"Where are you going Will?" Will slowly turned around. He had already traveled for what felt like forever. The sun had crossed to its highest point in the sky since he had left early that morning. "Mama said you shouldn't be going anywhere yet." The voice that spoke was familiar. Will couldn't see the boy, although he knew he was there.
"Noah?" He called out tentatively. Maybe I'm imagining things… The small town he had left was merely a speck on the beach in the far-off distance. He looked around again, scanning the barren shoreline for any sign of another human. "Noah is that you?" The boy stepped out from behind a palm tree, a look of disappointment on his face. Will realized how lonely Noah must have been before he got there. There weren't many kids on the island. He saw the same look in Noah's eyes that he had seen in the mirror.
Will moved over to the boy. He gave out a gentle laugh. "How long have you been following me, huh?" He ruffled the boy's hair, and saw Noah's mouth twist into a smile. "I'm going to see if the legend are true. You should go back to your parents."
Noah looked up eagerly at Will's face. "I… want to come with you. I left a note for Mama and Papa so they wouldn't worry. Can I come?" Will looked into the boy's eyes again, not able to refuse the boy a thing. He paused for a moment, and then nodded his head. Noah smiled and ran off, excited to be with Will.
The two of them walked along the beach for hours more, pausing only once to rest on the rocks. After some time, Noah spotted a small structure on the beach, just in front of the rocks. As they approached, the beach broke into sections of cold rock. Noah was able to hop from rock to rock nimbly, quickly reaching the small hut. Will jumped carefully to each rock, picking the flattest route. He could feel the cool ocean spray on the side of his face; smell the salty air he had come to love in the past two years.
He slowly made it halfway to the hut with no problem. Will came to a dead end. The only rocks around him were craggier and steeper. Noah called to him to hurry up, so Will made his choice and jumped. His feet almost slipped on the edge if the rock, and as he tried to keep his balance his leg twinged with pain from his injury. He let out a call of pain and his foot slipped off the rock. As he tumbled downward, he saw a woman coming towards him, as if she were gliding along the beach. He landed on the soft sand beneath the waves, and all went black.
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The sunlight trickled through the break in the curtains, leaving a small strip of light in the small room that passed over Elizabeth's eyes. She awoke to find herself lying in a warm bed, with dry clothes laid out on a chair beside her. There was a bucket of water and a cloth lying on a small table by the window. Elizabeth hastily redressed, glad to be rid of the dirty, stale clothing, and washed her face with the water. She moved over to the window and opened the curtains, letting the sunlight illuminate all the dark corners of the room. She could see the room better now. It was rather larger than she first had thought, and the walls were ornamented with a few paintings, and on the wall on the other side of the room, by the door, was a long mirror.
She moved over to the mirror and stood in front of it, taking a long look at what she had become. She was rather clean, as she had been prior to being plunged into the ocean several times. She hadn't changed much, but for her eyes. They appeared hollowed, as if something was missing. A piece of her gone astray, cast out on the sea to be controlled by the phases of the moon. She looked wearied and tired. Her eyes cast downwards to the floor in quiet contemplation of everything that had happened. Her thoughts were disturbed by a knock on the door and she hurriedly opened it, casting any look of worry from her face.
"Miss Swann, it's nice to see you again." The voice was one she knew well, but not one that she expected. Although she had already opened the door partway, she could not see the man on the other side of it. The door flew open, and a shorter man with an authoritative air walked into the room.
"Lord Beckett," Elizabeth seethed. She was not happy to see him. She recalled their last meeting, or rather, encounter, and she wondered if he would want some sort of revenge. She eyed the glinting cutlass on his hip, suddenly wishing she were armed as well. "To what do I owe this honour?" She felt it best to uphold all expectations of courtesy in this situation.
His eyes moved over her face, and traveled along the path of her eyesight. "There's no cause for worry, as I'm sure you are well aware." Somehow, to Elizabeth, this seemed more of a threat than a reassurance. "Although I know in meetings such as these you prefer to be the one holding the weapon. No I am here to enquire about the whereabouts of William Turner and Jack Sparrow. You may save yourself by giving me this information."
Elizabeth felt the tears again, not as grieving, as one would expect, but burning behind her eyes, trying to come forward. Jack had betrayed them all, and Will had seemed so accusatory, suspicious. "Jack Sparrow… is dead. As for Will, we were separated in the storm. I have no idea where he is." Lord Beckett didn't seem satisfied with this answer, but he accepted it nonetheless. He left the room with an invitation to leave the room and explore the ship.
She was stunned by his quick departure. But she knew what she would ask of James Norrington. When Lord Beckett came back, and he would, she would want a sword by her side.
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The air was heavily perfumed. Will's eyes were closed to the outside world, but he could still smell the thickness of the air, still hear the voices, as if they were angels calling to him from far away. He opened his eyes and saw two people sitting next to him. He tried to get up, and found his wound in much better condition than it had been in. It had been properly bandaged, and had seemed to heal a bit more. He sat up, looking around. Noah was talking in hushed tones with a girl around his age.
The girl looked around, and seeing Will sitting spoke gently to him. "Oh, you're up. Careful now, you don't want that cut to open up again. The Lady provided medicine for it—" she pointed to a bottle by the bed, "and said she would like to meet you. You… you have something special around you. A terrible fate, but a great something that was lost is found. At least, that's what the Lady said. She's never wrong about things like that, mister. She's with someone right now, but she said she'd come see you soon. Just rest up, mister." Again, Will saw those eyes. Eyes that have known loneliness. Eyes that have known loss. He wondered how many more times he would have to endure those glances from children as young as they are. He lay back in the bed, but his mind was too busy with thought to rest properly.
A short while later, a curtain was pulled back and a woman entered the room. The girl, who Will had come to know as Mina, left with Noah. The woman seated herself across from him so that he could see her without moving. The woman had on a pale pink dress, in the London style. It looked roughly worn, but he could barely see the parts that had been re-sewn. In front of her face she held a golden fan, so that her face was concealed. The golden fan too looked a bit battered but expertly remade. He looked at her, then began to speak. "Are you-"
But his question was answered before he asked it. "Aye, I am the Lady of the Sea. I'm sure you have an interesting path ahead of you, and an interesting past behind. What advice do you seek?" Will was taken aback by her forwardness. He was unsure what to say, but he felt he could trust this strange woman.
Will took a breath to steady himself and began, from the first time he met Jack Sparrow, to the storm. He told her things about his father, things about himself that he hadn't told anyone before. Not even Elizabeth.