A/N:

This is my first POTC story… so, you know how that goes :)

I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean, any of Disney's characters from the mentioned film franchise, or any of the plots involved with the movies. However, any new characters and plot are mine unless otherwise noted.

***This takes approximately 30 years after At World's End***


Unknown, Singapore

Third Person P.O.V.

Elizabeth Turner walked along the coastline of Singapore, feeling rather low.

"10 years," she bitterly mumbled to herself. Her husband, William (mostly known as Will) Turner, had both died and returned to life as the captain of the Flying Dutchman on the very same day 10 years ago. There was a rumor going around that since (the original) Davy Jones was only commissioned for 10 years of service ferrying souls lost at sea to the land of the dead, would've been free to go on land if complications hadn't occurred. Upon hearing this, she wished with all her being that the same guideline applied to her husband. It broke her heart to discover it wasn't true.

Will and their son, William Turner the III, whom she had soon after his birth nicknamed Liam, played ahead of her on the shore. She smiled to herself, admiring how close the two were.

After the incident 10 years ago, she returned to Singapore with Captain Jack Sparrow, who'd still visit from time to time. While there, she eventually came to a decision to live in one place as long as the situation allowed. Though she figured the Navy, East India Co., and her new responsibilities as Pirate King wouldn't permit her to stay in one place long, she wanted Liam to have every possible chance to have an honest life on land. So far they'd lived in Singapore, the Caymen Islands, and temporarily at Shipwreck Cove during the transition between the two.

She couldn't help but blame herself. Soon after she'd said goodbye to Will 10 years ago, she realized that there was nothing stopping her from being with him on the sea. Being the Pirate King, her duties involved traveling by sea- a lot. Whenever possible, her ship, the Empress, and the Flying Dutchman sailed side-by-side. Of course, there were many times in which they couldn't be together, and when they were, alone time seemed impossible. Still, the two were grateful for anytime they could share with their son.

For 10 years this continued. Liam Turner knew and loved his father dearly. They were almost, almost, a normal family.

Perhaps had she done what she was supposed to do and had truly said goodbye to Will for 10 years, the curse would've been broken. But the only person who could shed any form of light on the subject was Calypso, who had been rarely spotted since she was unbound form her human form. Sailors in every port Elizabeth had docked had heard rumors or told tales of her.

Though few were actually credible, Elizabeth knew very well that Calypso was near, more erratic and unpredictable than ever.


London, England

Third Person P.O.V.

Captain Jack Sparrow sighed as he walked through the streets of London, the fog causing him to cough every now and then. In fact, the fog and smoke were the very reasons he detested London with a fiery passion. Well, that and the weather. It was not nearly as beautiful as the weather on the Caribbean Sea. He smiled to himself at the thought.

As he strolled along looking for a source to quench his thirst for rum, he nearly laughed at himself when he realized he'd been looking over his shoulder after every turn he'd taken. In spite himself, he could've sworn he'd heard the scuffing of boots on the poorly maintained brick roads. However, after a moment's hesitation, he decided to ignore his paranoia and quickly satisfy his longing for rum, so he could return to where he'd come from as soon as possible.

After taking another right, walking down that street, and taking a left, he wound up at the Captain's Daughter pub. Besides the fact that he hadn't been to the place in years, he felt recognition at the familiarity of the place, and a moment later went inside.

Despite the earliness of the day, plenty of London's shady characters were already wasting and drinking their lives away. After scanning the room for any navy shady characters drinking, he proceeded to the bar, where he ordered two mugs.

Grabbing both in his hands, he turned happily and sat down at a nearby table. Before he knew it, one mug was empty, and as the second was just about half empty, someone made a rather loud entrance into the pub.

Those completely wasted from any of their senses continued about their business, while everyone else threw a wary glance at the man walking towards Jack.

Jack stared at the man with a funny, nervous look on his face. The man stopped before the table, and smiled with crooked teeth. "Hello, Jackie."

Jack swallowed. "Hello, Dad," he greeted, uneasily.

"May I?" Teague asked, gesturing to the chair opposing Jack.

Knowing very well that his father would do so anyways, Jack gestured to the chair with a shaky hand.

Teague grumbled something along the lines of thanks and sat down. He looked at their surroundings, as if scanning the area. "Haven't been here in a while," he said conversationally.

"Haven't seen ye in awhile, either," Jack retaliated, as politely as a pirate could manage.

Teague rolled his eyes. "I've been the same place I've always been," he replied, gesturing the barmaid over to their table. The woman hastily walked over, and placed a mug in front of Teague, refilled Jack's, and left as quick as she'd come. "If ye missed me that much Jackie, ye should've visited."

Jack had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. "So… what brings ye here?"

"Business," Teague answered vaguely, taking a huge drink. He set the mug down, and sighed. "There are somethings I should inform ye about."

"Go on," Jack pressed, taking another drink.

"One: let's face it Jackie, I'm not as young as I used to be," Teague stated, honestly. Jack merely stared at him. "Now, regarding the code," Teague lowered his voice, instantly grabbing the younger man's attention."I would be very happy that if when I left this world, I would know that it was safe."

Jack waited for his father to add more, but when he didn't, he simply nodded. "Send word, I'll take care of it."

Teague nodded his thanks, and slightly smiled. "Two: what's become of my grandkids?"

Jack couldn't stop a smile that escaped his lips. "Their fine," he replied, and despite quickly regaining composure, his voice clearly gave away his pride.

"And the wife?" Teague asked almost wearily, raising an eyebrow.

"She's fine too," Jack replied neutrally, taking another drink.

Teague copied his son's action and thought for a moment. "Listen, Jackie-"

"-If you're going to say something about that isn't at least borderline, just stop there," Jack interjected. His nerves kicked into overdrive as soon as the argument left his mouth.

Teague held up his hands in a slightly defensive manner. "Not a word," Teague promised. "I'm here for a different reason."

"And what might that be?" Jack questioned, slightly worried by his father's tone.

Teague looked conflicted for a moment, letting out a heavy sigh. "They need to leave, Jackie."

Jack looked at him questioningly. "What?"

"It's not safe here anymore," Teague replied, gesturing around.

"When has it ever been safe here?" Jack questioned.

Teague shrugged. "I'm not referring to the Navy, though I wouldn't count them out of tally against you-"

"True. They still are, they've always been, and I don't doubt they'll always be," Jack sighed, feeling as if he'd had the conversation a hundred times. "I've been good about hiding all of this from them up until this point. Exceedingly well, actually."

"How long are ye planning on putting them at risk?" Teague demanded in monotone. Jack remained silent, looking down, suddenly becoming very intrigued with his mug of rum. "Ye made a choice when you married her," Teague reminded him, "and ye made a choice when ye had the kids. You've got to do what's best for them. It's not just ye anymore."

"I know that," Jack replied, completely honest. "Ye don't think I have their best interest in mind?"

"Seeing as how much you've changed in so little time, all for this… this girl, I don't doubt it," Teague answered. "But how could ye have their best interest in mind when you might not even know what that is?"

Jack leaned in closer. "What do you mean?"

Teague leaned in as well. "There's something big going on," he whispered acutely. "Tell me, ever since that day your friend became the new captain of the Flying Dutchman, hasn't the sea felt… different?"

Jack snickered. "I wouldn't say friend necessarily, more like an affable acquaintance, but of course. Davy Jones has been sailing the sea since… Well, forever, and now all of the sudden there's some eunuch-"

Teague rolled his eyes once more. "Not what I mean. Haven't ye heard the rumors?" Teague finished off his drink. "Something big is going on, something not good," Teague finished, with a serious tone that never failed to catch his son's attention.

"Like what?" Jack questioned.

"There's rumors going around that Queen Anne's Revenge was spotted-"

"-Well that's no surprise-"

"Anchored next to the Amity," Teague finished.

Jack thought for a moment. "Why does that name sound so familiar?"

"It's Tew's ship."

"Tew?" Jack laughed, "Captain Thomas Tew's ship?" Jack allowed himself to giggle for a quick moment. "That's funny, considering he's dead. Who was the drunken whelp who started that rumor?" Jack questioned, his laughs finally dying down.

Teague smiled. "Me."

Jack stopped short in his laugh and frowned. "Oh." He allowed several moments of awkwardness to pass. "Ye saw it?"

Teague nodded. "I can't promise it was Tew himself captainin' it, but I know for sure it was the Amity," he swore as he scooted his chair back and stood up. "Keep your eyes open. There's a new enemy over the horizon, and it might be one of our own. Might even be someone ye trust."

Jack said nothing, contemplating everything he'd just heard.

"And one more thing: I've also heard some talk down by the docks. A lot of people suspect you're in London, Jackie. It won't be long before the navy finds out the enemy is in their home base."

Jack nodded. As Teague turned to leave, Jack stopped him, "Thanks."

Teague turned, and smiled. "You owe me one, m'boy. But, a visit from my grandkids might settle it."

Jack smiled and mentally laughed to himself as he thought of the days when he himself was a child, when Teague wasn't as nearly involved in his own life as he seems to want to be with his grandchildren presently. "As soon as I can convince the wife," he told the other man.

"You know where I'll be," Teague reminded his son as he turned and exited the pub.

Jack stared at the now warm rum for a moment, before finally getting up himself. Leaving payment and tip for the barmaid on the table, he left the pub.


Somewhere in the Caribbean Sea

Third Person P.O.V.

Will Turner was quick on his toes, trying to keep up with his daughter as she made her way around her mother's ship, the Empress. After leading her father up onto the deck, six year old Marine Turner eagerly strolled over to the railing. Standing up on the tips of her toes, she peered into the deep blue water. Smiling, she let out a fascinated sigh at her namesake.

"Marine, not so close to the railing please," Will told his daughter gently, for he knew she was just curious.

Marine laughed and did as her father had asked. Just as she was about to go see what her mother was up to, she noticed something strange in the water from the corner of her eye.

"Ah, there you two are," Elizabeth greeted, with their son, Liam, walking alongside of her. Will turned his attention to his wife, as Marine once again looked over the railing. "I was concerned that she would wander too far ahead of you," Elizabeth confessed, though her tone was light.

"I will admit, she's very curious," Will told his wife. "Not unlike someone else that was once her age, I imagine."

Elizabeth shrugged innocently, and smiled. "I haven't the slightest idea of what you're talking about."

Liam walked over to his younger sister, interested to see what she was staring at. He looked down into the sea. His eyes widened at the sight of increasingly rough waves, despite the beautiful clear day. "Mum, Father, come look!" he frantically called his parents over.

The two gave each other a worried look, before rushing over to their children.

Elizabeth gasped, and Will's breath was cut short.

"What is it?" Elizabeth asked, looking back up at her husband.

Will continued to watch the waves intently for several moments. "It could only be…" he trailed off, thinking of a plan of action. "They can't be up here," Will said, gesturing towards Liam and Marine.

"Cap'n!" a crew member called to Elizabeth, "We're facing coarse waters!"

"Liam, take your sister below deck," Elizabeth whispered hastily, light pushing her daughter towards her son.

Liam was quick to protest, as he believed that at sixteen years old he was just as capable as facing danger as his parents. "But-"

"Do as your mother asked," Will interjected sternly.

Never knowing his father to use so serious of a tone, Liam led his younger sister towards the cabins without delay. Marine allowed her brother to escort her away, but not before throwing a worried glance at her parents.

"Steady as she goes, men," Elizabeth ordered to her crew, who were looking at her apprehensively. "Will," Elizabeth turned to her husband, "What is going on?"

However, Will didn't need to reply.

The water beneath the ship seemed to swirl, before rising slowly up to the level of the deck, in a rough outline of a human. Cautiously, Will, Elizabeth, and any nearby crew members stepped back as the water-human figure landed on deck. No more than a second later, the water fell to the deck, revealing none other than Calypso, in her Tia Dalma form.

"Calypso," Will finally breathed, after a long passing moment.

Calypso smiled widely, revealing her rotten and worn teeth. "Will Turner," she greeted, slowly walking towards him. "You not change one bit."

Will bit his tongue from saying something too out of line. "I believe it comes with being immortal…"

Calypso rolled her eyes. " 'Nough greetings. We need to talk at once."

Will nodded, knowing that he could never say no to the woman who had literal control over him. He hastily headed towards the Captain's cabin for privacy, with Calypso following. When Elizabeth turned to follow as well, Calypso stopped. "I have no business wit you, Mrs. Turner."

"My business is her business," Will vouched for his wife.

Calypso delayed a moment, but eventually continued to follow Will.

The three entered the Captain's quarters, immediately spotting Marine and Liam. Liam looked over from his place at his mother's desk, while Marine gazed inquisitively from her seat at the table where the family ate their meals.

Will quickly grabbed their attention, "I believe your grandfather was expecting a visit from you."

Liam nodded understandingly and walked over to Marine, who quickly took his hand. As Liam led her out of the room, Marine stared at the strange woman curiously. As soon as the door shut, Calypso sighed angrily.

"How dare you," she snapped, "Thinkin' I'd hurt children…"

"It's better to not take chances," Elizabeth said quietly, looking down at her feet.

Calypso turned to face her. "Actually, Mrs. Turner, I prefer to deal wit only those that 'ave done me wrong… no one else," she informed other woman. "Now, Will Turner, I will deal wit you," she continued, in a rather angry tone. "You 'ave disappointed me!"

"How so?" Will asked, as politely as he could.

"Don't play dumb wit me, I turn Davy Jones into de monster that he was, and I can do de same wit you!"

Will was taken aback. "With all due respect, I have no idea of what you're talking about."

Immediately, Calypso's expression softened. True to legend, her mood was easily changed, like the sea. "I 'ave been informed that some pirates 'ave been terrorizing these waters… and at first, I thought, well," she laughed slightly, "Pirates, will be pirates, yes? Nothing strange. But then I heard de name Tew tossed around, as bein' involved wit this… And I asked de source, 'Surely you not mean Thomas Tew?'"

She laughed once more, walking around the room, smiling slyly. "And you know what de reply was?" she asked the two.

Neither Elizabeth nor Will dared to answer.

She stopped behind the desk, looking over a random map that happened to be occupying the surface of it. "De source replied, 'None other.'" She walked back over to Will, standing mere inches from him. She smiled, opened her mouth, but paused. "….. How is it dat Thomas Tew is once again sailing dese waters?" she inquired softly.

Again, the other two refused to answer.

"HE ESCAPED FROM DE LOCKER OF DAVY JONES!" Calypso shouted into Will's face. Will's eyes widened with fear, as did Elizabeth's. "Under your watch, which makes you to blame!" Calypso declared. Calypso attempted to calm herself down, angrily walking away from Will. "But, I 'ave to tell myself to remember all de good dat you've done- ferrying souls to de next world. I 'ave been grateful for dat. But I must also remind you dat de Locker, and those inside, are also in your care."

Will nodded, not quite looking her in the eyes.

"And though it was only one who escaped de locker… I can't help but think dat your family may be… a distraction, from your duty."

Elizabeth had held her tongue too long. "But how could he have known-"

"It's his job ta know!" she shouted at Elizabeth, who was immediately silenced. "Now, I 'ave been nice enough to let you two see one another on de sea up until this point, but I fear now I may have let this gone on too long."

"It won't happen again," Will assured her quickly, mentally chastising himself for not knowing of the situation. Yet, he wondered- the last he'd been on the Flying Dutchman, merely hours ago, everything was how it should be. All the souls that had been lost at sea up until now had already been ferried over to the other side. Nothing had been particularly abnormal at all about the locker.

"You're right, it won't," she agreed, "Because now, should I see or hear of de two of you together anywhere but your one appointed day on land, there will be consequences," Calypso warned, a serious look on her face.

"…Like?" Elizabeth had a hard time believing she let herself say such a thing. She instantly covered her mouth with one of her hands, and shook slightly when the goddess glared at her.

However, Calypso chose to ignore her outburst. "I would not enjoy hurting your children… or your wife," she added the last part hesitantly after a moment of thought. "So don't force me ta remind you of your duties anymore, Will Turner. Understood?" she inquired of Will.

Will nodded his head slowly, the realization of the situation sinking in.

Calypso smiled, obviously pleased with herself. She casually walked towards the door, as if their chat had been light and pleasant, and not the morbid and threatening conversation it truly was.

Elizabeth looked to her husband, who shared the same morose expression.

"Wait!" she called, just as Calypso reached the door. Slowly, Calypso turned to face her. "Please," Elizabeth begged, her voice faltering a bit. "Assuming Will takes care of this situation… Isn't there anything, anything at all, that could be done to remove this curse other than stabbing his heart?" She paused a moment before adding, "He has completed 10 years of service, and we have been faithful. Please. I'm willing to do anything to ensure my children know their father."

Calypso looked between the two for several moments, her face expressionless. Finally, she let out a sigh. "I will let ye know… Despite everything dat I 'ave been through, I do enjoy a good love story," she admitted softly, smiling. "There is prize I will accept in exchange for removing de curse, and nothing less."

Elizabeth smiled. "You'd do that?" she asked, almost skeptical that the goddess would actually want to help them. But, she was quick to remind herself of the definite strings that would be attached to such an offering.

Calypso nodded. "Only if you return to me with two items."

Will raised an eyebrow, "Which would be…"

"Two lockets," Calypso told them. "Two lockets that were made special for Davy Jones and I. When I was released from this form," she gestured to herself, "My locket fell deep into the ocean. When you killed Davy Jones, his was lost as well. Strangely enough, I 'aven't been able to find them, and I want ta know why. Return to me with de lockets, and I'll save Will Turner. Do we 'ave a deal?" Calypso asked, looking at the two.

Will hesitated, "No catches?"

Calypso shook her head. "Of course, you'll have to find another to take over your duties. Other than that, just bring me de lockets, and I'll have no other business with de two of you. Now, your children on de other hand…"

"Stay away from them," Will warned on behalf of both himself and his wife, so Elizabeth would not have to jeopardize herself even more than she already had.

"It is not my doing, I assure you," she told him, the smile never leaving her face. "But as fate would 'ave it, they 'ave a certain touch of destiny. I'm sure ya know by now that fate gets what it wants.

Elizabeth and Will took wary glances at one another, before turning their attention back to the woman.

"Now, do we 'ave a deal?

Will and Elizabeth merely looked at each other, for no words were need. "Yes," they both said simultaneously.

Calypso smiled. "Good. Take care of my problem, Will Turner, and I promise not to visit you until you 'ave the lockets," she said, walking out of the door and returning, assumingly, to the sea.

Neither said anything for several moments.

Finally, Elizabeth whispered, "I guess that's that."

Will sadly smiled down at her. "That's that," he echoed, lightly stroking her hair.

"I'll do whatever I can to find those lockets…" Elizabeth promised, though she trailed off, lost in thought. "I don't know how much I can do, but I'll do whatever it takes," she added, tears forming in her eyes, though they would never fall as long as she had them under control.

Will shook his head at his wife. "No, please do not become stressed because of this. I'll look for them. You do what you would what you would normally do- whatever your duties require, and I'll do mine."

"I can't let you do all the work," she protested.

Will sighed. "Very well… But please, whatever you do, do not become consumed with finding these lockets. There is no use chasing after something that is near impossible to find. Please, focus on what is in your reach, such as raising our children. It is better for them to have one of us around than neither of us."

Elizabeth did not agree, but she nodded anyways. "What should we tell them?"' she asked, her voice barely louder than a whisper.

Will wrapped his arms around his distressed wife, laying his own head on top of hers. "Liam is old enough to know the truth of this matter. He'll understand," he reasoned.

"And Marine?" Elizabeth asked. "She's not going to take this well at all- she practically idolizes you."

Will closed his eyes in thought. "We'll have to tell her an excuse. She is too young to fully grasp the truth." Elizabeth silently agreed, and remained standing where she was, sheltered from the world by Will's arms. "But," he added after several moments of silence, "I'm more concerned about how Tew managed to escape the locker."

"Well, Jack did it," Elizabeth rationalized.

"Yes," Will admitted, "But with our help."

Elizabeth's mind started to race. "Do you think Tew had outside help?"

"Oh, I know he did," Will replied in a manner that left no room for argument. "Because if not even Jack Sparrow can escape by himself, there's no one else who could. I can't believe I let this happen."

"Well," Elizabeth sighed, "maybe you just can't tell if someone escapes. I mean, you didn't send them there in the first place, and even Davy Jones did not notice when Jack escaped. Will," she gasped at a sudden thought, "… What if this is something bigger? Just because Tew was spotted recently, doesn't necessarily mean he recently escaped the locker. He could've escaped years ago..."

Will frowned. "I think you're thinking too deep."

"But what if I'm not?" Elizabeth retaliated. "Whoever, assuming someone did, helped him escape, why would they bring him back in the first place?"

"I don't know," Will confessed, trying to dismiss the subject. "We'll deal with that when the time comes."

"And when will that be?" Elizabeth demanded, refusing to let the topic go. "When the world is already in danger? When it is too late to fix anything?" Her anger had started to get the best of her. "Like when you saved Jack?" she reminded her husband, who looked down at her. "We knew there would be consequences to helping him escape, yet we were so consumed with ourselves to do anything about it. Think: what if we had left Port Royal after that incident? What if we lived on some island where the East India Co. wouldn't have been able to find us? We wouldn't be in this situation."

Will's mind ran through all the points she had just made, and came to the undeniable conclusion that what she was right.

They both jumped when they heard a knock on the door. A second later, Liam opened the door, sticking his head in first to make sure everything was alright. He smiled upon seeing his parents, unharmed. However, his smile faded when he saw his mother in near tears.

Marine appeared from behind the slightly-open door and walked blissfully past her brother and over to her parents, oblivious to what her brother had already noticed. "Momma, who was that lady?" she asked curiously, looking up at her mother.

Elizabeth timidly looked down at her daughter as Liam fully entered the room and closed the door.

Upon seeing her mother so distraught, Marine's happy expression dulled.

Will removed his arms from around Elizabeth and soundlessly bent down to his daughter's level. "Marine…" he tried to speak, but quickly was at a loss for words. He knew if his heart was still in his chest, it would have pained him deeply. Still, somewhere inside of him he felt aching hurt upon seeing his children's concerned faces.

Upon seeing her father upset as well, Marine wrapped her tiny arms around his neck in a sort of hug. At first, her father did not react, but a moment later he smiled, and picked her up off the ground. He stood there for several moments, wanting to delay telling either of his children the news.


Bridgetown, Barbados

Marine Turner's P.O.V.

Ever since I can remember, I've been bitter-sweetly satisfied with my life.

Roughly 30 years ago, my mother, Elizabeth Swann, was the daughter of the Governor of Port Royal. At the time, the townspeople had expected her to marry Captain Norrington, a respectable military man, who had fancied her for a long while. Though my mother knew it would be 'right' by society's standards, she dreaded the thought of marriage, for to her it held the idea of being trapped, never quenching a certain thirst for adventure she had always tried to hide. No one but my mother knew where and to whom her true feelings laid.

Will Turner, my father, then a blacksmith, had similar feelings towards society's ideals for life as my mother. Though he'd never tell a soul, he fancied my mother since the day they first met: since she had spotted him drifting on a piece of wreckage among a burning ship.

Both of their lives changed the day the infamous pirate Captain Jack Sparrow sailed into Port Royal.

Over the next year, the trio had experienced undead pirates, mutinies, cursed Aztec gold, a failed marriage ceremony, a sociopathic businessman, a chest with a still-beating heart, Davy Jones, the Kraken, betrayals, World's end, Pirate politics, and an epic battle between pirates and the East India Trading Co.

In the battle, my father was stabbed in the chest by Davy Jones, a tentacle-ly man who used to do the bidding of Calypso, the sea goddess, until she betrayed him, and in result betrayed her. Jack Sparrow himself gave up his own dreams of immortality to allow my father to live and take the place of Davy Jones.

My mother, then recently named Pirate Lord of Singapore, and Pirate King, said goodbye to my father, and returned to Singapore, where she spent half of her time. The other half of her time was spent on the sea, going about her duties. Soon after, my mother had my brother, William Turner the 3rd.

Upon discovering that nothing could stop my parents from being together on the sea, my mother, father, and Liam spent as much time together as they could. Unfortunately, it wasn't much- but they all agreed it was better than absolutely no contact for 10 years.

After 10 years of service aboard the Flying Dutchman, my father was finally reunited with my mother and brother. Expecting to be free of the duty of ferrying souls lost at sea, my family was crushed to discover that my father would be bound to the Dutchman for eternity.

Despite this, my mother still insisted that Liam spent as much time with our father as he could.

Jack Sparrow, the godfather of my brother (and eventually myself) visited from time to time and helped out with whatever he could.

Life moved on, and eventually I was born. However, my mother couldn't name me just then- she wanted my father's input too, as choosing my name wouldn't be as simple as choosing my brother's had been. However, at the time she hadn't seen my father since his one day on land, around 9 months before.

I almost find it humorous that for several weeks, I went without a name. I haven't the faintest idea of what mother, Liam, and Uncle Jack referred to me as at the time, and to be honest- I'd prefer it that way.

Eventually, my mother's ship had found the Dutchman. My father was surprised, but pleased, so my mother tells me, to discover me. He had no particular requests for my name, other than something that my mother loved.

While they were discussing this, my godfather, Captain Jack Sparrow, happened to be aboard the Empress. In fact, he'd come onto the ship to barter some rum from my mother. On his third bottle of rum, he started to mumble aimlessly about a mermaid named Marina.

My blue eyes, the same shade as my paternal grandfather's, were the final convincing point for my mother to name me something having to do with the sea. After a moment of thought, thinking it wouldn't be best to name me after a mermaid Uncle Jack had had a "fling" with, she decided on the name Marine, which still translated to "of the sea". My name was eventually finalized as Marine Willow Turner. Though my middle name was supposedly a derived tribute to my father, I still found myself smirking at its peculiarity.

I remember being a rather curious child. I was energetic yet observant, meaning that I found more ways to get into mischief than the other children. Nothing intentional, of course, as I simply wondered what the world had in store for me. The ocean, and more particularly, pirates, fascinated me.

My not-so-secret love of adventure and freedom immediately drew me to the idea of being a pirate, and being free to roam the sea. However, my mother wasn't about to let me become affiliated with piracy any more than I already was. Still, that didn't stop my imagination from running wild. I loved hearing stories of my father, my mother, and "uncle" Captain (as my mother insisted I refer to him as) Jack Sparrow from what she considered "the old days".

For the first few years after I was born, my father actually was a part of my life. My mother would take my brother and me to visit him on the Flying Dutchman every now and then, but for very short periods of time, as we couldn't go everywhere the Dutchman could… at least not when we were alive.

Though some crew members scared me, I cherished any time I could spend time with my grandfather.

I also loved helping my father with whatever he needed, because his "job" intrigued me. He'd think up little "tasks" or such, so I could feel important and impress him. Often, he'd send me to retrieve a map from the Captain's quarters, or up to the deck to make sure that someone was at each station at all times.

My brother and mother enjoyed trips to the Flying Dutchman as well. My father and brother were very close, as they could talk on several hours on end about the littlest of subjects. For those few short years, are family almost seemed… dare I say it, normal.

But the year I turned six, things changed. It was during a visit with my father aboard the Empress, when my family was visited by a mysterious woman- who seemed to appear from the depths of the ocean. Today, recalling those events and putting together relevant sea tales, I know it was Calypso. I haven't any idea of what she spoke to my parents about on that day, only that it wasn't anything remotely close to good.

After the visit, my father insisted we all stay on land, due to increasing piracy rates. Though I was suspicious at first, his plead was soon supported by fact.

While traveling to Singapore for my mother's profession, we were attacked by a total of three ships. Luckily, the tiny Sloops were no match for the Empress. Still, I found it odd that they had attempted an attack at all, for no one in their right mind would challenge the Pirate King out of the blue. Let alone the fact that it happened right off the coast of Singapore, her home turf.

I didn't like the idea of living on land very well. I became slightly rebellious, which concerned my parents. Of course I didn't mean to worry them at the time, but as far as I was concerned I was being taken away from a life I loved, and my father.

Eventually, my mother, brother, and I settled down in Bridgetown, Barbados, where I have spent most of my life. The town, should one call it that, is actually very large. All sorts of people lived here, which I'm sure is a reason why my mother chose it. Of course, people would still talk about a woman living alone with her two children that were 10 years apart in age, but in Bridgetown my family seemed less… obvious to the public eye.

Though Barbados wasn't strictly Navy nor Pirate based, my mother insisted that we had aliases. Being a mere six at the time, my mother had chosen Maria as my new name, as to not confuse myself too much. My brother's name had switched from William to Samuel, and my mother's had changed to her middle name: Grace. Our family named had changed to the common, but not too common, name of Lee.

Upon our arrival, my mother established the main rules which we were to live by: 1.) Neither my brother nor I were to give our actual names to anyone other than those she had approved of; 2.) Both of us were to make our best attempt at having an honest life on land; and 3.) Should we fail at the second rule, we weren't allowed to live on the seas until we were at least twenty, and she was quick to add that she would have to approve.

Temperance Callaway, a friend of my mother's from when she had lived in London as a young girl, was quick to help our family. She, her husband Richard, and their son Caspian were several of the few entrusted with our secret.

Though our meeting at first was rather awkward, I had immediately taken a liking to Caspian. Since our mothers visited each other often, it wasn't surprising that we became inseparable, despite him being nearly four years my senior.

Richard Callaway, a dock worker himself, had given my mother a cover-up job helping him, giving her an excuse to come and go from Barbados as her occupation required, which was often.

Temperance tutored the governor's daughters in music, as playing an instrument was a nearly essential skill for women in high society. As of my knowledge, she could play the flute, harp, and piano divinely, at least in my opinion.

I remember watching her play the piano one day during a visit to the family. It is truly a beautiful instrument- I recall her saying it was a sort of family heirloom. I was very intrigued with the concept of when precisely pushing exact keys in certain orders, such beautiful music resulted. Noting this, Temperance had offered to take me on as a sort of apprentice. I gladly accepted, and took in as much information as my mind could process on playing music, though I greatly favored the piano.

As the years went on, my brother had easily adapted to life on land. As for myself, the change was more of a struggle. But the idea of one day adventuring on the sea like my mother and my father was enough to encourage me to cope with the situation. Though my mother was forced to give up her position as Captain of the Empress, it didn't take her long to acquire a new ship, appropriately named the Call of the Sea.

Uncle Jack visited often, to my enjoyment. I'd always laugh at his antics, which were occasionally more outrageous than my own. It really was astounding the silly things he'd do just to haggle some rum from my mother.

Just as I was becoming neutral about living on land, my life changed drastically once more.

As soon as my brother was twenty, he left Barbados and moved to London. After revealing his true name, he was pardoned by the King, whom undoubtedly feared our father. He became and merchant sailor and two years later was married. Afterwards, I began to miss having an older brother around. Because of this, I found myself spending even more time with Caspian, who had seemed to take (though not replace) the position in my life that my brother had had.

It was only a year later that Temperance had died giving birth to her and Richard's second child. It was a girl named Rosalyn, who had luckily survived.

Richard, in need of money, took on extra work down at the docks. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to support the family. Caspian, after his standard schooling had finished, began working as well. With both of them working, no one was around to watch Rosalyn. My mother and I had volunteered to watch her whenever they could not.

Rosalyn had become somewhat of a little sister to me. I was quick to teach her all the pirate songs I knew, and she was eager to learn them. Her father didn't mind, for he was very grateful that my mother was around as a mother-figure for her. I told Rosalyn stories that my mother had told me when I was her age, like how my parents had met Jack Sparrow, and other child-friendly parts of my parents' past, and she is intrigued by them.

With Richard's blessing, I took over Temperance's job tutoring the governor's daughters. Governor Davenport was sad to hear of Temperance's death, for his daughters had done exceedingly well under her direction, but he was relieved to find that she had trained myself in the unique way that she herself had been trained. Governor Davenport was also glad that I was close to his daughter's ages and of the same gender, for he had feared having to hire an older male scholar. Once he informed me of this, I understood that he cared for his daughters greatly, as few others would've worried over such a thing. I imagined my grandfather had cared for my mother the same way, allowing her to marry a blacksmith and all.

Finally, when I was 15, my mother had decided to let me accompany her on a routine trip to Singapore. I jumped at the chance, glad to once more be on the seas. When the day to leave arrived, I said my goodbyes to the Callaways. As I hugged Caspian goodbye, I noted that he was acting oddly. When I asked him what was wrong, he just replied that he would miss me. At the time, I simply smiled and assured him that I'd be back soon.

When we arrived back at Barbados nearly two months later, Caspian was not there. Curious of this, I asked Richard where he had gone. To my dismay, Richard had told me he found work sailing on the sea that paid good money, but his return would be unpredictable.

Caspian has not returned in 4 years.

Since then, I've moved on. My mother comes and goes as her duties call, which results in her being gone quite frequently. Uncle Jack has not visited for several years, but my mother assures me he is well, just merely occupied. My brother visits whenever his business allows, and for certain occasions during the year, such as our birthdays, which are not surprisingly a mere two days apart.

I keep myself occupied with the daily (with the exception of Sunday) tutoring sessions. Rosalyn accompanies me most of the time. Thankfully, the Governor doesn't mind, and neither does one of his daughters. The other, and his wife, are… well, unfavorable of the idea. I do understand they do not want any distractions from the lessons, but the little girl is so quiet, I even forget momentarily myself that she is there.

The money I receive from tutoring I split between myself and the Callaways. Originally, I had planned to give them all of the money I'd earned, seeing as it was Temperance who had taught me everything I know about music, but Richard insisted that I keep it since Caspian had been earning money for them. I still insisted to give him half, and he hesitantly agreed.

All of the money that hasn't been spent on taxes when my mother's raids have been unsuccessful has been saved since I started. Secret to everyone but myself, I've been saving to by my own ship when I turn twenty.

Though Bridgetown had been mediocre, I longed for the adventures the world could hold for me. Ever since I was six, ever since I was told I wasn't to see my father once but every ten years, I've promised myself that one day I'd sailed the seas on my own, and discover where I was truly destined to be.

I desired the chance to prove to the world and myself that I was the Pirate King and Davy Jones' daughter, and that I wasn't a mere peasant living an monotonous life on land. Though I loved my mother dearly, I wanted to show the world that I had a purpose other than abiding her every wish and staying on land for the rest of my life.

I was unaware of exactly how soon I'd get that chance.


I promise things pick up in the next chapter.

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