A/N: Hello dellos! SWK, repooooorting! 'Ny way, I've heard 2 things about AWE: one is that the curse is broken after Will returns after 10, and the other is... well, not. 2 alternate endings! First chappie Elizabeth, the other, Will.
Disclaimer and Claimer: I may not own the characters, but I own the plot! Actually, not really. This is SUCH a used plotline. Both of 'em.
The Curse is Broken
10 years was so long a wait: after all, who could be expected to go without the love of their life? You wouldn't think I could. After all, I was Elizabeth Swann Turner, the Pirate King, daughter of the Governor who only wanted to be free. Huh, what a laugh. I'll tell you young 'uns, if you're in love, you can watch an eternity go by without stirring, a millennium just waiting for your lover to return.
So I did. I guess I'm lucky that I did. I guess I'm lucky I'm not Calypso. I respect the form she resided in, Tia Dalma, but Calypso used her personality as her defense for turning Davy Jones into a monster. Would you love me otherwise? she said, trying to explain away her faults. You could say my nature is to explore and adventure, but I sat and waited here, going against my nature which told me to leave, and I knew that Will would still love me even if I stayed.
Although I said those years I waited without a second thought, I never said it didn't feel like forever and that it wasn't hard. It felt like forever at the time. I counted days, you know. Sounds kind of laughable, and pitiable, but I did. I'm not going to deny anything. It was hard. It was hard going against my nature, and living in the middle of no where, while raising a child and protecting Will's heart. Did I not mention that?
But I waited. It was the only thing I could do for Will. Just sit, raise our child, and wait. And wait. And wait. All the waiting took its toll on me. When Will came back, I had hard calluses, and a head weary from life.
When Will came back. What a wonderful sentence. You young 'uns don't know how it feels to be without love for more than a day or two, let alone ten years. It's like going without water for a million days, without food for a hundred years.
Ah, but I'm getting off topic. I'm an old woman though, what else can you expect? Anyway, the day he came back was a nice one, as if the world was preparing itself for two lovers reuniting. Then, the green flash came. It flew across the horizon like an exotic bird. Mind, we were in the Caribbean, which is quite exotic, but never mind. The green flash came, and out of the distance came the Flying Dutchman. Although it always looks old, to my mind it looks better than your new modern boats. Out came Will. He saw me standing there, I guess with our son, Will III. His nickname was Bill like his grandfather, and he fairly ate the stories I told him about all of us. Anyway, Will came out to us. He hadn't aged a day, and I was embarrassed at the lines on my face and my calluses. But he hugged me and told me he loved me. And the chest gave a big crack, and suddenly I heard a faint beating in his chest, and I knew he would stay with us forever.
Despite everything to come, all the joys, sorrows, tomorrow's troubles, and everything, I was ready. After all, wasn't that what life was about? And I had never felt so alive.
A/N: So, folkees, what do you think? Like it? Hate it? I'm sorry for you Sparrabeth shippers, but that doesn't mean I understand/like the pairing. I mean seriously! Willabeth is godsend! They were meant to be! Sorry. So. Just R&R, and I'll bake you... hmm... I know! I'll bake you fried pumpkin seeds! What? Don't like that? Well, you're weird. I guess I'll just have to go with cookies. And milk. And if you don't like either... well then, you're critically insane.
Huggles and caralmeles (sweets in Spanish),
PS: Sorry for ya Sparrabeth shippers, but the next chappie ain't gonna be Sparrabeth. No way. I could never write anything so twisted (shudders).