after, but the governor himself. We have arranged a meeting"

The doorman looked at his list "Very well, if you follow me"

He led Will through the magnificent rooms into the governor's study. "Mister Turner is here to see you"

"Let him in them" came the reply,

Will walked in and the doorman left.

"What is it Mister Turner?" the voice sounded pleasant.

"Its is a matter concerning your daughter, sir"

"My daughter?"

"We have been courting for a year now and I have a proposition to make"

"Mister Turner, you seem nervous do sit down"

Will remained standing

"Governor Swann, I would like to ask for your permission, for me to take Elizabeth's fair hand in marriage"

Will smiled to himself, he had memories like this that would get him through the years and he was grateful for them.

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