Summary- What if he ship Will was got attacked, but he wasn't thrown overboard? What if he never met Elizabeth Swann? This I my version oh how Will Turner and Jack Sparrow met, and what happened next. Warnings: Slash, adult themes, possibly some light descriptions of torture and rape later on.

Oh yeah, I don't own any of the characters otherwise I wouldn't be writing this would I?

Chapter One

"Will, wake up." Ten year old Will Turner groaned and turned over in his sleep. "Will, c'mon you have to get up." Still no answer. The man who was gently shaking the boy awake decided to try a different tactic. "Turner, get up now or I'll make you walk the plank."

The boy jumped up and out of bed, and then started as he felt something pressed in into his hand. He looked at the man who had woken him with a mixture of fear and excitement in his eyes.

"Is it the navy?" He asked eagerly, and the man shook his head.

"No lad, its fellow pirates, but they aren't like us, we kill only when necessary, they kill for fun, they show no mercy, you have to hide, go down to the forge, they might not think of looking there." The boy nodded, turned then hesitated.

"But, Terry, what about you?" The man looked at Will sadly.

"I fight; even if it means giving up my life, now go, stay in the forge until someone comes to get you." Will nodded and ran off. Terry stared after him for a minute, at the boy who had become like a son to him, then ran up on deck.

Meanwhile Will had reached the forge, running inside he slammed the door shut and looked around, the forge was his home, Terry was the Ships blacksmith and over the past year had been teaching Will everything he knew, and Will had taken to it like a natural, he loved it. He let his hands run over a sword that he had just finished crafting the previous day and couldn't help but smile. He was good at his craft, this he knew, a few more years and he would be even better than Terry. A bang overhead startled him and he remembered that he was supposed to be hiding, as quietly as he could Will walked swiftly to the over side o the forge, and pulled back some blankets to reveal a door. Opening it silently he squeezed into the little cubby hole, he was slightly taken aback to realise that it was much more of a squash since the last time he had been in the tiny space.

He heard more crashes overhead and then what sounded like footsteps, then a door opening, he almost cried out when he realised it was the door to he forge, he took a deep breath and tied not to make the slightest sound. He could hear voices, and they weren't people from his crew.

"Hey, Gordie, them blankets look a bit out o' place, don't they." Will flinched inwardly, the man voice was full of excitement, "I think I'm going to take a look."

Will instinctively tried to sink back even further into the shadows as he heard the lock on his door being rattled, he knew he didn't have much time and began uttering silent prayers. The darkness in his hiding place was suddenly replaced by a bright light and he felt himself being dragged out by his hair, he began struggling to get away, he wasn't going down without a fight. The men just laughed and held on even tighter. Hands were gripping onto his shoulders painfully and Will scowled.

"Ah, look fella's, the little princess is angry." Will stepped hard on the mans toe and he let go for a second, that was all Will needed. He sprinted for the door, flung it open and took the stairs two at a time; he burst out on deck and ran towards the place where the weapons were kept. Hands reached out for him but he avoided them and kept running. He had almost reached his destination, when he tripped over something, looking around to see what it was he saw that it was his captain, and he was dead. Rough hands seized him and he felt a dagger at his throat, he stopped struggling.

He was thrust into a line where he felt a gentle hand on his arm, he looked up and met Terry's eye, he read the expression on Terry's face, keep calm, it seemed to be saying, you're young, and you might have a chance. Will looked along the line and saw the rival ships captain walking along, picking out people who h wanted for his own crew, giving the order to kill the ones who he did not want. As the man drew closer, his face came into view and Will gave an involuntary gasp, he knew who this man was, had heard him described often enough. Captain Stede Dampier. The Captain arrived at Terry and Will crossed his fingers and hoped.

"I hope that ye know who I am man. For if ye don't then you'll not be accepted as part o' my crew" the pirate captain snarled at the blacksmith. Terry spat at the captain's feet.

"I'd rather die than serve under scum like you." Will gasped, and looked pleadingly at Terry, but he wouldn't catch his eye.

The captain smirked, "Very well, Smith take this one away, gut him, then tie him to a barrel, he will suffer before he dies." Dampier moved along and came to Will. Smiling slightly he looked the boy up and down. "You, boy, what's your name?" Will looked down at his feet and mumbled.

"Will Turner, sir"

"Mmm, you're a pretty one, aren't you? I think I'll keep you, welcome to my crew lad. Hodgins, take this one to my cabin." Will looked up, his eyes wide in shock, h was to be saved, and allowed into the captains own cabin, he was safe.

From a distance Terry watched as he waited to be dealt with, he shook his head sadly, pitying the naïve boy, who had no idea of what was to come.

So there it is, the first chapter, hopefully the next chapter will be longer, now that the story is under way. I would love to get some reviews; it might spur me on to write the next chapter a bit quicker!