William

The Flying Dutchman rocked gently beneath a star-studded sky, the ocean stretching endlessly in all directions. Will Turner stood at the ship's railing, watching the dark waves ripple in the moonlight. The sea was especially calm tonight, but inside, his thoughts raged like a gathering storm.

His gaze shifted to her. The girl stood just a few feet away, looking out at the horizon, her hair blowing in the wind, the soft starlight illuminating the curves of her face. She was beautiful—too beautiful for a life like this , tied to a cursed ship, doomed to wander the seas forever. He had never wished such a fate on her. And yet she had chosen her. Chosen him. He swallowed hard, the weight pressing down on his chest. She had given up her life on earth, her home, a future untouched by curses and duty. And though he had never doubted her love, he could not shake the quiet fear that whispered to him in the lonely hours of the night. *

• What if one day she regrets this *

• He didn't realize he was moving until he was behind her, his arms instinctively wrapping around her waist. He felt her body press against his, as if she had always belonged there.