1A:N/ Hullo everyone. This is my first fic for all of you who care, and I myself am quite proud that I have found the courage to post it. -beams- Please enjoy! Also I would be so very, very gracious if you could review, I would appreciate it greatly -nod- Anywho, this is the 2nd time I have posted this story, revised. Wh00t. Maybe now I will add more XD))

Disclaimer: No matter how much I want to own Jack Sparrow, Will Turner and the rest of the PotC cast, I sadly don't. That right goes to Disney and others...of whom I am extremely envious.

WARNING: This fic is rated R for Death and Slash (Which is to come up in later chapters) if anyone is against the above, than you should stop reading this story at this point and click the back button on your browser above. No flames to this story because of said items placed in it will be tolerated. Thank you.

Summery: With one shot of a cannon, Will's life is changed forever. How exactly is he to coupe with the grief that ensues due to these changes? (Warning: death and slash-to-be.)

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One year has gone by since that day. One year changes a lot it seems. Will and Elizabeth had been married, and Elizabeth was expecting. Will had gone from apprentice to owner of the small blacksmith shop and Jack Sparrow had gotten his reputation back, the one that had been lost when he was thrown onto that desert island. But back at the helm of his ship, he was master of the seas once more. No one could stop him, and as learned that fateful day when his life had been scheduled to end; He didn't know the meaning of 'Impossible.' But while a lot had changed in these past four seasons, that doesn't mean there isn't room for little more...

----Chapter One----

The year hadn't altered the young blacksmith's features in many ways. His hair was only a bit longer, and muscles gained from long hours in the forge hadn't been lost in married life. But some things had changed. A new glint rested in his deep brown eyes, and his manner had changed slightly also; He seemed more grown up if you please. While Will hadn't changed much in looks, Elizabeth surely had. Pregnancy had given her skin a glow, and the growing baby had changed the form of her body. But she was still as spirited as ever, always with the glint in her eye, even in her seventh month.

The young couple sat under the trees of the Governor's Mansion, laughing over this and that as they watched the sun set, breathing in the salt tang of the air with content smiles. It seemed the two had traded in fights with pirates and battles over cursed gold for a new adventure: parenthood. But things chosen don't always stay; sometimes you are made to roll the dice. When this happens, you are sometimes left with something very unpleasant. This thought didn't cross the-soon-to-be-parent's minds as they watched the sun drift lazily into the ocean, happy in their slow paced lives...for now at least.

Maybe if the thought had crossed their minds, the turn of events that did happen may have been stopped. Though that seems unlikely indeed, for how could the proper mind set stave off a pirate attack upon the port? To tell truth, the attack wasn't even that major. Had it not been for one cannon shot, than maybe the small attack by the 'Merry Weather' would have meant nothing. But the shot happened, and a spiraling ball of metal landed only a few feet from where the couple huddled in back of the mansion, Elizabeth letting out a scream.

Usually such things wouldn't have fazed her, seeing as she had lived through much worse stress. She had even lived through a similar situation, except the cannon balls were coming MUCH closer to her than this one had.But pregnancy had unbalanced her to the point where even a tiny bit of gunfire might have thrown her off guard; imagine what a cannon ball might do! Also, no matter how you look at it, stress is never a good thing to place upon a pregnant woman, especially someone who has never experienced it before. Such stress may cause deformities of the child, or lead to sickness of the mother. Sometimes horrible stress might even lead to the mother to go into early labor, which is exactly what happened here.

And that is why about five minutes after the last of the pirates had been slain or imprisoned that a new cry was going out to the people of Port Royal: The Governor's Daughter was in labor, ready to have her firstborn about 9 weeks too early.

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Will paced outside the bedroom door; fingernail's gnawed down to bleeding bits. He paused every now and than, staring at the white door where behind his Elizabethlaid. Around him he heard shouts, and running feet, but he didn't feel apart of it. He felt distant, detached from his body as he watched the scene, waiting for someone to call his name to tell him the good news, or bad.

"Please let it not be bad. Please-"

"Master Turner?"

Will turned to face the woman dress in brown, her hands clasped in front of her.

"I've come to tell you that it's a boy."

"A boy?"

"A boy."

The woman nodded her head than bit her lips. "How's Elizabeth?" he asked, clenching and unclenching his hands, as he looked at the woman. "She hasn't stopped bleeding, she should soon though." Will paled, and the sinking feeling of dread hit his stomach. "May I see her?" "Of course." The woman opened the white door that he had been battling with mentally for the last few hours and he stepped into the room taking a deep breath.

Elizabeth was lying on their bed. Her face was pale, her eyes closed. The people rushing around the room moved aside to let a path for him. He hurried to her side. "Elizabeth?" Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up to him. "Will." Her voice was weak, a mere whisper emerging from her throat. Tears sprang to his eyes. "It will be alright." She managedclosing her eyes. "All I need is a little rest..." Will nodded, and someone found a chair for him. He sat and a bundle was passed his way, He looked down at the contents and found the face of his sleeping son. His son. The boy was small, and the breathes he took in were short, and long apart...there was little chance he was to make the night, but if he did than it was assured he would survive. The bundle was taken from his hands once more and he was left to look upon his sleeping wife, nothing left to do but Pray for his family's survival.

Sadly it seemed his prayers fell on deaf ears, and the babe died a few minutes short of his fifth hour of life. The small child was dubbed Jonathon Samuel Turner before he was wrapped in a sheet. The tiny body sent out of the room, watched through tear-blocked eyes of his father. Will turned his attention back to Elizabeth who had awoken again, her condition not improved. 'Please let her live' was all he could think as he watched as more doctors flooded into the room, his wife's breathes become more drawn outHe clasped her hand in his as he watched the life steadily flow from her, feeling detached once more.

With her last few breathes on this earth, Elizabeth told him how much she loved him and how he should learn to love again. Will was able to tell her of his love, but sadly her soul and her body departed ways before he could proclaim she was the only one he could love.

A hysteric Will was lead from the room that held the young woman'sbody after an hour or so, a doctor giving him something to make him fall asleep. His drug ridden dreams replayed the last few moments of Elizabeth's life before him, as he wondered why he couldn't save her.Why had fate been so cruel, to give him love and than wrench it away?

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Will left for Port Royal those long years ago with the death of his mother and his father on his shoulders, it now seemed he was leaving it with death hanging from him once more.With the passing of his son and wife, Will had become withdrawn in his life. Growing thin, and silent.Friends insisted that he get over their deaths, seeing as almost a year and a half had passed since the day they left this earth. But Will could not, and it came to the point where he could no longer stand living there, where so much grief came tomind. With assurances he would come back as soon as he 'found himself' he set off from the small room he had been living in, which he had moved into when he no longer being able to stand the wide lonely halls of the mansion. With him he brought a small satchel containing an extra set of clothes, food and a canteen. In the toes of his boot he stuffed his savings, a trick he had learned to ward off thieves, who may think twice to targeting him if he didn't openly carry a purse.

A trick it seemed he would need in the place he was going, the only place that came to mind when he thought onhow much he needed to lose touch with his senses, to get his mind of something. It also seemed the most likely place to get information from, on what he wasn't sure of...but as long as he was 'finding himself' he might as well try and uncover some things...right?

Surprisingly, it wasn't hard to find a ship heading to where he wanted. But than again... Tortuga was the 'Town of Pleasure'...what sailor wouldn't want to go there?

A:N/ And so I end the first chapter... what do you think? Please review! And if anyone wishes to contact me over email, is mi address. Ta. And I shall see you in the next chapter, if I get enough encouragement to write it that is XD))