READ THIS FIRST! It is very important that you go and click on the link in my profile and read it FIRST or you won't understand this story!!!

Set after POTC3

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot line. If I did own Pirates, they wouldn't have taken out that rather important scene mentioned above.

The Turners

Chapter 1

Coming Home

"Mother! Hurry. It's almost sunrise! Father's coming!" An energetic young boy called running out of a small cottage.

"William, stop running. It's still dark, we have plenty of time."

"Do you think he will know where to find us?" The boy asked as his mother fell into step with him.

"Yes, I'm sure he'll find us."

"But how can he know? He hasn't been here." The boy suddenly felt downhearted. He dropped his head and began to drag his feet.

"Don't worry William. You father will be here. I promise." Elizabeth paused, catching a glimpse of the ocean over the edge of the cliff. "The sky is starting to get lighter. He'll be here soon." She told her son. He didn't respond. "Why don't you sing a pirate song, just to call your father to us?"

The boys smiled, deciding that the plan would work.

We pillage, we plunder, we riffle and loot.

Drink up me hearties, yo ho.

The boy stopped walking when he reached the edge of the cliff and scanned the huge expanse of ocean in front of him. Elizabeth came up next to the boy and draped her arm over his shoulders.

We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot.

Drink up me hearties, yo ho.

Suddenly, there was a green flash, just as the sun peaked over the horizon. The boy abandoned his song and stood watching as the ship that had appeared out of no-where approached himself and his mother.

Elizabeth was able to see a blood red shirt on the ship that approached and knew immediately that it was Will. The woman excitedly hugged her son closer.

William, however, became suddenly worried. 'Does he know I was born? What if he doesn't like me? What if he doesn't love Mother anymore?' William felt like bolting back to his little room in the cottage he had lived in all his life. He wasn't prepared.

The ship began to get closer. William, feeling shy, slid back so he was hidden behind his mother. She was so intent on seeing her husband again, that she didn't seem to notice her son's shift in position.

Elizabeth was positive that the man was Will. She needed to get down to the tiny beach below the cliff. Grabbing her son's hand, she pulled him inland and turned onto the well-worn path she and William used to get to the water's edge everyday.

William wished that his Uncle Jack was with him at that moment, but he knew that the man would not be visiting until next fall at the earliest. His uncle always seemed to make William feel more at ease when it came to the boy's father. Uncle Jack knew all about William Turner II and he saw him from time to time as he sailed. William's mother was always interested to hear how 'Will' was doing.

Jack, however, never said a word about Elizabeth or her son to Will. As Captain of the Flying Dutchman, he was forced to live for ten years on sea without knowing anything about his wife.

Today, ten years would be up.

Today, Elizabeth would meet him on land.

Today, Will's curse would be broken.

And, today, Will would find out about the son he never knew he had.

The Flying Dutchman had stopped moving. A rowboat with six people, including the captain, was being lowered into the water. Elizabeth ran to the water's edge to wait for her husband.

William was in a panic now. He couldn't leave the beach, he knew that. He wouldn't leave his mother for anything. He decided to sit on a flat-topped rock closer to the cliff. It was where his mother gave him lessons during the day. Reading, writing, arithmetic, and music…

The rowboat was almost to shore. He could see a man with long, curly, brown hair. He was sure that man was his father. The man was smiling broadly at the woman that stood on shore jumping up and down.

He hadn't spotted the boy yet.

He's so close. Elizabeth considered swimming out through the surf to meet Will. She didn't though. She had dressed in her newest clothing to meet her husband. She could wait just a minute longer.

Will and the five others in the rowboat were able to ride in behind a wave.

Will stepped onto land and was immediately pushed back into the shallows of the sea when his wife jumped on him, making him tumble backwards. She kissed him quite passionately as they fell.

Seconds later, the couple came up laughing and dripping wet. The crew members who had come ashore were laughing at the exchange as well as they stepped onto the sand and pulled the boat up so the tides wouldn't pull it back into the ocean.

"Will," Elizabeth sighed, pulling her husband into a hug. "I've missed you so much."

Will hugged his wife as tightly as he could. "I've spent everyday thinking of you. But now we're free to live our life the way we want to."

They kissed again, but Elizabeth pulled away. "You need to meet someone." She said in explanation to his questioning eyes. "William," she called, "come here."

Will looked over to where his wife was looking as she pulled away from him.

A little boy with a tri-corner hat was running toward his wife.

The boy stuck close to his mother's side. Elizabeth sat down on the sand. The boy was about as tall standing as Elizabeth was sitting. "Will," Elizabeth said catching her husband's attention. "This is your son, William," she told him with one of the biggest smiles he had ever seen on his face. "He's nine years. His birthday was about three months and one week ago.

Will stared in amazement at his son.

I have a son. I'm a father!

Before he really knew what he was doing, Will had his son crushed in a hug. He pulled Elizabeth in as well, kissing each on the crown of their heads multiple times before finally letting them go.

Will was surprised to find tears on in his eyes and on his checks. They were his own tears. They were tears of joy, of happiness, of contentment…

Of Love.

Someone cleared his throat. Will looked back to see his father, now tan and no longer sickly looking as he had been ten years earlier. "I think that maybe we should get this over with." He said holding up the knife he had given to Will years before.

"Yes. Jack told me you explained it to him. Everything is ready back at the cottage." Elizabeth said to Will.

"Then it's time."

Will wrapped his arm around Elizabeth as their son bounded on ahead of them on the path to the cottage. He was fine now that his father had accepting him and his mother so readily.

"He is so much like you, Will." Elizabeth told him. I've been teaching him to swordfight since he was six. He doesn't have a real sword though, just a wooden one. He made one for me too. He's good with his hands, and he loves the ocean. He can be so quiet too.

"It is amazing when we go into town. He just stops talking. He's so shy. He and Jack get on famously. I'm not sure if that's good though. Jack tells him all about you. And, amazingly, it's almost all the truth."

"Almost?"

"Jack won't explain anything about Tortuga to William. I thank him for that."

"Yes, well it's good to know that Jack knows when Tortuga isn't a proper conversation topic. Tell me more about William."

"He makes faces like you do. Mostly when he's confused or really excited. It makes my heart ache." Elizabeth gave a half snort about something. "He likes to sing pirate songs too. A lady in town heard him humming one of them and she reprimanded him for sing it. It was horrible."

"Are you not well liked in town?"

"No, quite the contrary. We have a good reputation. I told them that my husband was bound to serve on a ship for ten years and that this island was too far off route. They asked me why I didn't settle in a port where you came in. I told them that we had seen this place before and loved the peace of it, so we decided to live here. You told me to settle down and you would come to us when your service time was up. If anyone asks, you were the captain of a merchant ship that sailed between England and Boston, and sometimes a few of the cities in the other colonies. Alright?"

"Alright."

"I had been sending letters to a fake address. Jack was picking them up. It was mostly pictures William drew for him."

"I feel like I've missed too much." Will admitted.

"You did not have any choice. I'd rather have you here today and miss the first nine years of our son's life, than have you dead and have no son at all. Don't worry. You have the rest of your life to get to know our son." Elizabeth assured them.

They had cleared the path and were headed to a little wooden cabin straight ahead.

Will and Elizabeth went in the door and stepped into the kitchen. It was rather spacious. There was a chimney and hearth off on the wall right of the door. Water was boiling in a pot there. There were cupboards and a rectangular table in the middle of the room with six chairs.

Will went to look at the rest of his new home as they waited for the other five sailors to catch up. William, now talkative, decided to show Will around.

"This is my room." William told his father as he pulled him into a room off the kitchen. The bed was made and the room was generally picked up. Will noticed two wooden swords sitting on the boy's dresser. "Did you make these?" Will asked his son picking one up.

"Yes, I did. Mother was teaching me to swordfight with branches, so I made wood swords instead. They work better."

"I think I'll have to make a sword for you and your mother and I can teach you to fight with a real one. I was about your age when I started to apprentice at the blacksmith's shop. Maybe a bit older." Will noted the excitement on the boy's face.

Next, William brought Will into another bedroom. "This is your and Mother's room." Will saw a sword he had made for Elizabeth hung on the wall. William apparently noticed Will looking at the sword. "Before I was born, Mother went to your shop in Port Royal and bought some of the swords you made. She took all your things too. She said that she couldn't sell her father's mansion, so she still owns it."

"She has all my things?" Will said surprised. He hadn't thought about what would happen to his possessions while he was at sea.

"Yes." William said opening a drawer to one of the two dressers in the room. It revealed some clothes and a chain with a ring on it. It was his great-grandmother's ring, which he had been given when his mother died.

Before Will could explore what else Elizabeth had salvaged, William was pulling his father back into the kitchen and through another door. The room revealed itself to be a little parlor with two couches and a wall of bookshelves. He noticed a few of the swords he made on the shelves that weren't packed with books.

Through another door was a study. A desk sat in the middle just in front of a large window. There were yet more bookshelves, which were mostly covered with some of the former governor's things and a few books that Will recognized as Elizabeth's favorites.

William and Will went back into the kitchen where the others were waiting for them. The chest that contained Will's heart sat on the table and Elizabeth held the key.

"William, you need to go into your room now. You will be allowed out in a little while, alright?"

"Yes Mother." The boy scurried off to his room leaving the adults in the kitchen.

"I called to Calypso at midnight. It will only be a matter of time." Elizabeth said.

"Then, I think it is time we start." Bootstrap said placing his hand on his son's shoulder.

Elizabeth nodded and unlocked the chest. "It's time you get your heart back Will."