Pirates of the Caribbean

Fan Fiction

By Blue Eyes At Night

The Only Thing I Never Stole

We all know the Will Turner who was found in a ship wreck, raised to be a blacksmith's apprentice and in love with the governor's daughter. But what about the man who's name he carries? What about William Turner, Will's father? And we all know that William did not give birth to Will by himself, Will had a mother just like anyone else. This is the story of the first Will Turner, and his love.

(written before the pirates of the Caribbean was ever even near a theatre so its probably inaccurate. Even so, enjoy) (For my purposes Will Senior is imagined as Orlando Bloom as well because there ain't nothing hotter then that!)

          As Will's ship docked he let out a hoot of victory. Yet another success by Bootstrap Bill that went unchecked by London police, who didn't even know William Turner existed.

          Hell, Will didn't even know he was alive sometimes. Sometimes he felt like he was looking through a spy glass and just happened to see his life before his eyes. Will jumped onto the docks and heard them lurch against his weight. He looked much like his son later would, only his frame was a tad more muscular then his boy's would be…Will Jr. had his mother's lithe frame.

          William swaggered into London's dock's neighborhood. He inhaled the air of beer, whores and children who had just romped in a bit of mud. Then he heard it… a beautiful song. He had been to this neighborhood a thousand times or more since he had that pirate insignia tattooed on his wrist. But he had never heard such beautiful music. Even a hardened man like himself softened a little at the gentle melody. It was an Irish Sea shanty:

          I am a sailor; you're my first mate,

          We signed on together; we coupled our fates,

          Hauled up the anchor determined not to fail,

          For the heart's treasure together we set sail,

          With no maps to guide us we steered our own course,

          We rode out the storms when the winds were gail force,

          Startled the doldrums with patience and hope,

          Working together we learned how to cope,

          Life is an ocean and love is boat,

          In troubled water it keeps us afloat,

          When we started the voyage there was just me and you,

          Now gathered 'round us we have our own crew,

          Together wielding this relationship,

          We built it with care to last the whole trip,

          Our true destination's not marked on any chart,

          'Cause we're navigating the shores of a heart,

          Life is an ocean and love is a boat,

          In troubled water it keeps us afloat,

          When we started the voyage there was just me and you,

          Now gathered 'round us we have our own crew.(The Irish Tenors "Voyage")

Applause sounded and a few whistles cheered and Will joined in, following the noise to help find that voice. He saw a woman, sitting with a circle of children her and they were all sewing.

          At that moment, Will knew that he was seeing the most beautiful thing on God's green Earth and that nothing, nothing, could compare to her. She had brown hair and brown eyes, ordinary enough except on her. Her hair fell down her back in gentle waves until it was just above her rear and her eyes were big and expressive. Her smile was bright and big; it looked natural on her face and accented the light dusting of freckles on her nose. Her body was tall but thin, he thought he could span her waist with his hands. She had a slight swell of bosom and a slight swell of hip. Her hands were thin and graceful and her laugh was melodious.

          Will was so overcome by the radiant creature in front of him that he fell a step back and into a man behind him.

          "Will?!" His first mate, Jack (go young Johnny Depp) put an arm around the Captain to steady him, "what's the matter, mate?"

          Will's eyes still looked at the girl in a wide-eyed devotion but snapping awake and taking Jack by the collars of his shirt, "See that girl, there, Jack?"

          "Which girl?"

          "She was singing, has a bunch of kids around her…"

          "Colleen?" Jack asked pointing out Will's angel.

          "Even her name's beautiful." Will looked at her in a possessive way.

          "What, mate?"

          "She's beautiful." 

          "She's off limits."

          Will turned to Jack sharply, "Why?"

          "Her father's the chief of police, Will. That's not treading lightly on dangerous ground that's blatantly romping through it!"

          Will stole a look at Colleen before saying, "Chief Lindsey? Patrick Lindsey is her father?"

          "Yes, Will."

          Patrick Lindsey was an over-bearing man and cruel at that. Will hated him more then ever at that moment. He turned to Jack and looked dead into his eyes with a look of complete seriousness, "Find her, tell her someone wants to meet her right here at sunset."

          "Will..."

          "Just do it!" Will threw Jack towards Colleen as the crowd broke up to go home.

          "Miss Colleen?"

          "Yes, Jack?" She looked up. She was young, up close you could tell.

          "Someone would like to meet you here at sunset. Are you willing?"

          Colleen's eyes darted to the direction Jack had walked from but there was no one there. "Is it that tall bloke you were talking to? I don't recognize him."

          "He's a friend of mine and he's rather taken with you. Are you willing Colleen?"

          Colleen looked past him to see the sun setting. "Yes."

          Jack whistled and Will stepped up from his right, then the younger man left so that he would not interrupt.

          "You have the most beautiful voice I've ever heard…Colleen?" Will started, his voice low and seductive even though he wasn't trying to seduce her.

          "Thank you. I don't believe I caught your name." Colleen raised an eyebrow, impressed with what she saw.

          "Will." He took her hand and kissed her knuckles reverently, "William Turner."

          "It's a pleasure to meet you, Will." She blushed at his action.

          "The pleasure is all mine, Miss." Will returned before extending his arm to her, "Might I walk you home? There are dangerous men walking the streets hunting down beautiful girls."

          "Might one of them be right next to me?"

          Will grinned wolfishly, "I'm dangerous, I'm a man, I'm walking the streets, and I'm with a beautiful girl. But I'm not hunting you, Colleen."

          "Grand difference, then." She smiled shyly.

          "Indeed," Will smiled back, "Where are we off to?"

          "I suppose I'll be off home. But you may not want to be there."

          "And why not?"

          "Do you know who my father is?"

          "Chief Patrick Lindsey."

          "Yes, and if he sees any man within an arm's reach of me, he usually neuters them."

          "Arm's length away?" Will questioned playfully, "What's so wrong with that?"

          At this time, Colleen stepped closer to a gate and made to open it, but Will took her cheek gently in one hand and turned her face to look at his.

          "A lot can happen when people are that close." Colleen blushed at the idea.

          Will smirked devilishly and leaned a little closer, "Like this?"

          He made as if to kiss her lips but at the last second kissed her cheek softly. He heard her sigh and reply, "Not quite like that."

          Then she leaned her lips in and they gently met his. The kiss was soft, sweet and over quickly as Colleen's front door opened and her father called out for her to come inside.

          When she pulled away her cheeks were reddened and she whispered, "Tomorrow, meet me at the same place. At noon."

          Will nodded, "Until then."

          Colleen turned and vanished into her house and the Chief glared at Will, not trusting the rough looking man for a second.