Early morning, before most sailors were awake and on deck, Elizabeth looked to the horizon. Her eyes gazed at the sun rising slowly. Afraid it wouldn't do anything, she didn't want to call for him. If nothing happened she knew her heart would break more. If she did call though, he may come. She needed him again. She had to.

Standing at the most, far point of the bow, Elizabeth shut her eyes. She set her hands across her heart. She began calling across the wind with all the love she possessed.

"Will. Will, my darling. Please, hear me. Will, I need you. I miss you so much. Will." Her voice became desperate and louder. The wind speed increased and the sea calmed. "Will Turner. Where are you? Will, I love you. Please, darling. Hear me. Will." She paused a moment to look at the horizon. Nothing. Frustrated, she hollered his name. "WILL!"

The wind calmed. Her eyes gazed across the empty horizon. Nothing but the slowly rising sun. She lowered her eyes as her head fell low into her chest. The slight wind blew her hair into her tear soaked face. She sighed deeply. Will, he was all she wanted. Through her closed eyes, she saw something. Just for a moment. She saw it. Gazing at the wooden deck below her bare feet, her heart pounded. Was it? Or was she imagining it? So afraid, but needing to know, her head and eyes were slowly raised. Her breaths were deep and unsteady. Her heart pounded. Suddenly, she lost her breath.

"Will," she said to her self, smiling and crying.

On the horizon was a ship sailing against the wind. A moment ago, the horizon was empty and the sea calm. Now, there was a ship. Only one ship in all the worlds could sail with the wind or against. Squinting, she saw someone atop mainmast leaning over with one arm.

"Will," she called again.

Captain Will Turner appeared on the deck of the Horizon. He stood there, just looking at her.

"Elizabeth," he called, breathlessly as she raced into his arms. He held her so close to him. He kissed her warm, sun kissed hair and face.

Elizabeth broke off. She pulled him into a kiss.

Their lips met in a long lost and very much missed touch. Both had their eyes shut with their arms around the other. Their kiss was more passionate and desperate than the one they parted with. Oblivious to everything but the other, Will and Elizabeth Turner stood on the Horizon's deck as if it was just them, locked in an unbreakable kiss. They slowly broke away only to gaze into each others long missed and loved eyes that both glistened.

Elizabeth leaned back into his chest. Her back began trembling.

Will stroked her back. He combed his fingers through her hair.

"Elizabeth, I'm here. Shh. I'm here now," he told her gently.

"No, you're going to leave me again," Elizabeth sobbed. She looked into his eyes. "Take me with you. Let me join the crew. I cannot live another day without you. I can't do this anymore. I need you Will. Please, take me with."

"Nor can I live without you. We must though," Will said.

"Why?" asked Elizabeth, falling into his arms.

"Because I want you to live and you are not dying," whispered Will.

"That can be arranged," Elizabeth told him.

Will's eyes widened as he pulled her from his arms. "You will never do such an action! You will wait until your time. I can't lose you the way you lost me. You are still alive! Your heart still beats!" he shouted, deeply afraid.

"So does yours Will. Every night I make sure of it," whispered Elizabeth

Will let her go from his grasp. His eyes lowered to the sea. "That is simple to forget. I've forgotten what a heartbeat feels like," he said, barely loud enough for Elizabeth to hear.

"Take me with you," pleaded Elizabeth.

"You cannot follow where I go. No yet," whispered Will with sigh.

Elizabeth bowed her head.

Will pulled her into his arms again. A gentle hand was set on his shoulder.

"But she can have another day with you."

Will smiled, knowing that voice.

Bill gave his son a nod.

Elizabeth broke away from her Will. She realized the two ships were side by side. The crew of the Horizon gazed at the ship with fear.

Thomas came to Elizabeth. He gave her a nod was well. "Go cousin. He needs this as much as you," he told her handing her a sack. Will looked at him oddly and familiarity. "Thomas Swann. You were fifteen when I left Port Royal. I was also the one who brought you to the manor when you were fever struck."

Will nodded, now remembering. "I do thank you for that. I never had the chance before."

"Thank me by carrying her off this ship. Sweep her away for today. If she returns before sundown I'll kill her myself," Thomas told him, then quickly added. "Rather, I'll keep her alive and on land."

Elizabeth had to laugh. She was suddenly lifted into the air. Will's arms were under her knees and across her back. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

Will walked across the plank carrying her to his ship. Along the way, she pulled him into a quick kiss.

Bill nodded with a laugh. He took Elizabeth's sack and headed over to the Dutchman, not realizing what exactly was in that sack.

Alone in the cabin of the Flying Dutchman, Will and Elizabeth sat on the bench in front of the organ.

Unable to turn, Will gazed at her. It had only been nearly five months. He never again wanted to leave her. She was so beautiful. Her long, flowing dark blue dress, windblown hair, dirty face, curious eyes that looked across the room and soon met his…she was so beautiful.

"I've dreamed of you every night," he said dreaming again.

"And I've thought of you every moment of everyday," whispered Elizabeth, taking his hand into a tight grasp. Will smiled into her eyes. "It is easy?"

"Hmm?" Will whispered blinking awake.

"Doing this. Is it easy?" Elizabeth asked again.

"Sometimes. As long as I'm doing something it's fine. We've been busy with the souls these past months, which is freeing them from these waters. I really haven't had much time to do much other than free souls. Now that they are gone, I've had more time to meet the crew and talk with my father. I don't know what I would to without him. He's always here for me. He's just trying to make this more bearable," Will told her.

"I miss him so much," whispered Elizabeth mournfully.

Will set his arm around her and pulled her close to him. "He is very proud of you. You kept your crew safe, fought for what was right, and followed your heart. He's proud of you and glad you married me. He always knew that I would take care of you. He sends all his love and happiness for us. All he wants is for you to live a good, long life full of happiness and joy," he said, wiping away the tears. "James also wishes the best to the both of us. He sends his love as well."

Elizabeth choked on her tears. She set her hand across her mouth. Sighing deeply, she set it aside. It was bound to happen. She knew Will was going to find them.

"They are at peace Elizabeth and they will love you and wait," added Will gently.

He kissed her head and brushed away her tears with his thumb.

Swallowing hard, her eyes fell upon the ivory keys of the organ. Her fingers touched random notes across the keyboard. Sighing again, she slumped.

Will gently set his fingers on the keys, making sure they were on the correct notes. He began to play what he had come up with so far.

Elizabeth looked at his fingers. The notes were combined to make passionate, loving, hopeful, yet, sad and haunting chords and rhythms.

"It's beautiful," she whispered with moist eyes.

"Not yet. It must be perfect. This is the beginning," said Will confident.

They sat silent a moment in the comfort of each other's arms.

"Will, how did you know to come to me when I called?" asked Elizabeth.

"Sometimes I have this feeling. I've tried describing it to my father. The only way it can be described is as though my heart is still in me. I'm warm and content again. That's how I've felt these past days. Last night I needed to come back here. This feeling was stronger than anything I've felt in three months. I wanted to watch the sunrise again. Somehow, on the wind, I heard your voice. At first, I thought it was my mind then the feeling came back. I felt loved and warm. Right there I knew where you were," Will replied, gazing into her eyes as she smiled. "I know Thomas is with you and he's looking after you, but I don't want you to be alone anymore. I wish more than anything I can be with you at your side every moment."

Elizabeth set his hand across her belly.

Will looked at her belly impressed. "Last time I saw you, you barely ate anything. I see you've been eating again and it looks wonderful. I always thought you needed more fat but I never thought you were going to eat this much."

Elizabeth looked at him insulted. "Are saying I'm fat?"

Will nodded innocently. "Pretty much," he admitted, expecting her to slap him.

Instead, Elizabeth smiled. "Of course I'm fat, but if I was fat as you are talking about I should have larger arms and legs also. My arms and legs have remained the same size. Only my belly has grown Will."

"That makes no sense," noted Will. "You are eating though?"

"Of course. I need to eat two people's share after all," added Elizabeth.

Will looked at her with eyes of curious wonder. He tilted his head to the side. Quickly, he sat on the other side of her, facing her belly. He looked at her belly. It was too round to be fat from food. He had only seen a belly like this once when he was a child. Spark lit in his eyes as they widened. He looked at her face.

Elizabeth nodded as she set his hands back on her belly. "I'm pregnant Will."

Will pointed at himself. "Mine?"

"No, Will, it's Jack's child," said Elizabeth sarcastically with a smile.

Will bounded to his feet and began to leave the room. "I'm gonna kill him!"

"Will no. It's yours," said Elizabeth grabbing his hand before he could go much farther. "Despite the sand we did better than what we thought."

"So it is my child?" asked Will, sitting beside her again, touching her belly.

"Of course Will. The child growing in my belly for four months now is yours. Half of you grows inside of me. You'll never leave me again," said Elizabeth. She took his face between her palms. "Will, you're going to be a father."

Will moistened his lips. He couldn't breathe. Unsure what she had just said, he stood and took a few paces away from her. He didn't know what to think. She told him he was going to be a father. Her beautiful belly was proof that he needed. He turned to see the worry and fright on Elizabeth's face. No words could describe his response. He pulled her into a long kiss of love. Laughing, he broke away and swung her around.

"I'm going to be a father Elizabeth! That's wonderful!" he cried.

Her fears relieved, Elizabeth gazed at the smile across her Will's face. She had never seen a smile so large before.

On deck watching a rousing game of Liar's Dice, Bill glanced at the cabin doors again. They finally opened. Will and Elizabeth walked out tightly holding hands. Bill glanced at them closer. His son wore such a joyful and amazed smile. His eyes moistened with joy. Elizabeth wore a relieved, proud smile.

"I know those faces," began Bill going to Will. "Your mother and I once shared those same smiles you two wear now. That was when she had told me we were going to have a child." He looked at both of them again.

Will's smile grew as he nodded while Elizabeth bit her lip as she giggled.

Bill's fore finger pointed at them. "You're…"

"Going to have a baby," finished Will as if it was a suggestion.

"Ha!" Bill cried as he threw his arms around his son causing Will to jump. "I'll be damned. Will." He laughed and rocked Will back and forth. "A pirate prince or princess. Your child is going to be the most known and famous of them all." He released Will and turned toward the crew. "Maccus, Greenbeard, Wyvern, John, Will is pregnant! He's going to have a baby!" He hollered much too overjoyed to realize what came out of his mouth.

They all broke out laughing.

"Figuratively," corrected Will. He pointed to Elizabeth. "She is the one that is pregnant."

"You are not as cursed as you think you are Will. This is a miracle," Bill noted.

"Yes it is," agreed Elizabeth.

Will pulled her into a loving hug.

"No child could ever have a better mother and father than you two," said Bill.

Will slowly pulled away. His joy and happiness were suddenly gone from him. He gazed at Elizabeth's belly with sad, heartbroken eyes.

"I'll never be there," he told them. "Our child will never know me, but five times in an entire lifetime. I'll never be home to watch my son or daughter grow. I'll never be there when all the other children have their fathers. How can this happen? This shouldn't happen. It won't happen. I won't allow it to happen. I'm not going to do this to my child." He sounded as though he was talking to himself.

"Will, what are you talking about?" wondered Elizabeth.

"I'm never going to see my child or you again. I'll never allow my baby to know me if I'm only gong to be home for one day every decade. I can't let this happen. The wait is too much pain. I wish for my child to be happy and free and careless, not sad and longing. Elizabeth, you can't ever mention I'm alive. You can't ever see me again," Will pleaded desperate.

"Will, darling, where does it state that the captain cannot see his love at sea whenever they can?" asked Elizabeth, calmly and trying not to laugh.

Will opened his mouth to speak. He raised a finger as well and thought a moment. "It's not stated. It's just one day on land every ten years at sea," he said then realized. "Oh, meet at sea."

"So you are going to make a wonderful father," Elizabeth told him, placing her hand on his cheek.

Will laughed at himself.

"Will, son, something's happened to you lad. Just a few days ago you were telling me that emotion and feeling were becoming difficult to grasp. Now, suddenly, they're back," noted Bill.

"I don't know. I just feel whole and warm again. Everything is back. I swear that my heart is back inside me," said Will. "Unless…" He looked at his father who thought the same. "Elizabeth, what happened to the chest?"

Elizabeth touched the gold chain around his neck until it reached his tunic. She pulled on the chain until the silver key fell into her hand. Breathing deeply with wide eyes, she let the key lie in her palm. With trembling fingers, she brushed the key.

Will took her hands in his.

She looked into his eyes then at the scar on his breast.

Will lifted her chin.

"It's on the Horizon," she whispered slowly looking towards her face.

Bill turned toward the sack he brought aboard, the one Thomas handed Elizabeth.

"No it's not," he told them, kneeling beside it.

He untied the string holding the ends together. He lifted the chest from the sack. His hands held onto the side gently. His body shook and eyes moistened.

Will gazed at the chest in horror and sadness. Tears consumed his eyes. His body and breaths trembled. Falling back into that moment, his knees gave. He fell onto deck looking towards the sky. The tears fell from his eyes.

Elizabeth rushed to his side. She wrapped her arms tightly around him. She held his crying body close. Will lowered her head into her chest. She rocked gently back and forth, rubbing his back and hushing him.

Also having fallen back into that moment, Bill gazed at the chest and his son. His hands trembled horribly. He knelt beside his son.

Both his and Elizabeth's arms were holding Will in a tight, loving hug. Both hushed and rocked him.

Sensing the pain from his captain, Maccus set the chest back in the sack out of his eyes. He leaned down. His own eyes shut in pain as he heard the heart beating.

"I couldn't leave it alone, on shore…away from my love," said Elizabeth.

Will nodded. He sighed as he pulled away from their arms. He gave his father a haunted look that pleaded for peace. Bill set his hand on Will's cheek. Will stood again. He looked at the setting sun.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I know," replied Elizabeth. She lowered her head. "I have to leave now don't I?"

Will nodded, wishing it weren't so. He carried her onto the Horizon.

Bill brought the chest then immediately left.

Elizabeth gazed at her husband's eyes. Her fingers wound around the key. Using the key, she pulled him down into a kiss.

Will wrapped his arms around her back. She never wanted him to stop, but he did. He pulled her into one last deep, tight hug.

"Wait for me," whispered Will.

"Always and forever," replied Elizabeth.

Slowly, Will broke off.

Their clasped hands broke apart as he turned away.

Aboard his ship, Captain Turner gave one last look at his love. He turned with sad eyes. The ship sailed to the sun. The Dutchman seemed to sail into the sun until the sky lit with a bright flash of green.

Elizabeth stared at the empty horizon. Will was gone again.

A Note from TurtleHeart: Like I previously stated, getting the story back to where it was should not take too long, but do not get your fingers crossed since is the holiday season and my birthday is tomorrow. But i'll work on it as much as I can.