A/N: By the name of QOSH/MSHF, I call this court to oooooorder! Not! Anyway, 2nd part of this lil fic.
Claimer and Disclaimer: Sheesh. And I thought I and QOSH/MSHF were the only crazy/very forgetful ones! Look at the first chapter, buddies!
PS: If you haven't read 'Across the Ages', get on board people! If you have read/love Maximum Ride read it! If you haven't read Maximum Ride, get on board and read it people! QOSH/MSHF is from that. Yes, she IS a real person for those who keep asking, and she loves her fan club. Even if she has never actually read Max Ride/met any of you. She sends her love, and says the holiday celebrating her should be in the summer. On July 24, to be exact. What can I say. She's more than a little crazy. Even if you haven't read Max Ride, her comments are in the second chappie. Just read 'em, and she'll say hello!
Calypso is Merciless
10 years was so long a wait: after all, who could be expected to go without the love of their life? Of course, you'd think I could. After all, I was Will Turner, the patient and placid blacksmith, steadfast and loyal. And that's true. Maybe just a little too true. I'll tell you, sir, even after she "betrayed" me, I stood by her side, wanting her to be happy, even at my own expense. Have you been in love, sir? If so, you'll know that all you want is for them to be happy. It makes you happy.
So I waited. I guess I'm lucky. I'm lucky she waited for me. I'm lucky I'm not Davy Jones. I respect the man he started as, the one before the monster. But after he was spurned, he became the monster. He locked his heart away to satisfy his personal interests rather than finish his job. You could say one thing about me: I'm persistent, and I finish things. I can't rest until I finish my job, and this one will never be finished.
Although I said I remained steadfast, I never said it was easy. There were so many times I so wanted to just go back to her. I almost forgot my duty, the one I was saved from. The scar on my chest reminds me that I am alive, and can see Elizabeth once in 10 years rather than... well, I'm not allowed to tell you what happens in those lands of mystery.
But I stayed strong. It was the only way I could honor her, the only way I could express my love, the only way I could tell her I'd rather see her once in 10 years when I did my job, rather than if I slacked and didn't. I lived for those rare, rare visits, when I returned to Elizabeth.
When I returned to Elizabeth. What a lovely sentence. I lived to make it come true. I ferried souls like yourself and told them of my wife. How beautiful she was, and how she could NEVER be broken, by man or force.
Ah well, I'm getting off topic. What do expect from a pirate a few millennium old?
The first time I visited, she was young and healthy, happy to see me. We truly became married then.
10 years passed. She was still lovely and young, and had given me a beautiful, 9 year old son, William Turner III.
It was 20 years since I became Davy Jones. When I returned, my boy was off to college to learn how to be a doctor. Elizabeth was not as young, but still so beautiful in my eyes. Halfway through the night, Jack came to visit us. It seemed that he had found the fountain of life.
Another 10 years, gone by on these strange seas. It hurt to see Elizabeth a grandmother of a girl and boy (our son had married by then), old and mature with her brood, but me as young as when I had... well, died.
40 years separate. She was old, by then. When we were married, we had been only 25. Now, I was still 25, and she was 65. So wise and motherly, but dying. I could tell. Soon the time would be to come back to... nothing. I left with a heavy heart, thinking to never see her again.
10 long, painful years, knowing I would probably come back to emptiness. The day came to go back. My heart sunk when I saw a grave on the beach, with people around it. They stepped aside when I came.
King Elizabeth Swann Turner
Died of old age and grief
Beloved wife, mother, grandmother, and King of the Brethren Court
We will treasure what you protected with your life
"We have... It," one of them said. He must have been Will III, because he looked like Elizabeth.
Another one said, "We'll protect It for as long as our line continues, and we will let this story be known one day, maybe a few millennium away from now, when it's safe, when this is believed to fantasy."
"She died yesterday, you know," said a girl, with my eyes and Elizabeth's hair. "If you go quickly, you'll probably be able to catch her."
"Thank you for everything," I said.
"We won't mind if you don't come back," said my son. "This beach has many painful memories for you, doesn't it Father?"
"Yes," I said absentmindedly. "Goodbye." I headed toward the Flying Dutchman quickly, thinking that I'd maybe miss her. That night, though, I saw her amongst your kind. She was young again, and looked at home.
"Good... what time is it?" she asked when she saw me.
"I don't know. Maybe it's day?" I said, trying to hide my smile behind a concerned face.
"Well then. Good day, husband."
"Would you like to come aboard, my king?'
"If I can forever."
And although she was dead, and I would probably never set foot on land again, I had never felt more alive.
A/N: Adios amigos! But before you go, here are some POV stuff!
In the first part, Elizabeth is talking to her decendents.
In the second part, Will is talking to a dead spirit on his way.
Remember that, and have a nice day!