Disclaimer- I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or its characters. I only own the made up characters. Those are mine.

This story is in Will and Elizabeth's daughter's point of view.

"And why can't I go? You never let me go anywhere!" 14 year old Clover yelled at her father, Will Turner.

"No, I do too let you go places." He tried to respond calmly.

"Not by the ocean! And that's the best place around here!" I argued.

"Now you know I do that for your protection. There are dangerous things in those waters that I don't want you encountering."

"Like what dad? Huh? A boy? You think I am going to run into a boy, is that it?"

"Well, I wouldn't like that but no, that's not it."

"Then what is it then!"

"Whoa, what the bloody hell is all the yelling about?" My Uncle Jack came stumbling into the room.

"Jack, I told you not to talk that way in front of my daughter." My mother, Elizabeth said.

"Oh, I am sure she hears worse at the damn school you send her to. I mean, I didn't go to school," He took a large gulp of rum, "and I turned out fine."

"Yeah, well, we want her to make something of her life, not have her stumbling around getting drunk off of rum." Dad explained

"What ever, it's an experience that she will eventually discover."

I laughed as he tripped over his own feet.

"So, what were you two yelling about now?" Mom asked us

"She wants to go to the ocean with some friends and I said no." Dad told her

"Now, Clover, I already told you that we don't like you near the ocean."

"And why not? Because I'll have fun!"

"I am not going to argue with you, Clover Nicole Turner, now go to your room. You are getting worked up over nothing." Mom said

"Fine!" I stormed up to my room and threw myself on my bed. "Why don't they want me near the ocean? There has to be some reason…"

"Knock, knock…" Uncle Jack came in my room with a bowl of ice cream in one hand and a bottle of rum in the other.

"Hello." I smiled at him

"Hey Clove, now what's going on? Why are you all… like how your being with your parents?" He handed me the ice cream.

"They never let me near the ocean. I want to know what it's like."

"You parents have a very good reason for keeping you away from those waters, deary. I know first hand on why."

"And why is that, exactly?"

"Well, I don't know that your parents would want me to tell you…"

"Aww, come on, Uncle Jack!" I pleaded

"Ok, but you didn't hear it from me. If you heard it from anyone, Cotton's damn parrot told you."

I laughed. "Ok, now what's the story?"

"Ok, well, about 4 years before you were born, your parent lived where you grandfather still lives. You know Commodore Narrington, well, your mother was supposed to marry him. And you know about your father being in love with her for the longest damn time, well, anyways, I was a pirate."

"A pirate!"

Yes, I was. And I happened to stumble across your parents little town and well, I got arrested after I saved your mother-"

"From what?"

"Oh, nothing, she just fell off a cliff and was drowning. She was wearing a corset and those bloody things…"

"Oh…"

"Anyways, Narrington was going to arrest me and I kind of used your mother to get free and ran from them." he took a deep breath. "Then, of course, I came across you father. He was pissed that I "hurt" your mother and we sword fought until his boss knock me out and the authorities arrested me."

"Ouch."

"Yes, well, you also know Barbossa."

"Is he the one with the apples?"

"Yes, well, your mother had this little trinket that is really your father's that his father, who is also a pirate, gave to him when he was a lad. Anyways, Barbossa and his ghostly crew where under a curse that only your father's father could relieve him from."

"And he refused?" I asked

"No. They killed him a year before, anyways, they took your mother captive and I was set free by your father. He wanted to save your mother while I wanted my ship back."

"You had a ship?"

"The only Barbossa had, The Black Pearl."

"Wow, I've heard things about it."

"Yes, well, we go on this long arse journey to save your mother and get back the black pearl. Well, Narrington decided that I was to be hanged anyways so, there I was, the noose around my neck, when your mother and father saved me and end up together."

"Oh. Is that it?"

"Oh, no no no, dear. About another year later, a new lord something or another arrested your mother and father for helping me escape and than sent them both, at separate times, on a wild goose chase to find me."

"Do you mean the one that was killed be a random shooter 2 years ago?"

"That was no random shooter." He laughed, "Now, while they were trying to find me and each other, I was due to pay Davy Jones my soul and was on the run from him."

"Davy Jones?"

"The very same. He's not dead yet and that right there it one of the reasons that your parents don't want you in the water."

"But what would he want with me?"

"Hold you captive, kill you, who knows? But anyways, First I met up with your father, who I ended up trading to Davy Jones for 3 days to get him 99 more souls-"

"You were going to sell my father's soul to save your own?"

"Yep."

I laughed, "Ok, then."

"Ok, well, then I met up with your mom. We went around trying to find a chest with Davy Jones' heart in it so we could save our skins and then your father shows up out of the blue and screws the whole friend thing going on between me and your mother up. Well, then your father, Narrington, and I got into a sword fight and your mother was pissed-"

"Why were you all in a fight?"

"We wanted to have the heart for different reasons. I wanted it to save my skin, your father wanted it to save his father who is bound to serve Davy Jones until the end of time and the Narrington wanted it so he could "get his life back"."

"Oh."

"Then we got attacked by Davy Jones' crew and barely escaped. I had gotten the heart out of the chest and put it in a jar of dirt-"

"Why?"

"Because Davy Jones can't touch land for more at least 10 years."

"Ok."

"Anyways, Narrington, the ass, took it, put it in his pocket, and said he was going to lure them away by taking the chest and running away with it so Davy Jones' crew would follow.

Well, like I said, we got away and to make things shorter, we were getting attacked by Davy Jones' monster, your mother tricked me into a trap, keeping me on the Black Peal, only to be eaten by the bloody beast, and they got away on a little row boat along with Cotton, Gibbs, Pintel, Ragetti, and Marty. Then they went to Tia Dalma and then Barbossa, back from the dead, teamed up with them to get me back."

"Wow…"

"Yes, well. Now you know why they keep you away from the sea."

"Yes, but why did you stop being a pirate? Didn't you enjoy it? I mean, you were a captain."

"I thought that I should help your parents raise you or some stupid excuse like that. Besides, they make a lot of money doing whatever they do and I can buy all the rum I want."

"Oh."

"TIME TO EAT!" Mother yelled at us from down stairs. We got up and went down stairs. I kept replaying the story, whether it was real of not, over and over in my mind so I would remember it. Wouldn't a pirate's life be exciting?