"Do you know the story of Davy Jones and his locker, Will?" The woman with great heartache asked the boy who was her son.

"Isn't that just a sea tale told by pillagers to scare one another into forfeiting their treasures?" Young Will said to his mother, Elizabeth Turner, as they sat on the rocks overlooking the sea below. There was sand between their toes but they did not notice, as there was always sand between the toes of inhabiters of islands.

"No, Will. Davy Jones is-- was-- real. I saw him with my own two eyes. I met him. He was a terrible man. He was a man who had fallen in love with the sea goddess, Calypso, and she had given him the task of guiding souls who had died at sea across the waters to the 'other side.' With this task came a ship called the Flying Dutchman. She had told him that in 10 years they would see eachother again before he had to go back to his work... but on that day she never showed up and his heart became broken--"

"Uncle Gibbs told me that this was all just make believe--"

"--never mind your Uncle Gibbs! Just listen to the story, boy-- You see after Davy Jones' heart broke he ripped it out and put it in a chest and locked it up and buried it on Isla Cruces which was a plagued island. He left and kept the key to the lock in safety around his neck and never turned back. He became corrupt and did not do his job in guiding the souls. He did dark deals and trades on the seas which led to a punishment by mutation into a sea creature like form. He was immortal and powerful but now he was hideous and so was his crew. He was always in search of new members to serve him, destroying ships as he searched for new help."

She stopped and looked down at the rocks below them with the water splashing up against them. The she raised her head to look deeply into the horizon at the sea. Will eyed his mother, wondering why she was suddenly telling him all of this. Before he could think anymore, his mother broke his thoughts by continuing.

"The worst thing I've ever seen in my whole life was the Kraken," she said with much distaste. Will noticed that the flesh of his mother's arms and legs had goosepimples all over it right now, even though it was great sunny weather on the island.

"What is the Kraken?" Will asked nervously, wondering if he really wanted to know.

"A gigantic tentacled beast of the ocean that served Jones whenever he saw fit. He used it to destroy enemies and anyone who plain just got in his way." She sighed and then continued. "But everything's changed now. Have I ever told you about your father?" She said softly.

"Only that he was a good man and you missed him very much and one day he would return..."

She smiled to herself and agreed, "Yes, that was him alright. And I do miss him so dearly."

"... although I don't see how he could return if he is gone..." Will said quietly.

She uttered a small snarl and then said "I've waited a long time to tell you this but I think it is finally time. You are old enough to know that your father was killed by Davy Jones, stabbed in the chest with the sword he crafted with his own hands."

Will gasped in shock, but Elizabeth continued. A tear ran down her cheek. "He was plagued to die! We had to do it."

"Do what?" Will asked nervously.

"We had to let your father stab the heart of Davy Jones so that he could live and replace him! We had no choice!" She said frightfully, sounding like she was trying to convince herself that it was fact, rather than the boy. "Then we cut out his heart and placed it in the chest. It had to be done! My love would have died, I would have not have had you!"

The young child gaped in horror at what his mother had just told him.

"It had to be done! It had to be done!" she shouted at the sea with much emotion. Clouds began to gather in the sky suddenly. What was a seemingly perfect day had changed. The sky was now dark, clouds covering the sun. The sky became gray and washed out. Thunder boomed from somewhere above. The wind came and blew in their faces strongly. Elizabeth's long hair began to swirl all around her head, brushing against Will's face sometimes. "But he will return!" She yelled.

A shiver crawled down Will's back. His mother suddenly took her gaze away from the changing sea and turned to Will to look into his eyes. Her eyes were wide with fright and some other emotion that Will could not seem to put his finger on at the moment. She took his hand in hers in such a strong grip that he felt the blood circulation in his hand cease.

"Mother, why are you telling me all of this now? I don't understand!" He shouted over the thunder and howling wind.

Elizabeth's eyes seemed to glow and Will suddenly felt the urge to run away from the woman who had cared for him his entire life, but he did not and he held it in. He had never seen her look like this. She looked crazy... she looked... it was at this moment that he figured out what he had seen in his eyes before. It was... excitement!

Her eyes flashed and glowed in the dark gray of the sky and the harsh movement of the wind and she let out a laugh. "Why, my son, do you know what today is?" she howled and squeezed his hand tighter.

Will shook his head, almost violently. He was fearing his mother and just wanted to run away. His hand was turning purple. She was digging her nails into his hand and he just wish she'd stop and leave him alone. She was always such a sweet woman. He didn't think she could ever possibly act like this! This seemed like some sort of strange nightmare.

"Today is 10 years from the day you were born, the day in which your father left me to go fulfill his duty on the Flying Dutchman... today is the day that your father will return to spend the day with us before he goes back to his duty for another 10 years!" She screeched over the thunder and storm clouds which were now erupting with rain which showered over them and the sea, soaking them wet. The wind blew against them, making them freeze and shiver.

Will's crazy, excited, soaking mother got to her feet, taking him to his feet with her, as she was still clutching his hand fiercely like a vice. She cackled into the rain and twirled around in it. Will began to feel dizzy from all the twirling. "I feel him!" She shouted at the sky. "I feel him coming. I feel him in my bones. I know he will be here soon." And then she let go of Will's hand and ran off towards the house and then she was gone. The rain against the sand had washed away any footprints she had left and it was almost as if she had never been there at at, that perhaps this was all just his childish imagination acting up on him. He held the hand that Elizabeth had clutched to his view and he saw that color was returning to it slowly, although there were deep nail digging marks in a line along his palm and they were bleeding a bit. He stood alone and soaked for a moment and then decided to follow after his mother and go to the house. He did not know what exactly was going on and he wasn't sure if he was interested to find out.