Pirates of the Caribbean Imagines and One Shots

Will Turner - Without you

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😭 MIGHT BE SAD
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SONG - The Other Side ( Ruelle )

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The winds were tearing through the sales, the sea whisking up a storm as it collided against the boat. Will and Elizabeth were holding back the crew of Davy Jones, slicing them with their swords. Occasionally dramatically kissing each other, they wanted to be married and you couldn't bear to see it.

You ran to the top of the deck, distracted Barbossa. He was the only one here who could marry them. You could too... you just didn't want to. For year and years you watched him fall in love with her, how could he not, she was beautiful. You weren't her, you never could be.

Hopeless romantic. You sighed to yourself, catching air, fighting off some more of the dead crew that came your way, you exhaled and inhaled deeply. Your hand was cut slightly, a gash from the tip of someone else's sword. The numbness from the cold withstood the ending of the pain.

Will and Elizabeth held their hands together, changing positions to give the other a break. You stood and watched, watching as he kissed her. Once they broke off, they asked you to marry them. Your eyes fell to the floor beneath you. Looking back into his eyes, the tears tearing down your face, mistaken for rain.

"I can't... I don't know how," you screamed.

"Get Barbossa, please," Elizabeth screamed.

You ran below decks, taking a few pirates down on your way. There was no way you could do this. Running into the captains quarters, you slid yourself down underneath the deck. Someone had morphed into the room. Sniffing around like a dog.

"Hmm," you recognised the voice, it was Jones. "Come out!"

Standing up out of your position, you lowered your sword to the ground.

"Now then, what do we have here?" He retorted seeing your blotched face.

"Im the deputy captain of this vessel, sir," you gave no facial expression.

"Deputy captain," he laughed. "And what are you doing beneath deck, rather than fighting for your crew. Hiding?"

"Not from fighting, no,"

"Then, what?" He took a step closer, wrapping his claw hand around your neck. "Come on, don't be scared."

"Hardly scared, uncomfortable,"

"Tell me," he pressed it closer and closer, tighter and tighter.

"Hiding from marrying two people," he removed his claw. "Because, I'm in love with one of them."

"Shame, that... Don't cower away from it, challenge it," with that he left the room, leaving you dumbfounded.

Above deck, you heard the scream of Elizabeth. You ran to the top of the deck, seeing Will laying on the ground, stabbed straight through his body.

"Will..." you gasped, putting pressure on his wound.

"So that's the one?" Davy Jones said from behind you, he laughed again.

"Come on, stay with us Will,"

"We aren't married!" Elizabeth screamed.

"And that's what matters?" You shouted back at her. Jack grabbed the heart, put a knife in Will's hand and stabbed it through. You gave Jack a nod of acknowledgment.

Elizabeth held onto Will, watching as they pulled him away to remove his heart... a heart that now would never love you.

Maybe Jones was right... maybe you should have challenged it sooner.

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Did that even make any coherent sense... I think not.