Author's Note: I am just taking a break from my other two fics, hoping that by writing this I may become more creative with them.
Sitting alone in the small shack she now called her home, Elizabeth Turner looked out of her small window and out at the one place she longed to be. The light sound of snoring from the room upstairs jostled her out of her daze, he was the only reason she couldn't go. His father would never know, for he only came home every ten years, but the boy would surely tell. Plus, the only way she would not fear the sea she had come to love was on the ship of a man she had come to trust. As she thought of him, the salty wind blew with what she could only describe as his scent and it stung her to her core. Giving up all hopes of ever calling herself pirate again she walked over to her bed and laid down, readying herself for dreams of the sea and all that came with it: freedom, adventure, and him.
Jack Sparrow had been floating around the Caribbean waters in his little dinghy for quite a while now he figured it to be eleven or so years. The night wind blew, chilling him to the core and reminding him that he was getting older and so was the one woman other than the sea that could vex him. Staring at the bottle in his hand cursing himself for not being able to drink it until he knew whether she would or not, true he would only be helping her stay with her husband forever but on the other hand at least he could see her. Repeating his father's words about living forever over and over again, he racked his brain for the meaning. Taking out the charts he had he flipped out his new compass, seeing as how the old one never pointed toward anything but the island he was sure she now lived on, he found his heading and turned his dinghy toward Shipwreck Cove. Maybe after all his years, he finally needed his father's advice, but only when it came to her.
William Turner, was sitting in his cabin with a gut-wrenching feeling that could only be fear, fear for his wife, but not of danger of her own choices. When he saw her last year, he had hoped that the son he had given her, named for him and the last person he expected Jack, Billy they called him would cause her to be okay. In all reality he knew that he could never make her truly happy again, she needed someone who was there constantly. They were married and therefore she would never leave and he would never let her. When his father and first mate entered he knew it was time to get back to work and stop thinking about his wife. Stepping out onto the deck he felt the salty breeze cut through and make the hole in his chest to feel again.
Teague had been sitting in his room wondering when his words would finally get through to his thick-skulled son. Playing his guitar he wondered if Jacky knew about the boy, or if he had even admitted to himself that the now pirate king did more than vex him. Teague could see it in his son's eyes when he spoke of her or was around her, Jack had fallen for the young woman. He also knew his boy loved her, for only love would allow a man to let a woman go without a fight. As the winds shifted he could feel the chilling breeze and knew his son was on his way, he finally wanted his father's advice, but unfortunately pain had pushed him here. Finally the old man spoke his words aloud, " The wind is pain, pain that carries a man to greatness."
