At World's End. A fitting title for the last chapter of this memoir.
Soon after, Beckett stationed me aboard the Flying Dutchman. An action which I grievously objected to and yet I had to follow. My life seemingly had gone from bad to worse and often whilst aboard that ship, I wondered if there could have been anything that I could have stopped. The answer that I finally concluded was a resounding no.
However, before my life came to an abrupt end there was one joyous moment, just when all hope seemed to be lost. I saw Elizabeth again. Although the meeting was only brief, I thanked whoever led my life that they granted me this one, albeit bittersweet reunion with the one person I had ever truly loved.
Finally, for the first time in a long while, I let my heart rule my conscience and arguably did the only thing that was right. I let her go. I have never considered myself to be a martyr, but I now know that I died for something I believed in. I died for Elizabeth, for I truly believed in her.
Yes you may laugh or find my story pitiable, but I the end I do not care what anybody may think.
This is simply a memoir of my life. It is neither right nor wrong and most certainly riddled with imperfections. But that is just how I am.
My memoir is now told, and I hope that it served my memory well. I am not looking to be praised, loathed or remembered.
For love is not always just and life is not always fair.