Post by Reens on Dec 16, 2005 7:29:31 GMT -5
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Elizabeth's POV
He is sitting alone on a steep cliff scanning the horizon as he always does when he wants to reminisce. Those perturbed brown orbs I love so much are transfixed in a distance. His upper body is half lifted supported by his elbows while the unruly length of his hair fly fervently to wind's devices.
The sea is noisy with the bustle of the harbor directly beneath us: the calls of seagulls in search of food, the cry of a babe, coughing of a sickly old man, yelling indifferences of a bargaining women, the usher of sea in bathing the shore.
He is oblivious of it all because today was the day he lifted the curse some years past. Today, he is lost again in the throes of guilt. Again, he is suspecting himself of being his own father's murderer. Even today he laments his lack of foresight in breaking the Aztec curse. For not thinking the consequences his father will face. The curse may have kept him alive in the deep abyss of his eventual reprieve. Though at the time it seemed like the right choice. The only choice, even.
He never tells me with so much words but doesn't deter my studious curiosity either. I have since, mesmerized the open book that is Will Turner page to page in the years past. The clear torrents in his eyes that he dare not shed reflect his hurt ever so bluntly.
Feeling a bit intrusive yet- needed I reluctantly settle myself beneath the incline of his upper torso,caressing his forehead under my chin. He doesn't make any sudden movements from the bearing as if he was aware of my presence all along.
No words pass between us as we sit gazing at the line dividing sea from sky.
Assurances are passed as waves of tribulation are surfaced within us.
So much can be said when we don't feel judged.
It is amazing what a difference only one person can make. You may feel completely alone in a crowd but the presence of that one person, makes you feel enriched. They make it all worthwhile. And when they are by your side you feel like you can go through anything.
The comfortable silence was broken by a deep grunt from my beloved. He looked up into my eyes. The sides of his mouth lifting, forming a pleased curve. “We should head back home.”
Searching for possible signs of disarray and finding none I replied smiling back, “We should.”
Hand in hand, we left the busy harbor.
Sometimes, the best of conversations happen when we don't talk... at all.
