Authors Notes: This story is rated M, due to graphic violence. If you have not seen Pirates at the Worlds End, then please do not read any further, as this story contains many spoilers.This story is AU after the credits of Pirates 3, and will be updated every Sunday. I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. Reviews are always appreciated.
Story Summary: Piracy is in danger. Elizabeth with the help of her son, and both old and new friends, will journey into the unknown, for their only hope Poseidon's Tear.
Characters: Just about everyone
Tears to Shed
By: Radishspirit
Prequel
It had been five long years since she had seen her husband. Each morning she would look to the sunrise to dry her tears, from the night before. With a heavy sigh she started the fire and prepared breakfast for her son Will and herself. Life was much more difficult these days. She had no maids, no father and very few friends. There were rumors floating around of a new commander for the East India Trading Company, he was said to be a fierce tyrant. A shiver descended upon her as she remembered her trip back to Port Royal. Its shores were now haunted, and stained with blood. Those who had remained, spared from the noose were hardly sane. She had gone up to the mansion and retrieved some of her father's possessions, as well as a few dresses, and mementos of her youth. She paused by the library where her mother's picture sat upon the wall. Saying a silent prayer she walked out of the mansion and the town, never to return.
"Mommy"!
She turned and faced her son. He was her world, her everything. Each day he grew to look more like his father. The birth had been difficult, the midwife only a year older then Elizabeth had been inexperienced. There had been so much blood, and as she was on the brink of death, her mother had appeared and told her that it wasn't time, that she was to live. And she did, slowly with each day she grew stronger, and after a few weeks the light came back to her eyes.
"Good morning Will, how did you sleep"?
"I dreamed of pirate's mommy, I taught them how to make a rum fire".
Elizabeth laughed; she had told him many stories of her adventures with her friend Jack Sparrow and his father William Turner. But late at night after her son was asleep, dark memories returned to her and the nightmares began. Perhaps it's because she had seen so many die, or maybe it's because she had touched death. Either way Elizabeth Turner the Pirate King was forever altered.
"And did Captain Jack cry over the loss of his rum"?
"Silly mommy pirates don't cry".
As she was preparing to tell him another story this time about crying pirates, a knock was heard upon the door.
"Lizzy…William are you in, please open up".
"Morgan what's wrong, what has happened"?
"It's Cutler Beckett, he's come back from the grave, he's chopping people's heads off. He's so angry and he's looking for you. He says we're all traitors and will die a traitor's death".
Elizabeth frowned; she knew her husband would never allow him out of death's embrace. But obviously he was here on the island. For the first time she cursed her husband for not being here to protect her and his son. Time was running out, and she knew that if they were to survive, it was up to her.