Ok, this is my second attempt at writing a POTC fanfiction. My first one has been deleted. It received no reviews, and I now see why. It had a rubbish plot, my OC was a major Mary Sue and nearly everyone was OOC. Ugh.

So hopefully this will be a lot better. I have a vague outline of the plot in my head, but forgive me if updates are not frequent. This is just the prologue and, if I get some reviews, I'll post the first chapter shortly.

Please read and review :D

Prologue

The sun lingered in the sky, its soft rays subtly illuminating the ground below it as it lowered, descending out of view. A figure, no more than a silhouette against the light, walked along slowly. Humming softly below her breath, the shadowed woman cradled a baby in her arms.

"Yo, ho, haul together, hoist the colours high. Heave, ho, thieves and beggars, never shall we die..." She sung softly.

The baby stirred slightly in her arms, letting out a gurgle. She smiled.

"The king and his men stole the queen from her bed, and bound her in her Bones. The seas be ours and by the powers, where we will we'll roam..." She continued.

Elizabeth should've hated herself, and yet couldn't bring the anger upon herself. Out of one mistake came a miracle. A daughter.

Lily.

Elizabeth's smile grew as she came to a stop, pausing at the end of the cliff to gaze out at the sea. Standing silently, she rocked her daughter back and forth.

"Mum?"

Elizabeth turned, watching as her son walked towards her. He was now eleven, and growing into a proper young man. Everyday he grew to look more and more like his father.

"Will," She said softly. "What are you doing? You should be asleep."

"I followed you." Will replied, shrugging as he stood next to his mother. Elizabeth laughed softly.

"I'm fine, Will. You don't need to worry."

"I know."

Elizabeth paused before shifting the baby into one arm and wrapping the other around her son's shoulders.

"You're always be my son, Will, no matter what happens." She promised. Will didn't answer; his brown eyes were focused on Lily.

"Are you going to tell him?"

Elizabeth didn't need to question which man her son was referring to. "I don't know..."

"Mum,"

"Please, Will, I just need to think."

Will frowned, but didn't respond. After a moment, he reached out and hooked his finger into the tiny fist of Lily, smiling as her fingers curled around it.

"Can I hold her, Mum?" He asked. Elizabeth nodded, carefully transferring the baby into his arms.

"Hello, Lily," He said softly.

Will laughed as Lily pulled his finger into her mouth and began chewing it.

"She's eating me!"

Elizabeth also laughed as she leant down and kissed her son's head.

"It's because she knows you're her big brother."

Will grinned. "And I'm going to be the best big brother you could ever want, Lily!"

Elizabeth smiled as she gazed down at her son and daughter, both so similar and yet so different.