Disclaimer: Do I look like I own Pirates of the Caribbean? Didn't think so. Not mine, don't sue.
Summary: Sequal to "A Weather Eye On The Horizon". Elizabeth waits with her son.
A/N: When I wrote 'A Weather Eye on the Horizon' I hadn't seen the end snippet. I have also been told that after ten years, if Elizabeth and Will remain true to their vows, the curse will be obliterated.
A/N: I am a steadfast Will/Elizabeth shipper, and there is no way to change that. Seriously, does the fact that Jack Sparrow gets slapped by nearly every woman he comes across say NOTHING about his Commitment issues? What about his complete devotion to the Black Pearl? The way that Will is ready to die or sail to the world's end for Elizabeth? How Elizabeth
Ten Years…
Every day, I go to the cliffs and watch the horizon.
Ever since my husband left to Captain the Flying Dutchman, I have kept my eye on the horizon, waiting for the Green Flash that will signal his arrival back to this world.
Back to me.
I miss Will, of course, but I have no fear of sinking into despair.
This is the life that I have always dreamed about.
I am free to make my own choices, to be myself, without having to live up to other people's expectations.
I do not have to worry about what society thinks of me (Although I would pay money to see certain faces if they had known what became of me).
Besides, I have several things to remember my husband by.
The chest containing his heart, which he says has always belonged to me, and the beat of which I listen to each night, lulling me to sleep.
My sword, which Will made for me while we were courting. His finest work, which has never left my side.
And the child that he gave me. William Turner III.
My son looks so much like his father. I see my husband in our child every day. It is in the risks he takes, his passionate nature (although that is from both of us), right down to that smile that practically sings of mischief done and the proud tilt of his chin when he is convinced that he is right about something.
My son has never seen his father's face, but he will not grow up without knowing him.
I tell William stories about my Will every night, tales of our adventures together. William will do something that I have seen my husband do a thousand times, and I will tell him of it.
I teach William how to read and write and count, and I teach him the ways of the sea, how to recognize constellations and use them as a guide, and most importantly, to honor the sea-goddess Calypso, along with my own Christian God.
I teach William the pirate songs that I made up and sung, the stories and histories of pirates that I grew up reading whenever I could sneak away.
I take William to the cliffs with me every day.
The first sunrise that he saw was seen from the cliff-top, and he has accompanied me there every day.
First I carried him in my arms, then he walked with me, holding my hand for balance as we slowly made our way from the house to the cliff. Now William, nine years old, runs ahead of me, singing the same song that I sang the fog-filled morning I met Will.
I follow at a slower pace, smiling at his youthful exuberance. My arm is around him, my hand on his shoulder as we look to the horizon together.
Suddenly, I see a flash of green light, something I have waited ten years to see again. My heart leaps, even before I see the sails of the Flying Dutchman. I look closer, and see my husband balanced on a rail, holding onto a rope as he leans over the side, watching for me.
My Will has returned.
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A/N: So what did people think? You've taken this long to read my work, you can probably spare a few more to review.
Nat