PotC-Fic - Peace
Title: Peace
Author: blackpoetcat
Rating: none
Characters: James Norrington / Elizabeth Swann (implied)
Disclaimer: All Disney's; taken for non-profit-use only
Feedback: Would be dearly appreciated
Warning: AWE-spoilers, death-fic
Summary: James' thought of his feelings.
Peace
„It’s a curious thing. There was a time where I would have done anything to see that smile when you think of me.”
Oh, I remember exactly saying that to her. And her reaction as well. And my own, when I mocked her and her thrashing course between Turner and Sparrow. Sprayed my sarcasm until I saw her true love for that bloody blacksmith on Isla Cruces.
I remember all my words and deeds.
My treason…
I never wanted to hurt or betray her. But I did. And there is nothing, absolutely nothing I can do to erase it.
Just regret and hope for forgiveness. The only hope left.
She isn’t meant for me, she never was. My destiny was to step back for Turner and leave them alone. Remain alone, because I never could love someone else.
And now I have to stay back again. For her. She needs to live, to be free and with him. I know, this is my last chance to show her my feelings. Show her that I not only care, but love her deeply. That I’ll die for her.
She asks me to join her.
I can’t. It’s an impossible thing to accompany her.
Not because of my duty, I failed that anyway the moment I opened the brig’s door for her and her crew. If one can fail a duty that’s corrupted by the way he achieved it in the first place…
No, I don’t want to continue like this. And I don’t want to turn pirate again, either. It would be too hard to watch the happy couple. I don’t want to watch them. The pure imagination rips my heart in pieces. Better to stay, back up her escape - and die.
I try to persuade her that I’ll follow. She doesn’t believe me. She’s right, but I won’t admit. So I tell her that we were never meant to sail along. That our destinies were just entwined, but never joined. Pretty words. I hate to say them.
But in that moment she makes me the most precious gift I ever got.
I feel her lips, taste her, kiss her back with all my love and passion. She will never know how many nights I dreamed of this, how many sighs escaped my throat all the time since I fell in love with her.
She will never know.
One of the Dutchman’s cursed sailors approached me. He refuses to obey my orders, raises the alert instead.
Funny, but my voice, my perfect fitting commanding voice for many years, seems to break. I can’t remember a time this happened.
I hear her shouting, hear my name, turn to her. Steps on the deck give the approaching crew away. I shoot the rope she’s clinging on, see her hit the water. She will reach the Empress. She’s safe. Safe to live with him.
I turn back to the sailor - and was stopped dead in my track as something hit my stomach. It hurts so bad I stop breathing.
She screams my name, again. And again.
I feel nothing but coldness. My knees give way, I sink to the ground.
I can’t see her anymore. Can’t hear her voice. But she is here, with me.
In my heart. My love for her eases the pain.
Tentacles moves in front of me. Davy Jones.
Do I fear death?
No, absolutely not. There is only one thing I fear - to continue my lonely existence without her.
I grow weaker with every second, can’t speak anymore, can’t tell him to go to hell.
But I have to make clear that I decline his offer, so I thrust my sword into Jones’ body, knowing full well that there is no effect. It doesn’t matter.
No deal, no further pain.
Just peace.