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Aug. 8th, 2007 11:59 amOn a deserted beach just barely within sight of Shipwreck Island, two sets of footprints lead up from the surf to a pair of crossed swords thrust into warm, dry sand.
A few steps beyond the swords, breathless and finally close enough to touch, Will and Elizabeth stare at each other much as they had from the decks of the Black Pearl and the Flying Dutchman.
No plans have been made, no words rehearsed. Up until this moment, all either of them had been able to focus on was being together as quickly as possible.
They only have one day. Neither Captain Turner intends to waste even one second of it apart.
A few steps beyond the swords, breathless and finally close enough to touch, Will and Elizabeth stare at each other much as they had from the decks of the Black Pearl and the Flying Dutchman.
No plans have been made, no words rehearsed. Up until this moment, all either of them had been able to focus on was being together as quickly as possible.
They only have one day. Neither Captain Turner intends to waste even one second of it apart.
