Rating: PG for Jacks turn of phrase and some politics
Disclaimer: Characters belong to whosoever international law says they do, which certainly isn't me and I'm content
When: Post AWE
Also posted elsewhere..
Heaven alone knows where this one came from.
Elizabeth Swann Turner faces up to the future
She had known the risks and had never considered any other course.
But the fever nearly broke her, both his and her own. In the jumbled shadows that were her thoughts she wondered if this had been her destiny all along, to lose all but her life in an extraordinary manner before losing that in the most ordinary of ways.
If he was lost then there was nothing, family gone, name gone, all fragile hope turned to stony despair. Alone as she had never been, for the few she who might know, might understand were lost, James discarded somewhere at sea, Will adrift on eternity, Jack still stalked by his own destiny and lost to another mythical quest, Barbossa dead at his own hand.
No one left to remember now, more importantly perhaps no one left to forget with.
Then the mew became a wail, and the wail a cry and the cry a scream. Fever lost the battle and the boy lived after all. Will's son lived after all.
She smiled and slept, tomorrow was another war but now it was one worth the fighting.