Feeling Tattered (Open)
Elizabeth was worried that nothing would ever return to normal. She didn't know where Will was, but her anger had mostly subsided now. She hadn't seen Jack in ages, Dean seemed to disappear.. And there was that awkward time with Oz still sitting neatly in the I-have-no-bloody-clue pile. She needed to break out of this city and if it meant cutting down a few random people with her cutlass to do it, she'd do it. But where did the City keep it's officials? Who ran this place? A king? Queen? Perhaps some random official?
Elizabeth began her search by the docks, because she hoped to run into Jack, but eventually spread down the street, and around another black, and around the next. She ended up in the park somehow and because it was such a nice day and because leather didn't breath well she collapsed in a patch of grass and yanked her jacket off and tossed her cutlass and a few random odds and ends into the jacket, put her hat over her face and fell asleep.
And the hours just rolled by.
The park around her buzzed with the goings on of day to day life. it was gorgeous and hot out. People were walking, laughing, playing, and enjoying the day. All Elizabeth could think about was how much she'd left behind and how much she needed to get done. If William ever fell into the City she'd have a word for him. Not only had he turned Jack over, but working with the man who killed her father? Elizabeth didn't know whether to cry or laugh because she'd turned Jack over to the beast as well. But now.. Now it was just numb. Now she didn't know where to go.
She was very lost. She was very alone. And nothing here made any sense. The food was odd, the people odder, and the one person she knew wasn't ever around, or at least they kept missing each other. And she didn't even know how she felt about this past Jack vs the Jack she'd left behind. And then there was the fact that Norrington was dead because of her. Because he loved her enough to sacrifice himself to see her free.
Her life was.. alarming these days.
It felt like years since she'd come here. Would everyone from home even remember her? Would William have moved on? Would Jack be alive anymore? Would the East India Trading Company win the battle? Would everyone she knew be dead?
Elizabeth reached under her hat and wiped her eyes. She was going to lose her mind.