Post by candidpersona on Jun 11, 2007 5:20:52 GMT -5
A.N. I do not own any of the characters in potc, c'est la vie.
This is set after the last scene in POTC AWE and its basically the continuing story.
Chapter One
“Ha ha! Be careful William!” She laughed gently as she followed as eagerly as her son down towards the shore…ten years she had waited for this moment, ten long years she had thought everyday of him; His face, his eyes, his smile, his hands, his sun-beaten skin.
The sound of his voice as he spoke her name, “Elizabeth”, that day on the beach as he had whispered it into her hair, the sound that brushed her neck.
“My Elizabeth”
She remembered as though it were yesterday and yet yesterday was so long ago, so painfully long ago.
The small boy stumbled on the small pebbles, which lined the path of the cliff, which slowly descended down to the beach. But he did not hear his mothers voice as she called to him. No, he could hear nothing save the sound of the waves as they lapped against the shore. He saw the boat approaching but the rocks that jumped at his feet. He saw the men rowing the boat towards the land, he saw the man that stood at its front. He saw the man’s dark hair flickering in the wind. He saw the colour of his kerchief that was tied about his crown. He saw the dark coat, his white shirt, the tan breeches. He saw his father.
Elizabeth could see him. William Turner, the boy in the water, the blacksmith, the pirate, the captain. And part of her was brought back to where she had been left on the beach the day she married him. She broke into a run, stumbling across the pebbles, she felt her skirt twisting in the wind, she felt her hair whip her face as she ran ever closer.
A warmth began to flood all over him, his heart was returning, the blood began to pulse though his veins. The beat of his very being, his whole body shaking with anticipation at what was to come, to what he was to have, to how he was to live. His hands gripped the side of the boat, he had to grip the boat, he knew he had the grip the boat for fear he would tear the very sea for the stones.
William watched as his mother ran ahead of him, her golden hair glittered as she ran towards the sea, she turned her head smiling back at him, laughing as she ran. She looked liked the little girls who ran and played in the town, with their ribbons trailing in the wind.
'SPLASH' Elizabeth ran into the water, faltering through the waves that lapped against her feet, unaware of the cold water that bit furiously at her skin. Her skirt being pulled down like a waterfall, billowing as the wind danced with it. She pulled herself forward as she watched Will jump from the boat. And in all the days, hours and minutes that had past since they had been divided all that time ago, never had a moment been so wonderful as Elizabeth threw her arms around Will’s neck.
Will clasped his arms tightly around her, he felt him safe shaking, as he lifted her up into his arms, he breathed deeply into her, the softness of her hair against his skin.
“Elizabeth. My Elizabeth. Oh God I’ve missed this, missed you” Will whispered into her neck.
Elizabeth leaned back smiling broadly, she ran her fingers through Will’s hair, she slanted her head forward towards Will as their lips met. Binding a kiss that sealed their past, their present and their future together. It was a kiss that symbolised everything that they had gone without for so long.
“Ha ha!” Elizabeth laughed as she pulled the kerchief from Will’s head. “My Will, my other Will.”
Will frowned, but smiled curiously, Elizabeth turned her head back towards the beach.
Slowly Will lowered Elizabeth down and taking her hand, they began to walk towards the beach, towards their son. Will had always known he had a son, he knew the night he was born that he had a son. And now he could see him for the first time.
Young William stood clutching his hat as he watched his parents reunited for the first time in his life. He saw the beauty of their love. And it was then that he realised that this is what waiting was about; the beauty of reward, he saw that all the years he had seen the other children playing with the parents, standing with them at the church on Sunday’s, walking around with their parents at the market. And seeing his parents now, and knowing he could have this, he knew it had been worth the wait.
As Will reached the edge of the surf, he knelt down and he held out his hand to William.
Cautiously William stepped forward, and returning his father’s actions he held out his hand.
Will clasped William’s small hand and smiled, but as William began to grin Will pulled him into a tight embrace.
Elizabeth watched smiling, as her son and her husband held onto each other tightly. Will glanced up and opening out one of his arms he brought Elizabeth into the enfold.
“What’s that?” William was peering around his father’s legs as the two men who had been rowing the boat, were now hauling a large bulky chest up the beach.
Will falling out of the embrace, but still holding stead fast onto Little William and Elizabeth’s hands. “That young William is ten years of birthday presents.”
William grinned up at his father.
This is set after the last scene in POTC AWE and its basically the continuing story.
Chapter One
“Ha ha! Be careful William!” She laughed gently as she followed as eagerly as her son down towards the shore…ten years she had waited for this moment, ten long years she had thought everyday of him; His face, his eyes, his smile, his hands, his sun-beaten skin.
The sound of his voice as he spoke her name, “Elizabeth”, that day on the beach as he had whispered it into her hair, the sound that brushed her neck.
“My Elizabeth”
She remembered as though it were yesterday and yet yesterday was so long ago, so painfully long ago.
The small boy stumbled on the small pebbles, which lined the path of the cliff, which slowly descended down to the beach. But he did not hear his mothers voice as she called to him. No, he could hear nothing save the sound of the waves as they lapped against the shore. He saw the boat approaching but the rocks that jumped at his feet. He saw the men rowing the boat towards the land, he saw the man that stood at its front. He saw the man’s dark hair flickering in the wind. He saw the colour of his kerchief that was tied about his crown. He saw the dark coat, his white shirt, the tan breeches. He saw his father.
Elizabeth could see him. William Turner, the boy in the water, the blacksmith, the pirate, the captain. And part of her was brought back to where she had been left on the beach the day she married him. She broke into a run, stumbling across the pebbles, she felt her skirt twisting in the wind, she felt her hair whip her face as she ran ever closer.
A warmth began to flood all over him, his heart was returning, the blood began to pulse though his veins. The beat of his very being, his whole body shaking with anticipation at what was to come, to what he was to have, to how he was to live. His hands gripped the side of the boat, he had to grip the boat, he knew he had the grip the boat for fear he would tear the very sea for the stones.
William watched as his mother ran ahead of him, her golden hair glittered as she ran towards the sea, she turned her head smiling back at him, laughing as she ran. She looked liked the little girls who ran and played in the town, with their ribbons trailing in the wind.
'SPLASH' Elizabeth ran into the water, faltering through the waves that lapped against her feet, unaware of the cold water that bit furiously at her skin. Her skirt being pulled down like a waterfall, billowing as the wind danced with it. She pulled herself forward as she watched Will jump from the boat. And in all the days, hours and minutes that had past since they had been divided all that time ago, never had a moment been so wonderful as Elizabeth threw her arms around Will’s neck.
Will clasped his arms tightly around her, he felt him safe shaking, as he lifted her up into his arms, he breathed deeply into her, the softness of her hair against his skin.
“Elizabeth. My Elizabeth. Oh God I’ve missed this, missed you” Will whispered into her neck.
Elizabeth leaned back smiling broadly, she ran her fingers through Will’s hair, she slanted her head forward towards Will as their lips met. Binding a kiss that sealed their past, their present and their future together. It was a kiss that symbolised everything that they had gone without for so long.
“Ha ha!” Elizabeth laughed as she pulled the kerchief from Will’s head. “My Will, my other Will.”
Will frowned, but smiled curiously, Elizabeth turned her head back towards the beach.
Slowly Will lowered Elizabeth down and taking her hand, they began to walk towards the beach, towards their son. Will had always known he had a son, he knew the night he was born that he had a son. And now he could see him for the first time.
Young William stood clutching his hat as he watched his parents reunited for the first time in his life. He saw the beauty of their love. And it was then that he realised that this is what waiting was about; the beauty of reward, he saw that all the years he had seen the other children playing with the parents, standing with them at the church on Sunday’s, walking around with their parents at the market. And seeing his parents now, and knowing he could have this, he knew it had been worth the wait.
As Will reached the edge of the surf, he knelt down and he held out his hand to William.
Cautiously William stepped forward, and returning his father’s actions he held out his hand.
Will clasped William’s small hand and smiled, but as William began to grin Will pulled him into a tight embrace.
Elizabeth watched smiling, as her son and her husband held onto each other tightly. Will glanced up and opening out one of his arms he brought Elizabeth into the enfold.
“What’s that?” William was peering around his father’s legs as the two men who had been rowing the boat, were now hauling a large bulky chest up the beach.
Will falling out of the embrace, but still holding stead fast onto Little William and Elizabeth’s hands. “That young William is ten years of birthday presents.”
William grinned up at his father.