This is my first fanfic, so please be gentle. And this is set after DMC, and before the third movie I suppose. I'm a big Will Turner fan, so the story focuses on him. AND, I'm not good with the whole dialogue thing, so that's why it looks like a play. Hope it isn't too bad…well, enjoy!

And also, I do not own any part of Pirates of the Caribbean

Will stepped out of the bathtub, trying ever so carefully not to slip. It was good to finally take a bath and rid his body of all the sweat and odor he carried with him throughout the Caribbean. Soap smelled much better the musk of piracy.

However, the occasion for his visit to London was a somber one. He heard his mother, Mary, was suffering from an unknown disease. The doctors were stumped as to what it was or what the cure could be. They said she might only have a few months left to live. Will was just about to start his journey to rescue Jack Sparrow when he heard of his mother's ailment.

As Will was rubbing his curly, brown hair, he thought of Elizabeth. Oh, how he missed her. He stopped drying his hair as he remembered the last conversation they had together.

Will: Elizabeth, darling…what do you mean you don't want to come with me to England?

Elizabeth: I told you Will. I have to go save Jack. I owe it to him.

Will: What do you mean you "owe" it to him?

Elizabeth: Will, please don't. You don't know how hard this is for me. But I have an obligation to do this. If I don't at least attempt to save Jack…I could never live with myself.

Will: And what if I told you my mother was to die, without ever setting her eyes on her future daughter-in-law…if you're still planning to marry me.

Elizabeth: What are you implying?

Will: How can you possibly have any difficulty choosing between me and Jack? Your fiancée or a backstabbing captain? My mother's life or the life of Sparrow? Elizabeth…don't tell me you can't decide.

Elizabeth: (tearfully) I'm sorry Will. You wouldn't understand.

Will: Then…I guess this is goodbye.

Will storms out, unable to hold it in any longer, as tears stream down his face.

Will shook his head. It was better to forget about that memory then dwell on it at times like these. He was here for his mother, not to mourn the ending of his relationship. He finished buttoning up his shirt, and headed out of the bathroom.

Will opened the door to his mother's room. He stood there in the doorway gazing at her sleeping in bed that was much too big for her. Her snoring was irregular and sounded dreadful. He walked into her room and sat on the chair by her bed. He put her hand in his and stroked her clammy skin. It was hard for him to see her like this. The last time he saw her she was healthy and happy. How could three years change her so much? Mary opened her eyes, startled to see she had a guest.

Mary: William? Is that you?

Will: Yes mother, it's me.

Mary: Well, give your mother a kiss will you?

Will smiled as he leaned from his chair and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek.

Mary: So tell me, what in heaven's name dragged you from your beloved Caribbean?

Will: Do you honestly think I could live with myself if my sick mother was up here in London and I was in Port Royal, living as if I didn't have a care in the world?

Mary: Well, I am more than pleased to have you back at home. But you needn't worry about me, there's still some fight left in this girl. Speaking of girls, where is this Elizabeth that I've heard so much about?

Will didn't know exactly what to tell his mom. He couldn't just say, "Oh her. Yes we were supposed to get married, but it turns out she is madly in love with a 'friend' of mine and decided to rescue him from who-knows-where, and I left her because I would choose my mother over Jack Sparrow any day…unlike some people."

Will: Well…uh…hmm, long story short…we sort of had a feud and we're kind of…separated.

Mary: I'm sorry William. I didn't know…I can see how uncomfortable you are just talking about it. Very well, forget I even brought it up.

Will: It's not your fault Mum. As you said, you didn't know. I'm just glad I found out about it before we were actually married.

Just then, they heard footsteps coming down the hall, towards Mary's bedroom. They both looked to the door to find a maid.

Maid: I'm sorry m'am. I didn't know you had company…I'll just see my way out.

Mary: Nonsense, come in Tara. I have someone I want you to meet.

Will observed Tara as she sat on a stool on the opposite side of the bed. "Hmm, she's not that bad on the eyes", he thought to himself. Actually, she was pretty attractive. She was exotic looking, a bit shorter than he was, her skin was of a caramel color, and her ebony hair was tied up in a bun. The thing that captivated him the most was her big, brown eyes. When her eyes met his, he couldn't help but stare and get lost in them.

Mary: Tara, this is my son, William. William, this is my maid, Tara.

Will held out his hand.

Will: It's a pleasure to meet you.

Tara, in response, placed her hand in his and shook it.

Tara: The pleasure is mine. I have heard much about you Mr. Turner.

Will smiled at her.

Will: Will is fine, thank you.

Mary: Tara had no money and no where to go, so I took her in. I figured I could always use extra help around here, and I have always enjoyed her company. She has been taking care of me while I've been sick, so I owe her much gratitude.

Tara: Mrs. Turner, you are too kind. I only wish I could do more to ease your pain and suffering. You are like a mother to me and it hurts me to see you like this.

Mary: Nonsense.

Mary begins to cough.

Mary: You…you did a wonderful job.

Mary starts coughing again, each cough worse than the last. Will and Tara, both concerned, offer assistance. Tara sits on the bed and hits Mary's back.

Will: Tara, is there anything I can do? Get a drink, medicine, anything?

Tara: There's some water on that table over there. We'll see if that works.

Will rushes to the table and grabs the water. He hurries back and holds it to Mary's mouth.

Will: Here you go, this might help.

Mary gulped what she could in between coughs as Tara continued to hit her back. The coughs weakened and decreased in number, and eventually Mary stopped.

Mary: I'm sorry about that. The coughs are getting worse. Well, I think a little nap would do me some good. Tara, there should be some tea left from lunch. How about you and Will have a bit and chat a while?

Tara: Sure thing m'am. Ring the bell if you need anything.

Will bent down and kissed his mother on her forehead.

Will: Sweet dreams, mother. I love you.

Mary: I love you too.