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25 May 2007 @ 12:29 pm
Fic: 'Later, the tears.'  
Title: Later, the tears.
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean (film).
Rating: (G)
Time Period: Much time after the end of Pirates of the Caribbean: at World's End.
Summary: Where was his place in the world, now?

Author's Note: Quick 'n' dirty, the inspiration for this came from the film, Pirates of the Caribbean: at World's End, and its very end (stay to watch the credits). It might contain spoilers for those who've not watched the film and I recommend if you desire to remain completely spoiler free to not read this.

All characters contained herein are the intellectual property of Walt Disney Pictures & Jerry Bruckheimer and the writers of the franchise; I am not affiliated with nor endorsed by them.


The world was smaller. His place in it uncertain, buried beneath earth. He couldn’t be there when she died, as her last breath passed her lips and she’d said his name. Only once ashore every ten years. His father had warned him but he’d smiled, told him it was the day that mattered most and it’d been that way since.

Leaning forward and heavily on his knee, the waves were studied by brown eyes that contained a tempest worthy of Calypso; his own maelstrom of grief and despair. He’d left his son, unable to face the boy – no, man – with her lips or the slight angle to the jaw that reminded him all too much of her, to sit by her grave and pulling the weeds that grew around the simple wooden cross that would break and crumble into dust.

Before he’d set foot on land, he’d already known that she was dead; he’d ferried her soul, himself, as it sat in the lifeboat and she’d apologised for dying. For not being there when he next made land. He’d watched as the light of recognition had faded from her eyes. Vivid in his memory was that of her father who’d remembered why he’d died but for him, the importance had faded. The longer the spirit was from the body, he’d learned, its memories were lost to the vagaries of death.

Such knowledge, however, didn’t mean that there was no grief. His heart was still in the safekeeping of their son and it would be passed throughout their family, kept secret and safe. The knowledge of why it must be kept so would be forgotten, but, he knew they’d protect it and know that it was important for it. If it’d still been in his body, it would’ve sat heavily in his chest. It would’ve hurt to breathe and …

His gaze didn’t move from the sea. Was there a place for him within the world, now, with her gone? There was their son and any children and so on that they might have. The sea would always be in their blood, but, what was he to do now? He knew his purpose but it tasted as ashes upon his tongue. He grieved but it wouldn’t bring her back. Nothing could.

“Son?” His father’s gravelly voice finally broke through the fog that’d surrounded him, yet, this fog had been natural unlike some he’d seen in his long life.

“Take the wheel, Mister Turner.” Yet the order fell flat.

“Aye, aye, Cap’n Turner.”

The world grew smaller. His place within it uncertain. For right now, he would hold to what he could. His purpose. The fact that his heart was safe.

And later, in his cabin, he would allow the tears to come.
emivemiv on June 6th, 2007 12:43 pm (UTC)
Regardless of my feelings for this movie, I really enjoyed this. It was sad and moving, and actually made me enjoy the end of the movie more. You’ve made Will more of a real character than I think even the movies had—you gave him strong, honest emotions. And you’ve dealt with the real problems that would occur given the end of the movie.

The dialogue at the end works well – after the emotional musings the dialogue brings both Will and the reader back into the present.

And later, in his cabin, he would allow the tears to come.

That last line is fantastic—short and to the point, but it packs just as much, if not more, emotion as the rest of the fic.

Well done!
F. J.: Three candlesmorethanacandle on June 6th, 2007 01:13 pm (UTC)
Thank you, very much, for the comment; I was very dubious about placing this online since I didn't think it was all that good in capturing Will as a character or the emotion of the moment well. Your comment's let me know that, yes, I did better with it than I'd expected.

I'm pleased that this 'fic worked as well as it did, for you. Will's always, for me, lacked something in the films and I think, subconsciously, I wanted to give him that something. That last line is one of my favourites, out of the entire 'fic, and I"m pleased to know that it's liked by someone other than myself.

Again, thank you.

Edited at 2008-03-10 05:28 am (UTC)
Lumy: AniPadmeAngstluminations on March 10th, 2008 05:16 am (UTC)
*sniffle* Awwwww. SO SAD.
F. J.: lantern & candlesmorethanacandle on March 10th, 2008 05:30 am (UTC)
I always felt sorry for Will when wondering what would happen when Elizabeth died. This was born of that wondering.
Armchair DM: Igor: A Rod Of Silencearmchairdm on November 27th, 2009 02:06 pm (UTC)
... as usual, a good capturing of characters. This is sad; but the story of Will was always going to end up being sad.
F. J.: Lanterns: Warmmorethanacandle on November 27th, 2009 03:30 pm (UTC)
Thank you and no, it was never going to end well.