A/N: My first Pirates of the Caribbean Fan-fic. Obviously a Will/Elizabeth. Maybe some Jack/AnaMaria later.
Ten years later
Elizabeth Turner followed her son along the cliffs as he sang an old pirate's song. They were waiting. They were waiting for a flash of green that would signal the return of Will Turner. He had been gone for ten years time, a cruel burden in exchange for immortality. Ten years at sea, one day on land. He had stabbed the heart of Davy Jones, as he lay dying on the deck of the Flying Dutchman. He still lived, and Davy Jones was at Calypso's mercy.
He had left her with his heart, in a chest of metal, rather than his own of flesh and blood. But that wasn't all he had left her. In a couple of months, it became clear. Elizabeth was pregnant.
And their son was the one skipping around as Elizabeth looked on. She had waited for ten long years, taking care of her son.
"Mum, look!" shouted Will. She normally called him by his middle name, as it was less confusing. His middle name was James, after the brave Admiral Norrington, who had died saving her life.
She turned her head. The flash of green had shined,just as it had ten years ago, down on that beach. Elizabeth could see in the distance there was a ship. As it came closer, she could see a single figure standing amongst the rigging.
"Will!" She laughed.
Then Elizabeth grabbed her son's hand, and they climbed down the cliffs together so her son could meet his father.
A/N: Yes, I know it was originally Commodore Norrington, but for those of you who don't pay attention, he was promoted. Review, please.