Breathe deep … can you smell it? The crisp salty air. Warmed by the sun, 
cooled by the mist flying up from the sea. Listen hard … can you hear it? 
The creak of wood battling water. The playful cries of birds dancing with 
clouds. The shouts of sea wizened men carrying out their duties working hard 
towards an unnamed destination … working hard so they can be free. This was 
my freedom. This was my home, my life, I thought nothing could take me away

Breathe deep … can you smell it? The smell of skin freshly washed, yet still 
not able to shed it’s metal tang. Listen hard … can you hear it? The soft 
lullaby of a heart at rest. The shallow breaths of one who is truly in 
comfort. Look … can you see it? The silhouette of a man framed by my arms. 
Head nestled on my shoulder, hair flung where it may. I thought the Pearl 
was my true freedom. I couldn‘t have been more wrong, the Pearl was my 
escape. This … this beautiful soul in my arms is freedom. I murmur softly, 
afraid he’ll hear me …

"I love you Will Turner”

He shifts slowly in my arms …

“mm .. Jack …  wh… what did you say?”

“Nothing love … go back to sleep”

“Ok … oh and Jack? I love you to.”

It’s all I can do to smile as he turns and nestles again in my arms … I have 
found my freedom at last.