Eventually, the same indomitable sense of self-preservation that led Elizabeth to chain Jack to the Pearl forces her to abandon her struggles and cling to him instead. If it were any other time, any other situation, she'd be tempted to smirk and remark on the very idea that Jack would pull her from a sinking ship; but it's not, and the irony warrants only the briefest of thoughts. She doesn't know what he plans to do -- doesn't even care, really, seeing as how he is often at his luckiest when it seems all hope is lost -- but slowly, as if surfacing from a blinding fog, Elizabeth hears the crew and is all too aware of what is happening to Will.
(If he saves me, he loses you)
In the end, Will had tried to secure the best possible outcome for everyone, but it hadn't mattered. The choice had been taken from Will -- from Jack -- by Davy Jones. And now they are taking his heart, locking it away from her, and he very well might be the next captain of the Flying Dutchman.
(I had a meeting with Destiny)
Elizabeth doesn't finish watching the Flying Dutchman sink beneath the rapidly calming waves. She buries her face in Jack's chest and trusts him, just this once, with his own still all too mortal life at stake, to see her to relative safety. There's no need to watch; her imagination is already far too sharp. Captain William Turner will be at the helm of his new ship, his new love, and Elizabeth wonders what she'll see in his eyes if it all worked and husband and wife somehow meet again.
(No course is lost if there is but one fool left to fight for it)
The vicious winds have become nothing more than a bad memory as a gentle breeze lifts the hair off her neck and ceases to fill the sail above them. Jack and Elizabeth plunge into the sea not far from the Pearl, and she closes her eyes and lets the water clear her head for a moment before she starts to swim.
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Date: 2007-10-19 09:25 pm (UTC)(If he saves me, he loses you)
In the end, Will had tried to secure the best possible outcome for everyone, but it hadn't mattered. The choice had been taken from Will -- from Jack -- by Davy Jones. And now they are taking his heart, locking it away from her, and he very well might be the next captain of the Flying Dutchman.
(I had a meeting with Destiny)
Elizabeth doesn't finish watching the Flying Dutchman sink beneath the rapidly calming waves. She buries her face in Jack's chest and trusts him, just this once, with his own still all too mortal life at stake, to see her to relative safety. There's no need to watch; her imagination is already far too sharp. Captain William Turner will be at the helm of his new ship, his new love, and Elizabeth wonders what she'll see in his eyes if it all worked and husband and wife somehow meet again.
(No course is lost if there is but one fool left to fight for it)
The vicious winds have become nothing more than a bad memory as a gentle breeze lifts the hair off her neck and ceases to fill the sail above them. Jack and Elizabeth plunge into the sea not far from the Pearl, and she closes her eyes and lets the water clear her head for a moment before she starts to swim.