Title: With a Son's Love

Rating: K+

Warnings: Spoilers from Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End.

Summary: It has been twenty years since Will Turner began his duty on the Flying Dutchman. His son, William Turner III, is losing the love of his life, watching his mother deteriorate, and his sister grow up without her father's love. William is desperate to make everything right. But how far will he go to achieve that?

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Author's Note: I know that it has been confirmed by the writers (lovely men that are) that Will was free after ten years because Elizabeth was faithful to him. However, before I heard that, I came up with this story idea. So, I will pretend for a moment that he, unfortunately, was not freed. Enjoy the story.

William Turner III stepped out of a cool, tall, brick house in the town of Port May in the Caribbean. He breathed a heavy sigh and wiped the tears from his eyes. It was a beautiful summer day outside but it did little to brighten his mood. His childhood friend and fiancée, Estella Monte, was deathly ill. The doctors were trying everything they could but they had no idea what was wrong with her.

It all began a little over a month ago. The two had been celebrating their engagement on the beach. William had made the two of them a picnic. Estella had been overjoyed by the surprise. He could still remember the delight in her striking green eyes. However, as she was nearing the end of her dessert, she fell ill. William rushed her home where her mother and aunt attended to her. They believed that it was only a little bug that would pass in a few days time.

Unfortunately, it had been a month and Estella had only grown worse. She was deathly thin and her skin moonlight pale. Her once gorgeous auburn locks had lost their luster. She could barely talk without having a violent coughing fit.

William slowly made his way down to the beach, allowing the sea breeze to take him. As he made his way towards the surf, he noticed a familiar figure further down the beach. He sighed again, spotting a small black trunk at her feet. He made his way over to her, trying not to disturb her.

"Hello, mother," William said softly.

Elizabeth Turner tore her eyes away from the horizon to look at her son. She smiled softly at him as the two of them sat down on the sand together.

"How's Estella, dear?" she asked even though she already knew the answer. She could see it in his eyes. Eyes like his father. They always gave their emotions away.

"Not well at all," William replied, drawing a deep breath of ocean air. "I'm afraid…." He broke off, not sure he could finish the sentence without breaking down.

His mother simply nodded knowingly. "I know, dear. I know."

A silence fell over mother and son. William dug his feet into the sand as his mother dutifully watched the horizon. Her hand rested on the black trunk at her side, feeling the heartbeat inside.

"Little over a day, love," Elizabeth muttered. William knew she was talking to the heart and to the sea. He could see the longing his mother's eyes. It had been another long ten years for her. Nine months after her husband's departure, she was gifted with her second child, Jamison Turner. This time around, however, she had her son by her side. It was still difficult though, seeing so much of her husband in her children. And now the time came again for their one day together. One bright day after the darkness of ten years.

"Jamie should be home soon," Elizabeth replied after a while. "I should go and prepare her lunch."

William nodded, turning his own eyes to the horizon. As his mother started to pick up the chest, he stopped her with his hand. "I'll get it, mother. Go on."

She nodded, smiling down at him. She put a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Everything will be okay, William. You must have faith in that." She then ruffled his hair like she used to when he was young before heading home.

Once she was out of earshot, William let out a choked sob. He knew his mother only wanted to comfort him but he did not have faith in Estella getting better. Everyday he saw the pain in his mother's eyes because she was apart from the one she loved. But she was one of the lucky ones. She could see him again. She had one precious day promised to her. If Estella died, he would have to live without her forever. He could not even bare the thought.

He thought back to the days when everything was a game. Together they would play pirates on the beach and on the bluff overlooking the horizon. When he learned of his father, she was the first to know. He even showed her the chest that contained his father's heart. It was then that he received his first kiss. When they came of age, they abandoned their play swords and row boats for dresses and suits and curtsies and bows. For her sixteenth birthday, they confessed their love for one another despite their station differences. They were rarely seen apart since. Until she fell sick, that is.

He slowly stood up and waded into the surf. He always felt incredibly comfortable and at ease in the ocean. He also felt a rush of anticipation. His mother said it was because pirate was in his blood. After all, he was the product of the Captain of the Flying Dutchman and the Pirate King of the Brethren Court. He had even sailed on the Black Pearl for over a month a few years back. The infamous Captain Jack Sparrow showed up on their doorstep one day, taking it upon himself to give 'the whelp's son' an adventure. He took him to World's End to see his father at work. William was immediately in love with the sea life his father lived. He stayed on the sea for years on end while helping those who had died at sea. And while he could tell that his father liked helping the lost as well, he could also see the pain in his eyes.

Once he was waist deep in the ocean, he turned to look back at the trunk on the beach that carried his father's beating heart. Maybe, just maybe, he could make everything right. His father would be coming home tomorrow at sunset. His mother could barely live without him. He himself had learned the ins and outs of running a ship. But what of Estella? If she died, there would be nothing left for him here. However, he could not just leave her here to her fate, whatever it may be. Then again, this could be his only chance. But would it work?

"Calypso?" he whispered, walking further out into the ocean. Nothing happened. "Calypso?" he called louder. She was the ocean, she must have heard him. "CALYPSO!" he cried into the air.

For a moment, everything became still. Then, suddenly, he was pulled down into the ocean as water thrashed about. William flailed his arms around, trying to break the surface. He needed air. His lungs were about to burst. Just as he dared to take a breath of ocean water and end his suffering, he was tossed back to the beach beside the chest.

He coughed and sputtered, trying to catch his breath. He breathed in slowly and deeply as he opened his eyes. However, this only caused him to lose his breath again. Before him, in all her godly glory, stood Calypso. A beautiful body of clear blue water stood five feet away from him. She was clothed by seaweed and seashells. Her long hair billowed in the wind as though it was not made of water.

"Do not make de impression dat I can be summoned so easily by a mortal," she said, staring down at William. But then her harsh eyes softened. She took a step forward, her eyes showing what could only be lust. "Dat be ye, William Turner III?"

William slowly got to his feet, breathing deeply. "How did you know?"

Calypso glared down at him. Her features changed instantly; her hair whipped around her, her eyes held fury, and she seemed to swell. "Ye call for me. I stand before ye as a sea goddess. But ye doubt me power?!"

William bowed, fearing she would kill him right there. "Forgive me, Calypso. I am only here to serve you."

He chanced a glance at her only to find that she had returned to normal. "Tell Calypso what ye seek."

William nodded, taking another step toward her. "I am the son of William Turner, Captain of the Flying Dutchman, and Elizabeth Swann Turner, Pirate King of the Brethren Court that set you free. My father and mother are deeply in love. They have been for many years. It pains me to see the two away from each other for so long."

Calypso nodded, understanding. "Ye want to fix dat pain, William Turner."

"I do," he replied, walking even closer. "But can it be done, Calypso?" He took a chance at continuing. "I know that you are fond of my father. He has served you well for the past twenty years. And, if you please, I know that you know what it is like to be in love. You know what it is like to be away from that person for so long. Please help me to give my parents the best gift I can."

Calypso examined William for some time. She sighed, reaching her hand out to touch his face. "Ye have dat same touch of destiny as ye father. But are ye willing to give yeself up for dem?" She looked deep into his eyes, searching for something. "Ye be in love too."

William nodded, surprised at how her watery hand felt human. "I am, but she is dying, Calypso. I can not live here without her." He breathed deeply again. "I just want my parent to have their chance. They deserve it. My mother is aging. She does not have many more ten year reunions left in her."

"But ye are dere child," Calypso said, smiling. "It could kill dem."

"No," William said, determined. "They'll have each other."

Calypso nodded. She stepped back, spreading out her arms. "Wit' love, it can be done. But not undone. Tink wisely, William Turner."

And with that, she sank back into the sea, leaving William to his thoughts.

Well, that's part one. There will be at least two parts left. It depends on how long they are.

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