Will sailed the waves with ease. His mind kept drifting back to Elizabeth who he's thought about constantly in the past year. Suddenly a familiar figure slid over to him.
"Captain Turner, we just got word of an attack in the Caribbean. Will, many lives were lost," Bootstrap said to his son. Will nodded and steered the boat in that direction.
The destroyed boat loomed in the distance. It was a boat that he instantly recognized as Elizabeth's.
"Elizabeth!" He cried and immediately dove into the waves. He reached the ship and searched frantically for his wife. He finally found her leaning against the railing, the sword sticking out of her stomach. She was fading fast but she still managed to smile when she saw him.
"Elizabeth, do you fear death?" He asked desperately pleading that she would say yes.
"Yes," she whispered and her hand fell limp.