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Full summary: Now fifteen and desperate to find his estranged father, young William Turner III joins forces with Captain Jack, who agrees to take the boy over the earth's edge for more than the reason he reveals, knowing it is the only chance to save his own life. But what was hoped to be a joyful and disclosing reunion quickly becomes a deadly and vengeful quest when William III discovers what his own horrific destiny will be because of his father's fate. Meanwhile, a frantic Elizabeth, struggling to rediscover her inner pirate- something she has denied for fifteen years- strikes a perilous deal with a certain Captain Barbossa (now captain in the king's navy, as he is in OST), agreeing to bertray old friends in order to find and rescue her family... before it's too late.

Prologue

For fifteen years, his entire life up to that point, he dreamed of ghosts. Vague and obscure ghosts from his past, nameless and faceless, that came and went with a flash of emerald green for years at a time. The ghosts would appear in nightmares of slimy and ferocious beasts from the deep, thrashing hurricanes, and thunderous canon fire, waking him with a scream all throughout his youth. Being nothing more than a child for most of these nights, his mother was the only one who could draw him out of his state of terror, cradling him in her thin arms and trying to explain.

"They're not ghosts, Will," she'd say, her eyes distant and filled with a hollow longing that disappeared but once in a decade. "They're memories. Your father, old friends of mine. They won't hurt you."

He didn't believe her until he was ten years old. That day, when Elizabeth took his hand and led him to the coast, he saw it. Far off on the endless horizon, the sails of one of his subconscious's ships unfurled and drew close. On its deck stood a man he almost remembered, a face he could recall and get his thoughts around no easier than wisps of smoke caught with his bare hands. A face that showed boundless love for the pair on the shore that promised to remain ever vigilant, ever faithful.

The man with the scars over his chest and the sad, sad, smile- that was his father, doomed to travel the sea the boy felt stirring in him and ferry the dead for an eternity. A man who didn't even know he had a son, or what he would find when he returned, but did so anyway out of hope and devotion.

That day, after he had seen again Elizabeth's beauty, something his memories could never do justice, and kissed again her lips, he'd held his son in his arms for the very first time and even cried, apologizing and explaining things his son could never fully understand until Will was long gone in a crushing green flash.

But five years had passed since then, and William Turner III was growing restless. He had to see his father again, no matter how much his mother begged his patience, his safety. There was inevitable pirate in her son's blood, Elizabeth knew this very well. But even so, this knowledge did not dull the pain she felt one morning when she reached out across the blankets and find not her son's warmth, or the heartache when she yelled his name into the morning mist and received only the tropical wind's whisper in reply. And it certainly did not prepare her for the shock of finding the chest gone, the heart tucked into a teenager's cloak as he sought out another man from his dreams. One that would help him, one that had been at world's end before and would have to take him there again, for more than the reason young Will thought.

"Jack Sparrow," the boy breathed, finding the infamous man on the docks of Tortuga.

"Ah," the man said, somewhat exasperated. "There should be a captain in there somewhere."