The room was dark and a small bag lay upon the bed, becoming ever fuller as Will Turner packed away his few belongings. He scooped up the bag, sliding it over his shoulder and headed towards the door. Being no more then ten years old, he had just returned from his mother's funeral and only had one plan; to go in search of his long-lost father.
Opening the door, he headed out across the town to the sea port. The port was decent size and there was two ships in it right then. Will's brown eyes grew huge as he observed the larger of the two. He ventured closer and read the name, Interceptor. "That's the Navy's ship." Will thought to himself. He had never seen one of the Navy's ships, but had heard just as much about them, as any other story from the great ocean.
Will continued to watch the Interceptor, moving forward a little as people started passing him. He finally found himself next to the ramp which lead to the deck of the ship. As he took a step towards it, he was knocked forward by somebody bumping into his back.
He stood up straight, reclaiming his balance as his shirt was grabbed at the back of neck. "Where do you think you're going?" Growled a young man's voice from behind him. Will turned around slowly, seeing a man of about twenty, dressed in blue. "Shall I repeat myself?" The man said, as Will stared at him, speechless. An older man approached from behind the one, escorting a little girl in a long, beautiful dress and brown curls upon her head. Will gazed at her for a moment before the young man grabbed his shirt again, getting his attention once more.
What's going on here?" Asked the man with the girl.
"This boy was trying to sneak on the ship, Governor Swann." The young man replied.
"Go ahead and get on board, Lieutenant Norrington. I shall talk to him." Governor Swann answered, looking down upon Will with curiosity.
"Yes, sir." Norrington replied, stepping towards the ramp. Will watched him as he traveled up with a few other men, looking quite disappointed.
"Well my lad, what are you up too, venturing this close to a Royal ship?" Governor Swann asked as Will snapped his head back around, looking up at the man.
"I…I…Uhm…" Will stuttered, not sure rather to tell about his decision or not.
"You can tell me. I wont do anything to you." Swann replied quietly. Will glanced over at the girl, who was staring at him with interest, and then he looked back up at the Governor. "Elizabeth, go aboard. I will be right up." The man said, looking down at the girl.
"Yes father." She nodded. She looked back at Will, hesitating before walking up the ramp.
"Now, what are you doing down here?" Governor Swann asked gently.
"I'm…trying to find my father." Will finally answered, hesitantly.
"Your father, eh?" He asked, "What is his name?"
"His name is William Turner, he's a merchant sailor."
"A merchant sailor…uhm…I've never heard of his name, but that ship over there is a merchant ship. Maybe, that will help." Governor Swann answered, trying to sound helpful.
"Thank you, sir." Will said, backing away slightly.
"You're welcome." Swann nodded, "Good luck." He added as Will turned around and started for the other ship.
As Will walked up to the merchant ship, he looked back towards the Interceptor. Governor Swann was now aboard the ship and Will had nothing to do, but to continue forward. He turned back, approaching the ship, cautiously as one of the sailors walked down the ramp. "Uh, hello." He spoke up, walking up to the man.
"Hello there, lad." Replied the sailor, "What brings you about the port?"
"I'm looking for somebody." Will answered, becoming uneasy and looking down upon his feet. "What am I to do if I don't find my father?" He said to himself, before glancing back up towards the man's face.
"Who ye looking for?" The man asked, curiously.
"My fa…father." Stuttered Will slightly.
"What be his name?"
"William Turner," Will answered, "He's a merchant sailor." He added quietly.
"Is that so? I have not heard of him, yet maybe my captain has, or we could find him else where. Care to join us on our trip, lad?"
"Yes." replied Will right away.
"What be your name?" Asked the merchant.
"Will Turner."
"Well, Will. My name's John. Welcome to the Purveyor." The man said, slapping Will on his shoulder, slightly. "Now let us get aboard before the captain makes me walk the plank." John added with a deep laugh.
The man headed up the ramp towards the ship's deck. Will started up behind him. As he reached the deck, he pulled out the medallion his father had sent him. He held it in his hand firmly then held it up in front of his face, carefully, before slipping it around his neck, saying to himself, "Token of my father who I can now find."