William tossed and turned, the hammock swinging to and thro. His eyes flinched with great effort as he attempted to open his eyes. His breathing was deep and unsteady.

'The cold had been too much for them to take. He had thought his medallion would have keep them safe, alas not, he saw the paleness in his sisters face, as she slowly closed her eyes. He clung to both, so desperately, tears ran down his face and into the sea below. Their breathing was slow and unstable. Till it-. '

He awoke with a loud scream, escaping his dry mouth.

"Are you ok, love?" Elizabeth urged. "It's only five in the morning." The man sighed with a solemn smile, hugging the woman.

"I'm sure, love, I'm gonna go on deck for a while."

"Sure, I'll be up in a few moments." She replied, kissing his lips softly.

Clambering from the warm clutches, he pulled on his clothes and clambered up on deck. Jack smiled and greeted the fellow pirate, whom smiled and sat on the steps with a sigh.

"Oh, William. A sigh like that, are you alright, me old mate?" The younger fellow nodded in reply. However, he then dropped his head and store into his hands.

"Am I a good man, Captain?"

"Your a pirate, Will."

"That doesn't answer my question, Jack. Am I a good man?"

"To be honest. Yes, a very good man. A man of great kindness and friendship. A man of honour and loyalty. Your the man that'll always be there no matter what. I don't know what me and Miss Elizabeth would do without you, young Turner."

"Thanks..."

"Why'd you ask?"

"Um... I'm gonna go find Elizabeth."

Moments later, she arrived on deck, a smile on her pale lips. Will smiled and waved at the woman, dropped his head and went to sit by the mast. Leaning against it, he closed his eyes, as his imagination took hold.

"I'm worried Jack." Elizabeth sighed, her head leaning on her friends shoulder. Tickling her, Sparrow asked - "Why?"

"Will, he's hiding something."

"I realised that, young miss."

"Well... He must've told you something."

"All he asked was - am I a good man. What's that got to do with it?"

She sighed, as the rain began to pour on deck, and the pirate of her life - Will, stared into the deep distance.

"Move, boy! This ships gonna go ova-board." Barbosa yelled, drowning the boy in a deep accent. However, he did move, grabbing the wheel he store into the pitch, looking for a clearing.

"Are we safe now?" Will shouted out to his fellows.

"Aye, for now, young Will." Gibbs replied.

It was late night, as he stared out to the clear seas. Everyone was on deck, even old Gibbs. All was quiet and misty.

"Will." A voice whispered, breaking the silence.

"Yes?!" He called aloud.

"Over here, William." Still, Will stared into the distance, a shadow appearing on deck.

"Who are you?" He questioned, looking the ghostly figure up and down.

"You really don't recognise me?"

William thought for a moment, smiling weakly.

"It's me..."

"I know." Through the mists, Elizabeth and Jack walked, staring at the smiling pirate. Reaching out a shaking hand, the pirate cried tears. "We cannot touch..."

"Alas, no... But, we've come to tell you something."

"Yes?"

"We are proud of you, my son." His mother told, appearing on deck. She smiled, as did he and both figures - mother and sister of William, disappeared into the cold, misty night.