Fanfic: Coldhearted
Title: Coldhearted
Author: mysticallight6
Pairing: Elizabeth S./Will T.
Genre: Drama, Angst
Rating: PG
Prompt: Cold
Summary: Elizabeth feels unworthy. Mid-AWE Oneshot
Cold could not even begin to describe what Elizabeth felt at this very moment. It wasn't just a word to describe the air, land and water surrounding the crew. This cold was a feeling she carried inside of her very soul and it was unrelenting and cruel, day and night. Here they were, all of them, on this diminutive ship searching for the now deceased Captain Jack Sparrow. A fool’s errand if there ever was one.
And here she was, surrounded by men who didn't even know what horrors she, the former Governor's daughter whom no one had ever looked twice upon!, had committed to a man she considered a former role model - maybe even a friend. This chill was definitely a feeling she would never forget even after this quest was accomplished. If it was able to be accomplished...
And what of her beloved Will? What of the man to whom she had promised her hand and heart?
What she wouldn't give for him to come to her even on this ship, late in the night, and light the fire that had been dampened by her feelings of disgrace and guilt. Guilt for all she had done. Disgrace for actually disposing of a man in such gruesome, ghastly fashion. And as she stared out onto the bleak horizon…a large cloth of some kind was gently, almost caringly, wrapped around her shivering form. She could barely see in the sparse light- but it was some sort of blanket and Elizabeth turned slowly to find Will, beloved, noble Will, standing with his hands just ever so slightly touching the cloth and she wished in this very moment that all was as it should be and that he was, instead, touching her.
"You looked…chilled," he murmured, his eyes boring intently into hers, trying to gauge some sort of reaction.
"I was, er - I mean, I am," she said back before whispering a quiet "thank you."
He looked like he wanted to say something else but instead he took a deep breath and left, vanished into the shadows. Elizabeth walked forward a few feet and took a seat and cried silently to herself, hoping her tears would not become frozen and praying that she and the others would make it safely through a night such as this, in a task that had the smallest chance of succeeding. And, after searching the deck for Will once more, for a beginning that she believed to now be nonexistent.