Takes Place After Pirates of the Caribbean 3

Summary: Living on an island all your life can be a bit dull, especially when piracy is in your blood. That is the exact idea that prompts James Turner to leave his beloved island and seek a life of on the seven seas.

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An Endless tide

CHAPTER 1: THE DEPATURE

(James's Point of view)

The crimson sun rose over the edge of the shore and I realized how each day repeated. Again and again, the days mimicked each other. Today was not unlike the rest. Llike always, I arose to the bright sun, shinning through my window, Woke up mother and started the chores of the day. I went out to the valley and harvested the inland crops, helped mother with the laundry, then ventured off to the far side of the isle.

I had created my haven there, where I dreamed of the world I would never see. I was trapped on this island; I had been for my whole life. In reality, it was my mother who was truly trapped here. But she did not see it the same way I did, to her this was her home, our home, she said, and nothing in the world could replace it.

At dinner that night, the tension in the air was thick, smothering us both in a frozen silence. I had been dreading it, bringing up what had been on my mind all day. I wanted to leave the island, once and for all. But I was torn between two sides. On one side was the hope of seeing the world, finding my father out at sea and perhaps joining his crew. On the other side, arose the negative I couldn't bear. I would be leaving my mother here, alone on the island until I returned. I was eighteen, just barely a man, and father would, as promised, return to the island in another year. But I couldn't wait that long. The idea of sailing the seven seas, while I was bound to the land, ate at my insides like a cancer. I wanted to be able to share my adventures with my father when he returned.

"Is there something you want to tell me, James?" My mother purposed as I looked up from the table.

"No, Nothing." I stumbled over the words like they were poison.

"I've never seen you this quiet before. There must be something on your mind." She spoke softly.

I couldn't bear lying to her any longer.

"I was thinking the other day, about you and father... about your lives before the island. " I began, quietly.

"How you were pirates." I added.

Mother looked at me, her eyes narrowed. "But I never.."

"You didn't need to tell me about your past for me to know the truth." I said interrupting her mid-debate. "You told me who father really was two years ago. I just assumed you were a pirate too."

Mother was quiet, her eyes wondered from her hand, to the table, but never met my eyes. "That was a long time ago. My life as a pirate ended the night I found out I was pregnant. I couldn't raise a child to be a sea scandal like we were."

I sighed and spoke, "Mother, it's in my blood. Its in my heart to sail the sea, I can't stay here for the rest of my life."

For a moment, I stopped, waiting for her response. When I saw there would be none, I added, "You always knew that, didn't you?"

Finally, she looked up at me and gave me a forced smile.

"Of course I knew this day would eventually come, and now that it has, I wish I'd been more prepared for it."

I reached forward and grasped her small, fragile hand. "I won't be gone forever," I said in a whisper, "I'll come back, I promise."

Moments later, my mother began to cry and with each tear I felt my heart ache. I was slowly breaking her heart and all I could do was stand there and hold her as she cried on my shoulder. We didn't talk anymore about leaving the island after that. But I knew it was fate that I leave, we both knew that. However, the mind's knowledge and awareness would never stop the heart's pain.

The next morning, I decided not to bring up the subject again, in fear of upsetting her more. She hadn't told me as to whether she agreed on my departure but seeing her cry last night was enough of an answer.

As I entered the kitchen, I saw spread out on the floor many tools made from fine metal craftsmanship. Standing in front of them was my mother. Her eyes were watery but she looked as if she were trying her hardest not to shed a tear.

"Your father made these, when he was a blacksmith's apprentice years ago. I thought you'd need them to build yourself a respectable boat." She smiled and extended her arms forward. Immediately, I raced forward and wrapped my arms around her.

"Thank you." I whispered.

This was it, I was going to get away from this place and see the world.

For several weeks after that, I went inland and collected dry wood that I cut, and shaped, building myself a strong but simple boat for my travel.

Mother sat inside that house, netting together a sail from old clothing. Occasionally, she come beside me and watched me build, keeping me company.

It was nearly two months later, when the boat was complete and I, fighting back exhaustion, was more then ready to set sail.

I stood out by the shore, checking the boat for flaws one final time.

My mother came up beside me and placed in the boat jars of preserves.

I smiled and we embraced.

"I promised myself I wouldn't cry." She said laughing as a tear fell down her cheek.

"Here, you'll need these." She said, placing in my palm a bag of gold coins and a compass adding with a laugh, "This one actually works."

"I love you mother," I said smiling as I let her go and jumping into my boat.

The boat rocked violently for a bit as it sailed over the crashing waves. Eventually it calmed, and the shore quickly faded into the distance. Even so far away I could see my mother waving good bye. I waved back and turned toward the sea wondering what I would encounter beyond my island.