Chapter 1

*Heather's POV*

The thick fog danced upon the ocean waves. Was it only the fog dancing? Or was part of it the ash and cinders that came from the burning husk that was once a ship. I cannot truly begin to explain the even that had brought me here. Too many events, too many hurtful memories, yet so many happy ones as well. I can only begin from that moment, when I sat in a small boat with my little boy Isaac across from me, smoldering ash debris floating all around us, rowing our way to the nearest port.

I suppose calling Isaac a little boy is a bit inaccurate, as he was nearly ten years old at the time. It was a bit hard for me to look at him at that moment, for in his bluish green eyes was a look that no child should have…the look of fear, the look of uncertainty for the future.

Not that I blamed him given our situation. I turned my head, just in time to see the black ship glide its way into the fog bank. I twisted at a ring on my finger. Part of me never wanted to see that ship again. In my heart I wished that the ship would turn around a return to us. But I knew that it would not happen, not after what happened, not with what I said…not now at least, it would not be the last time we would see that ship.

"How long are we going to be adrift ma?" Isaac questioned turning his complete attention to me. Guilt racked me, what mother lets her child suffer for something she did. I was not the only one at fault, but I should have known better.

I looked at the basic supplies that were between us, it was probably enough to get us to a port, "I do not know," I answered him. Deep inside there was a fear that we would never get out of the boat, that we would die out here on the open ocean. "Do not fret," I encouraged running my fingers through his hair, "No matter what happens, I will always be there for you."

The corners of Isaac's mouth turned into a hopeful smile, "Ye promise?

"On my honor," I said crossing my heart. What happened next must have been an act of fate. It was the last thing that I expected to happen to us on the open sea…we were rescued by the royal navy.

"LOOK," cried the voice of a girl, "There are people in the water." I looked out to the direction that the voice was coming from. Cutting its way through the fog was a ship, flying the colors of Great Britain.

"Fetch a hook," I heard a male voice command from aboard the ship, "Haul them aboard!"

Sailors threw ropes to Isaac and I, we grabbed on them and were hauled up unto the vessel. Also hauled aboard was an unconscious boy with dark brown hair. He was soaked to the bone, luckily for him before he passed out he had managed to get himself on a floating piece of driftwood, he must be a survivor from the burning ship.

Once we were on the deck one of the officers handed us blankets. While I helped to wrap the blanket around my son, we must have drifted within sight of the burning ship. A crew member, an older gentleman with dark sideburns muttered, "Mary, mother of god." Officers and sailors alike ran to the rail gazing in a mix of awe and horror at the burning husk of a ship. The older gentleman continued, "Everyone is thinking it, I am just saying it…Pirates."

Isaac looked at me, wondering if we were safe aboard this vessel, I motioned to him to keep quiet. The crew member was right of course, I had seen the ship blown to bits myself. One of the higher ranked officers, a younger man in a crisp blue uniform however dismissed the claim, instead he said that it was the merchant ship's powder magazine. It was the powder magazine, getting blown to smithereens by cannon fire.

A gentleman in a red coat in a long curly brown wig topped with feathered hat followed closely by a girl who only seemed to be a few years older than Isaac, approached us. "Elizabeth," said the man motioning to the unconscious boy, "You will accompany the boy. He is in your charge…take care of him." The girl nodded and went over to attend to the poor boy, leaving Isaac and I alone with the feathered hat man.

"I am Weatherby Swann," said the feathered man introducing himself, "who may you be?"

I glanced over to my son, he closed his blanket closer around himself. I could not let them know who we really were. No, that would have the two of us hanged as soon as we reached port. I thought quickly before answering, we had to change our names…I could only think of one name, I prayed that this worked, "My name is Heather Oliver, and this is my son Isaac."

"Are you both alright?" he asked

"Yes, we are," I said, Isaac remained silent but nodded, knowing well enough to agree and go along with what I said, "Thank you for rescuing us."

"It was my daughter who sounded the alarm," he answered, "Excuse me." He called over to his daughter, "Elizabeth…has he said anything

The girl turned this way, her hands behind her back; in her eyes I caught a glimpse of guilt, "He said his name was Will Turner…that is all I found out."

"Mr. Lee please take Mr. Turner to the cabin." Weatherby told one of the officers, "Ms. Oliver, you and your son can come with me. I will make you a cup of tea." As we were taken to Weatherby's quarters, Isaac managed to walk and remain on the deck. No one seemed to pay him no mind as he wondered over to rail.

*Isaac's POV*

The girl named Elizabeth stood at the rail of the ship. I thought she was just looking out to the open waves, but then I noticed she was holding something in her hands. I stepped closer to the rail, yet the girl did not noticed, too preoccupied with whatever was in her hands. Suddenly she gasped at something she saw somewhere on the waves. I looked out to the sea, curious as to what had startled her.

At first I could see nothing but the fog bank, but then the bank moved a little revealing what was hiding behind it. A dark ship, with black tattered sailed, high above the ship fluttering in the wind was a flag emblazoned with a skull and crossed swords. It was there for maybe a moment before disappearing into the fog once again.

I felt a chill crawl down spine, as if some ghost wind blew past me. Pulling the blanket around my shoulders tighter and approached the rail. Elizabeth was taller than me so I had to lift my head a little to look her in the eye. According to the man with the feather in his hat, this girl was responsible for my Ma's and my own rescue, not to mention she saved that other boy. I owed this girl my life, Ma may not have showed it but I could tell she was unsure if we would make it to a port before our supplies ran out.

I would have to make it up to her somehow. I cleared my throat, in order to get the girl's attention. "Ah, thank ye miss, for saving me and my Ma."

She quickly hid whatever she was holding somewhere on her person, I did not have time to get a look at what it was though, "You are welcome, though any one would have done it given the circumstance," she said, "I am sorry but I did not catch your name."

"Oh," I answered, "My name is Isaac." I did not add the surname Ma gave us, it would take some getting used to before I answered to that name.

"Pleasure to make your acquaintance Isaac," she said giving a slight curtsy, "My name is Elizabeth."

"No need to curtsy to me miss." I explained,

"It is what's proper." She explained, something behind her voice sounded as though she was displeased with the word proper.

"I am sure it is more of a guideline than an actual rule miss," I said.

She smiled at my gesture, "You do not have to call me miss, Isaac. You can call me Elizabeth."

I nodded, "If ye say so miss, Elizabeth,"

"Are you a pirate Isaac?"

"No," I stated quickly, "I am only nine. What gives ye a thought like that?"

"Just a thought." She shrugged sounding a bit disappointed.

"What are you hiding in yer hand?" I questioned catching a glimpse of gold.

She tried to hide it better, "Nothing," she said defensively.

"Looks like gold." I commented.

"It is nothing," she stated looking me dead in the eye. I decided to drop it given the look.

"I am sorry to have upset ye." I apologized.

Elizabeth's eyes softened a bit, "You seem to have come over for more than just thanking me."

I nodded, "Ye saved my life Miss. I would like to repay the favor."

She looked me up and down, "Repay the favor?"

"Yes, I owe ye my life." I explained, "I will protect you to the best of my ability from this day forward."

"I am older than you how are you going to protect me?" she questioned.

"I am stronger then I look," I said confidently, straightening up trying to make myself look taller, "I promise ye I'll protect ye from anything from this day forward," I swore. crossing my heart, bowing a little as I did so.

She paused, thinking it over before deciding, "It seems like you have a deal." She said, curtsying."

A/N: Straight off the bat, I do not own any characters besides my two OCs. All characters and properties belong to Disney. Now that the disclaimer is out of the way. Welcome to the rewritten version of 'These Curses of the Black Pearl'. I decided to restart this story from the beginning because I found that I had written myself into a corner and did not like how I had to continue the story, which would make it difficult to write the sequels. Plus, I noticed I left out some things here and there or made things to simplified or redundant. Over all the story should remain the same but some things will be changed obviously. While not so apparent in this chapter the changes will become clearer later on. For those of you who are new to this story completely don't worry you haven't missed much. One of these changes that may be a bit more apparent at this moment is that I made Isaac younger and I changed the surname that Heather gives them. Since much of this story has already been written at this point (my original incomplete fic was 23 chapters long) I plan on uploading a new chapter every few days or so depending on how fast I can rewrite things. As always, questions, comments, and suggestions are welcome.