One: Elizabeth to Will
Title: Never Say We Die
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Disclaimer: The words are mine, the worlds are not.
Summary: Ten years, three pirates, and one fate, entwined. 3 x 500 words.
Spoilers: "Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End" (2007)
Notes: The ending of this movie destroyed me. And so: working around it, just a bit.
One: Elizabeth to Will
Oh, Will. I wish I could say that I was strong and serene the entire time you were gone, from the moment the *Flying Dutchman* vanished from the horizon until the moment you were returned to me. It would make for a prettier tale, I know. But it would be a lie.
All I could think, as I stood on that beach with your heart beating in that chest beside me, was that after all I had been through in the last few days-- the misunderstandings between us, the journey beyond world's end, losing my father and James, becoming a pirate Lord and then King, *surviving* the final battles with Davy Jones and the East India Trading Company-- there I was, alone on the sand with no fortune and no livelihood after only one day of marriage. I didn't know if you'd be able to send me anything while you were away; I didn't even know if anything more would come of our wedding night.
I only knew that I regretted nothing we had done together, and that ten years might as well be forever.
I cried myself to sleep often at the beginning; those first few days, with only a dinghy between myself and the sea, were tough going, especially with your chest to protect. I couldn't return to Port Royal, not after everything that had happened; for all I knew, there was still a warrant out for my arrest. I didn't know where else to go but Tortuga, and even Tortuga had changed after Beckett's predations.
I don't know what I would have done, if it hadn't been for Anamaria. She'd finally found a ship and left the *Black Pearl* behind, but the crackdown on piracy had driven her to seek a more legitimate source of funds. She needed a likeminded partner, however, to be the public face of her business, and as the widowed, well-born Mrs. Turner I was useful to her.
It hasn't always been easy, but compared to what I've already faced, such lesser trials are as nothing. After your first letter found me I was able to sleep more easily at night, and soon I had little Will to keep me company. Jack comes by every now and again to check up on us, and sometimes Tia Dalma appears to me at night, bringing visions of you. For all she's suffered due to love, the goddess of the sea has a soft spot for you, I think.
And now-- now I'm the *independent* widow Turner. I have enough money to do whatever I like, within reason; I have Anamaria and little Will, and we've taken in a few more of the *Pearl*'s crew over the years as they retired. I have your letters, and the dreams. It might not be the life I wished for when I was a little girl, but I wouldn't take any of it back.
I love you.
Now, come. We have a lot of time to make up for...