To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.
Bill Wilson
The shack was completely empty one summer night, save for a young couple cuddled up in a corner. Elizabeth had surprised Will by coming that late, but he had been happy to take a break for her. He was holding her in his arms, lovingly kissing her neck and burying his face in her hair.
"Will, after we get married," Elizabeth began tentatively. "Would you. . .want children?"
He hesitated for awhile, quite taken aback by her question. Then he smiled, stroking her long, soft hair. "Of course. You would make a great mother, Elizabeth."
She smiled and continued, "If we have a son, Will, I shall call him William. And if we'll have a daughter, perhaps. . .after my mother. What do you think?" Elizabeth looked up at his face, looking for a reaction of some sort.
Will wrinkled his brow at her. "William? Isn't that a bit overused already? And there would be two of us around."
"Yes, but I would like to think our son to be as noble, and handsome, and strong as his father." With every quality she added, Elizabeth's face drew nearer and nearer to Will's, so near that all she could see was his sincere brown eyes sparkle in the dim light.
He smiled, his face growing a bit red. "Then our daughter will be as beautiful and stubborn as you," he replied lovingly. Their lips met in a kiss, one that felt like it could last forever. But Elizabeth suddenly broke it off, distracted and upset for no reason Will could think of.
"Will you ever leave me?" she asked quietly. Her voice sounded weak, even ashamed of the question.
"No, never," he promised her, kissing the tip of her nose. "Never, Elizabeth. I love you."
"You promise me?" Elizabeth ran her hand through his hair, looking up into his brown eyes, waiting for a response. A faint trace of a smile was set on her lips; Elizabeth never did grow tired of hearing him say he loved her. She had never said it back, although she loved him more than he probably thought she did.
"I promise." Will kissed the top of her head as she settled back in his arms, with an image of a young boy who looked exactly like Will in her head. He would never leave her. He promised.
Jack got on his knees carefully, and put his hands on the handle of the sword carefully. He glanced at a grief-stricken Elizabeth before gingerly pulling it off from Will's chest. Jack had felt uncomfortable about doing it, but it simply didn't feel right to leave such a good man like Will with it.
"Sorry about that mate," he mumbled apologetically, wincing.
Then Elizabeth pulled Will's body close to her, laying his head down gently on her lap as she brushed wet hair away from his face. Then wrapping her arms around his neck, she bent down and rested her chin on near the edge of his shoulder. She did not cry, for she never was one to show tears, and was well aware that the remaining crew of The Black Pearl was gathered around her, watching. The battle was won indeed, but they lost many lives and one, honorable Will Turner.
She ignored all those who tried to tell her to let go, to let her Will go. Though the stormy seas rocked the ship violently, she cared not at all. Didn't anyone understand her at all? But of course, how could they? They were bloody, rum-loving pirates for God's sake.
It was like a piece of her had been taken along with Will, as if a part of her had died with him. He meant everything to her, everything. She had never told him that, not until the last moments of his life. Elizabeth wondered why she used to be so scared to admit their feelings to her own fiancée. But it was too late now. Will was gone. He had left her.
"Will," Elizabeth whispered, stroking his hair lovingly. All the pirates around her pretended not to hear anything. "I—I love you, William Turner. You promised never to leave me, remember? You promised me. . ." Her voice sounded shaky, and tears threatened to fall from her eyes any second although biting her lip helped to stop it.
Jack put a sympathetic hand on her trembling shoulder. "Will would want you to let go, Lizzie. He wouldn't want this for you."
But she ignored him, tears unwillingly falling from her crystal blue eyes. How would he know what Will would want? Jack—Jack Sparrow—of all people. Elizabeth felt sudden remorse and regret about kissing Jack, knowing it caused Will so much agony and pain, and knowing that she could have saved him from death's grasps
Images of the man she loved being murdered, killed by a sword flashed through her mind. And the worst part had been watching Will struggle painfully to live, when all she could do was cry out his name. She couldn't help him, or ease his pain the way she desperately wanted to. She felt like bursting out, in anger, in hate, in pain, and in love. Fate always had to pull them apart, always just when they were happy. . . .
He was so shy once, so naïve and afraid. But he loved her, and that mattered more. Then one day, he told her how he felt, and for awhile, she was happy with him. The day he first told her he loved her, she promised herself never to love another, and she never will. No longer was he too shy or naïve, but he'd become brave and strong and noble.
Then he'd told lies, gotten his heart broken, been betrayed, lost his father, lost his love, and had deceived everyone around him. But he still loved her, with his whole and pure heart, selflessly putting her life before his.
Thud. Thud.
What was that?
Thud. Thud.
Well I hope this was okay too. . .I'm sorry I didn't update sooner but don't worry, it's already summer where I live and it'll be quicker now, although this story is nearly finished. I want to thank those who have stuck through the entire story, those who review, and those who simple read this story of mine that I'm not sure is worth your time. Thank you. And you rock my world!
(Yes, that's you.)