Pirates of the Caribbean: The Voyage for the Blue Star

By JessieHeart

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Prologue: A Mother's Warning

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William Turner had become one of the most successful pirates of the era. Peasants to governors swapped stories about him, each one more crazy than the last. But the craziest ones involved his wife, Elizabeth Turner, fabled to have been Elizabeth Swann, of a respected family. However, no one knew exactly how much truth these rumors had.

Elizabeth had a taste for pirates and an even bigger taste for adventure. She always went with Will on his voyages and insisted on being first mate. Naturally, their only son came with them. He, too, developed a taste for the ocean's pure freedom.

However, sailing isn't all smooth and clean. They come with more than their share of squalls. Rain and thunderstorms were an essential part of Will's voyages, and he accepted them as welcome challenges.

Elizabeth, on the other hand, hated the rain. Storms, especially, got on her nerves. The kind that tossed even the most sea worthy of ships like rag-dolls; the kind that she happened to be in at that very moment.

The ship gave an almighty lurch, sending Elizabeth to the floor of her stateroom. She regained her balance, a difficult thing to do with the ships constant rocking.

"You alright, Mum?" asked Bill Turner, Elizabeth's seven-year-old son. Bill was sitting on a hammock, rocking, looking clam as could be. He didn't seem to notice the pounding rain against the window.

Elizabeth straightened. "I'm fine." She crossed the room and climbed into the hammock with her son. "And why aren't you asleep yet?"

"Can't sleep!" said Bill excitedly. He dug into his shirt and brought forth a large medallion hanging on a chain. It was patterned with an intricate design encircling a blue star. Strange runes ran along the inside. Bill held it up. "Tell me about this again, Mum."

Elizabeth took the trinket and passed it from palm to palm. She remained silent for a long time.

"A time may come,: she said, "When you find yourself lost, without a friend, pursued by darkness. However," She took his hand and traced his fingers along the star, "If you follow the path, find the blue star and stick to it, I promise no harm will come to you there. And that's where I'll be."

Bill smiled. "Sounds like a nice place, this blue star."

"It is," his mother answered softly, looking away. She pressed the medallion into his hand. "Keep it with you, always."

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