Captain of the Flying Dutchman
My name is William Turner junior. I am the captain of the Flying Dutchman and have been so for the past ten years, ever since we defeated the East Indian Trading Company. Yes it's been ten years. Tomorrow is the day I've been looking forward for all the time, the reason these years have been bearable.
She's waiting for me. The love of my life, my Elizabeth, my wife. Our wedding wasn't as we planned but yet so much more meaningful, wedded in the mist of battle by the very man who'd earlier tried to kill us.
It's the day I've been waiting for. When I step ashore she's there, just as beautiful as ten years ago, and not looking a day older. I'm holding her in my arms. Finally I'm again holding her. A young boy who looks to be around ten comes running towards us and Elizabeth, seeing my confused face, grinning tells me that it's our son, William Turner III. Holding my wife and son I feel a sensation I haven't felt for ten years. The feeling of my heart. My arm wrapped around her waist and with our son running in front we walk towards the small cottage where they'd been living for the past ten years. I've finally come home.