Hello, everyone! I, SilverHades, am back. After a long two-year break, I am making a new fanfiction. This is my re-imagining for Pirates 5. There is a lot that is the same as the movie, however.

So sit back, glue your eyes to your screen and read!

Back then…

A dark, thick fog hung low across the sea. The haze allowed one to only see a couple of yards ahead of them. Slowly, drifting through the treacherous waters of Caribbean, was a small rowboat with a single passenger. Young Henry Turner, child to Elizabeth Swann, the Pirate King and Will Turner, Lord of the Seas and the Captain of the Flying Dutchman, the dreaded ghost ship of the dead.

Henry slowly rowed his boat through the waters, careful not to make a noise, as not to alert the creatures of the deep. There was only one thing he needed from the waters, and it was not death. Despite the late hour, his eyes were bright and full of energy – full of purpose.

Suddenly, Henry stopped rowing. He had reached first destination – now he had to get to the second. He waited for a moment, as the silence enveloped him and the world around him, the water calmly hitting the sides of his small, fragile rowboat.

Slowly, he stood up, and took a deep breath as Henry took hold of a large gunnysack. The rough material made no effort to hide the assortment of rocks inside. A long, twisting length of rope was tied to one side of the sack.

The other end, was tied to Henry's leg.

Before he could even consider what he was going to do, before he could even hold a sliver of a doubt, Henry threw the gunnysack overboard into the water. It seemed to float for a small moment, before sinking with incredible speed due to the amassment of rocks inside. The rope was pulled with it, moving into the water with furious speed.

I'm coming, father. He thought.

Henry stepped onto the boat's edge, his eyes closed in a mass of both fear and anticipation. For a small moment, the water was still, and Henry stood on the side of the boat in complete silence before suddenly being lurched into the water by the rope and the gunnysack.

He descended through the water quickly, the light of the moon disappearing from view as the darkness of the deep swallowed him. The water was cold – colder than he imagined. As he dropped deeper and deeper, his body started to protest. He could feel the water pressure, the damage it was doing slowly. But he refused to fight it – this was the only way. Henry wished that he was right – that his long lost father would find him.

Suddenly, as if answering his call, his feet slammed into something hard, and he fell down onto something. As Henry looked up, all he could do was smile as he saw what he had fallen onto – the wooden deck of a ship. And that ship was now rising up, through the waters of the Caribbean. And there was only one ship which could do that.

This was the Flying Dutchman.

The Dutchman breached through the water suddenly, a powerful surge lifting it above the water as it steadied itself. There was a thunderous splash as the seawater reacted from the sudden ascension. Water flowed down the sides of the dreaded ship and out of its portholes.

Shimmering in the pale white moonlight, the Flying Dutchman looked like a beast. Thick, disgusting algae and seaweed covered every conceivable surface. Ripped and tattered sails moved with the wind, and the bow was carved into that of a fierce toothed beast, pointed in the dark night.

Lying on the deck, Henry sucked in air, filling his lungs to relieve himself from the experience he just witnessed. He stayed like that for a moment, before slowly standing up as he heard footsteps slowly approaching on the cursed ship. Henry turned to the noise, hesitated for a moment, and then called out into the darkness.

"Dad?"

Will Turner, cursed Captain of the Flying Dutchman, became visible in the shadows of the night. He was a shadow of his former self – his skin covered by all kinds of barnacles that clung tightly to his cheek and neck. His hair was rough, and his eyes no longer had the bright, adventurous light they once did so many years ago. "Henry," He finally said in a gravelly, rough voice. "What have you done?"

"I said I'd find you." Henry answered clearly. He stepped closer, desperate to embrace the father he had met only once before in his life. But Will avoided the hug, standing back. "Stay away from me." He said, his tone harsh and cold. "Can't you see I'm cursed to this ship?"

"I don't care." Henry responded. "I've found you – I'll stay with you now." Will shook his head suddenly, as if with desperation. "There is no place for you on the Dutchman – go home to your mother." The noises of grunts, and footsteps were heard on the lower deck. "They know you're here." Will stated, referencing to the cursed crew of the Dutchman, forever bound to the ship.

Will turned, grabbing Henry by the collar and moving him towards the ship's rail. In view was Henry's small rowboat, bobbing in the water beside the dreaded ghost ship. "You must leave now – leave before it's too late."

"No," Henry responded, freeing himself from his father's grasp. "I know a way to free you from this ship, free you from the curse of the Dutchman!" Will looked at his son, emotion clouding his eyes. "Henry – no."

Henry ignored his father, continuing to speak. "I've read about a treasure – a weapon that holds all the power of the sea. The Trident of Poseidon. It can break your curse!" He pulled out a soaking wet drawing of the weapon, showing it to his father. Will looked at the drawing for a moment, before looking deep into Henry's eyes. "Henry, the Trident can never be found…it's not possible. It's simply a tale."

"Like the tales of you and Captain Jack Sparrow?" Henry shot back, pulling a WANTED poster out of his pocket, the infamous pirate visible as a drawing. "He will help me find the Trident!" He added stubbornly.

Will jerked back upon hearing Sparrow's name. It was a taboo to Will – the pirate he had met so long ago had betrayed him many times. "You stay away from Jack – you mustn't go anywhere near him. Leave the sea, and stop acting like a-"

"A pirate?" Henry interrupted. "I won't stop. You're my father." Will sighed, and creaks were heard throughout the ship. The Dutchman was going to return to under the sea. Will pulled out his sword – the sword he made for Norrington so long ago, and sliced the rope connecting Henry's leg and the gunnysack.

"Henry," He started. "I'm sorry. But the curse can never be broken. Leave me to my fate." The Dutchman started to slowly descend, water filling up the lower decks. Will walked forward, taking the amulet hanging around his neck and placing it in Henry's hands. "You must let go. I will be always in your heart. I love you, son."

The Dutchman was now partially submerged in the sea, water now rising through the upper decks. "Father, I'll find you. I won't stop. I want you to come home." Henry said, now being lifted by the waters of the Caribbean while Will stood still on the wooden deck. "I'll save you from the curse!" He repeated, as the Dutchman descended down into the depths of the sea and Will disappeared from sight.

Henry floated in the water next to his rowboat, processing what he just experienced. His father had refused him – denied his request to stay and believed his own curse to be unbreakable. He climbed into his rowboat, laying down and thinking.

I'll save you, father. He thought. Just you wait.