The Flying Dutchman rocked gently beneath the star-streaked sky, the ocean stretching endlessly in every direction. Will Turner stood near the ship’s railing, watching the dark waves ripple beneath the moonlight. The sea was calm tonight, but inside, his thoughts churned like a rising storm.

His gaze drifted to you.

You stood just a few feet away, staring out at the horizon, your hair caught in the wind, the soft glow of the stars tracing the curve of your face. You were beautiful—too beautiful for a life like this, bound to a ship cursed to roam the sea for eternity.

He had never wanted this fate for you.

And yet, you had chosen it. Chosen him.

He swallowed hard, the weight of it pressing against his chest. You had given up a life on land, a home, a future untouched by curses and duty. And though he never doubted your love, he couldn’t stop the quiet fear that whispered to him in the lonely hours of the night.

What if one day, you regretted it?

He didn’t realize he had moved until he was behind you, his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist. He felt the way your body eased into his, how naturally you fit against him, as if you had always belonged there.