"You did not trust me."
His words seemed to echo in her mind, as if there was nothing else. Though soft, his voice, it was like there was no rain, and no shouting in the background, only silence and his words, penetrating her heart. His eyes stared accusingly and helplessly at hers, as she painfully recalled the words he said not so long ago.
If you make your choices alone, how can I trust you?
Will felt hurt that Elizabeth didn't trust him, after all, he trusted her and she kissed another man. Her blue eyes seemed far away and made him wonder if he could trust her at all.
You can't.
"I do trust you, Will." Elizabeth looked around to make sure they were still safe, or to avoid his piercing stare. "But I love you much more."
Will gripped his sword tighter, satisfied with the pain it caused. "Then why are you here? You would've been much safer to wait for me there. Perhaps you thought I was not capable of taking care of myself. . . "
Elizabeth's face suddenly burst into anger and frustration. Why was he so insistent on this matter? How dare he tell her what is good for her and what to do? She was a woman, yes. But she was a pirate queen too. "I've had enough of this! Did you know what it felt like, waiting for you on The Pearl? You were gone so long and I got worried that something had happened to you! You have no idea, Will. So don't you judge me—you would've done the same too."
He opened his mouth to answer, but he spotted a flying cannonball hurdling toward them and quickly pulled her away, crouching in a corner. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" An incredulous Elizabeth repeated, with one eyebrow raised. He'd just accused her of not being able to trust him and all he says is sorry? She watched as the cannonball smashed into part of the ship, leaving splintered wood.
"What else can I say, Elizabeth?" he demanded exasperatedly. Stubborn Elizabeth again. But then it was the way she was and he loved her that way. "I'm sorry, and I don't know how else to say it. I trust you."
Her eyes lingered to another fresh wound on his right shoulder that looked terribly deep and painful. Never mind anything else. "Will, what happened?"
"Nothing," he mumbled, flustered. "I'm just. . . . sorry."
But she took hold of his arm and examined it, then looked around. A gang of seaweed encrusted creatures had decided to attack them. They ran toward the couple, swords and pistols in hand.
Will pulled her up and took her hand, squeezing it tightly as he blocked every blow intended for them. "Stay close to me, Elizabeth."
She glanced him and pulled her sword out of a pirates. "I will."
I'm sorry this was quite late but I had a lot of homework and. . . I guess that comes first. So sorry. I hope this was fine with you guys! Tell me what you want to happen in the ending, okay? Like happily-ever-after or sad?