A/N: I don't own PotC or "My Immortal" by Evanescence. I just love them both. This is slightly AU, because Will and Elizabeth do not have a child. This is my first fanfic, so pretty please with sugar on top don't be too harsh. I haven't decided if our favorite Captain will be a major player in the story yet. But I'm hoping he'll be making an appearance. And don't expect me to update too soon, which I know is terribly annoying but it's only a few more weeks until summer and then I can write all I want hopefully! So without further ado, (and ramblings), Grace's Locket!!

Chapter 1- The Heartlys & A Locket

Grace Heartly was sitting by her window, thinking. She really wanted to leave her mother's over-the-top mansion. It was completely out of place here in Tortuga. The rest of the honest folk here were happy to live in small homes as long as they could get sturdy locks on all of their doors. Not that there were many of them, you know, honest people. But when her husband had been stationed in Tortuga to do, well, whatever it is that he does, Grace's mother had insisted that everyone must envy her, or something like that. Grace couldn't really care less. In her opinion, Carolina was just the ridiculous woman that owned the house she had the misfortune of living in. Oh, if she had her choice, Grace would've left years ago. But even though Carolina had (somewhat) accepted that she no longer had any control over what Grace did, she was very adamant about keeping her daughter "safely" at home. Grace sighed. So much has changed. Who would've thought that I would still be here? I was ready to leave years ago. But these things are never simpleShe allowed her mind to wander. She pictured the open sea, stretching out for unfathomable miles. And then someone wrapped their extremely toned, tanned arms around her and…well that's where it stopped. Although Grace knew it would drive her mother crazy, she wasn't really looking for love. Besides, if she ended up where she wanted to be, on a pirate ship, she knew that no man would be the beautiful, honest, caring person of her dreams. And since she didn't want to stow away on an EITC ship or a navy ship and risk being discovered and dragged home, Grace had decided long ago that she could do without love. It would be far better to be stuck on a pirate ship with a bunch of drunks than on an "honest" ship with a bunch of straight-laced sailors that would like nothing more than to make some extra money by bringing her home to her overbearing mother.

It was times like these, when Grace was deep in thought, which she would inevitably dwell on the few memories of her real father, Jonathan Heartly. He was a pirate who had "met" Carolina the night before her wedding. They had apparently fallen in love, but Jonathan refused to take her with him, saying she'd be better off with Edward Dalton than with him. So he left, not realizing that he had given Carolina, his "princess," more than just memories. Nine months after the wedding, Carolina gave birth to her first and only child, a daughter, Grace. But this child did not have the brown eyes and dark hair of her mother and Edward. No, she had blue-grey eyes and light brown hair that was streaked with blonde. And she was not petite like her mother either. Grace, now 24, was five foot nine. This was not Grace Marie Dalton. No, it was obvious to Carolina that this girl was a Heartly! So she fed Edward a completely fabricated story about her fair-haired grandmother that married a man with blue eyes. Of course, all of her relatives had brown eyes. And besides, Carolina would recognize those eyes anywhere! That hair! The posture, the height, everything! Grace might as well have been the female version of Jonathan, for Carolina thought that that was the only thing that made them different. The two could have been twins! Jonathan was in good shape for an older man, for he was always out at sea, and his skin was permanently tanned and freckled. Jonathan was definitely her father.

Grace could remember meeting her father for the first time. At first, she was, of course, reluctant to believe him. After all, she had been calling Edward "Father" for the last thirteen years! But as soon as she looked into his blue-grey eyes that were a mirror image of her own, Grace knew. She knew that her mother had been lying to her. When Carolina saw Jonathan, she jumped and squealed, which caused Grace to laugh without restraint for minutes on end because her mother never lost control. But her father was not amused.

"That's funny." Jonathan hissed. "I don't recall reading in any of your letters that we had a daughter." Carolina looked down for a moment before saying, "She's not yours." But Jonathan saw right through that. "Oh no? Well then, do explain why she has MY eyes. And MY hair. Doesn't…oh, what's his name? Hmmm…Edward? Yes, Edward. Doesn't dear darling Edward have brown eyes? And dark hair? That's what you told me, at least, all those years ago. But perhaps you were lying then as well?" Carolina could only whisper. "No," she said softly. "You are right. She is yours. But why are you here? Have you rethought your decision to abandon me here?" At her last question, Carolina's eyes and voice portrayed both her anger and her hope. "No!" Jonathan's defiant answer rang out for all to hear, even though it was just the three of them there. "I came to see you! To make sure I had made the right choice! So yes, maybe I considered bringing you with me. But now? Are you crazy? You've lied to me for thirteen years! Why would I bring you anywhere? You don't love me! And you know what? I don't think you ever did. You just wanted an escape, one last night of freedom before a lifetime of domestic bliss or boredom or whatever it is you call this." He paused, glancing around the large estate. "But guess what? I fell for it. I fell for you. Hard. And now look at me. Look at you! You're trying to use me again, for the same thing! But I've got you there, Carolina, because guess what? I'm not taking you anywhere! Not now, not ever! But I will take Grace!" But when he said this, Carolina's eyes narrowed in hatred. "You wouldn't dare. She wou-doesn't want to go with you anyway." She paused before yelling, "She doesn't even know you!" Jonathan stared daggers at the one that he had loved for so long. The one that helped him retain his sanity while out at sea. The one he had hoped to take with him after today. The one he had hoped that he would never be forced to part with again. But as he continued looking at her, he saw someone else. The one who lied to him. The one who was perfectly happy with how things had worked out. The one who would have been fine if she had never seen him again. The one who never really loved him; who never really cared. Carolina was a selfish, nagging, cold-hearted bitch and he knew it now as he stared into her face. "You are right, you know." Carolina looked smug with victory before he continued. "Grace doesn't know her own father. But then again, it would've helped to know that she existed. But no, let's focus on what I've done wrong shall we? I left you here because I knew that you would be miserable at sea. I had hoped, once upon a time, that I would be able to become captain on a ship, or perhaps build my own ship. That way, you could be safe and comfortable and happy. We could sail forever, just us. The only reason I held onto that foolish dream because I thought-" Jonathan paused, looking weary and defeated and depressed. He sighed before continuing. "I thought that you would be here, waiting for me, ready and eager to leave. I thought you would run into my arms and whisper to me as you did all those years ago. I thought you would love me. And even as I stand here, seeing you for the first time as the horrid, frigid bitch that you are-" Carolina cut him off. "What?! I have never been so insulted-" But Jonathan continued on in the same voice, one that was slow, steady, and full of heartache. "-I still love you. And I wish things could be different. I do not want to forgive you, and yet I know deep down that I already have. Carolina I-" But whatever he had been about to say was lost as Carolina decided that she had heard enough. "Touching, Jonathan. Truly mesmerizing. But you never had my heart. And after today, you can be certain that you never will. I should have you thrown into prison. I should call upon one of the few respectable men in this…place…and have him remove you from the property. But, seeing as I feel so horrible to hear that you felt and thought such…ridiculous things, I will allow you to see yourself out. You can even say goodbye to Grace. But do it quickly and then get out of my sight. I simply will not allow such filth to linger here. That is what the pubs are for. Surely you have a favorite one in which to drink away your days? No? Oh, but of course you do. But you don't need to share that information with me. No…well…I must be going; I am simply tired of the present company. Good day." Jonathan stared after her, tears welling up in his eyes.

Grace snapped back to the present, as suddenly as though someone had shook her. But she soon found the reason for this. Her locket had fallen open as it hit the window sill, and its slow, sad song had begun to play.

I'm so tired of being here.

Suppressed by all of my childish fears.

At this point Grace snapped the locket shut. She didn't feel like dealing with the emotions that the locket and its song always seemed to drag out of her. But even as she looked down on it, she couldn't help but smile. Her father had given it to her before he had said goodbye to her for the first time. She could've thought about that, she supposed. But today, Grace had dwelled on the words her parents had fired back and forth at each other. That day was forever engraved in her memory, and it seemed as though she could still see it, clear as day. Her eyes fell to the locket again. It was certainly very beautiful, at least to her. The locket hung on a long chain that was not silver or gold. The locket itself was gold. It fell right in between her breasts. There was a cameo on the front. It featured a woman, carved in ivory, who stood out against the soft orange backdrop of the cameo. The cameo was surrounded by gold, twisting this way and that way around it. There were eight pearls nestled in the weaving gold. There was nothing inside the locket, just the haunting song that seemed to come from nowhere. Grace could remember the first time she had heard the song. It had scared her, and yet she had also found it strangely comforting. But now, it simply made her heart hurt, even though it had been so long since he had left. Not her father. The man that she loved. She had been there to hold his hand as he recovered from blow after blow to his life. But he had unknowingly grabbed a hold of her heart. He had even kissed her once. Not a fleeting, gentlemanly kiss. A real, true kiss that she mistook as a sign that he felt the same. But when he got the chance to redeem himself and reclaim his life, Grace had found herself alone. She had been nothing more than a mere comfort. And that hurt. She supposed that had something to do with why she could never get that far in her daydreams about her life at sea. Picturing herself with anyone but him was difficult. But imagining him wrapping his arms around her, on a pirate ship, no less, was absolutely absurd. He hated pirates. He had said that they ruined everything. Grace found it ironic that he had become so much like a pirate, considering his feelings towards them. But he was a sore subject, so Grace, unable to sit around idly any longer, got up and paced. She focused on nothing, trying to clear her head. But it didn't work, and she soon found herself gazing out the window again, her mind wandering.

Jonathan Heartly wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve. How he had ended up on this deserted bit of land, he wasn't sure. But he had a sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with Carolina. He had been on his way back to Tortuga for his yearly visit with Grace. He had written to her, telling her to expect him in a month or so. That was three weeks ago. Jonathan had recently acquired a small boat of his own. It was bigger than a dinghy, but much smaller than a normal ship. But a few days ago, a ship flying the colors of the EITC had come by. He had tried to communicate to them that he meant no harm, but they blew his ship up. Jonathan had jumped overboard once their intentions had become clear, swimming to a bit of land in the distance. So that was why he was here. So perhaps the real question is, why was I attacked? I was quite obviously unarmed and unthreatening…It was thoughts like these that led him to believe he had been sought out by these men. So apparently Carolina had found out about his letters to Grace. And had read them. And had acted upon the information she found. But Jonathan found it very unlikely that his daughter had been careless with his letters. No, it was much more likely that Carolina had gone through her things or had even hired someone to follow her whenever she left the house. If that was the case, this spy no doubt saw Grace meet with the young sailor who had agreed to deliver his letters. That would explain how he ended up here, on an island, with no one but his daughter expecting him to be anywhere. Grace would be heartbroken when he didn't show up. But he couldn't see land in any direction, and swimming out in the open water where there were plenty of EITC ships was a death wish. Jonathan was truly trapped.

Bootstrap Bill was tired. Even though Davy Jones was no longer captain and he was not worked nearly as hard as he used to be, a full day at sea fatigued him. He glanced at his son, who was almost finished with his ten years at sea. After that he would remain with his wife, Elizabeth, assuming she had been faithful. Bootstrap didn't know her well enough to say whether or not she remained true to Will. But Will hadn't worried, so Bootstrap didn't dwell on his son's wife. He was extremely worried about something that had taken place very long ago. He had unknowingly run into Tia Dalma, and she had given him something to fret over, to say the least.

"Ah, William Turner, I knew you'd be comin' to me one day." The mystic looked at him, studying him, and smiled softly.

"I-what? I'm not here to…be with you or anything. I just came here by chance and-"

"Nonsense, it has long been fortold! Your son, young William, he has…a touch…of destiny. There are many great paths that lie ahead of him. You must take dis, give it to him."

Tia Dalma held out a locket. There was a cameo on the front, as well as eight pearls. It was exquisite.

"But, why? Certainly this should go to some lady?" Bootstrap furrowed his brows, trying to understand.

"It will, in time. There will also be a time when he has to let go of the one thing that keeps him happy in order to find something that will become his entire life. The woman he has found happiness with will leave him. He will go after her, and he will die. He mustn't chase after her, not after he has heard da song. Da song will show him that he was trapped by her who gave him happiness; da song will set him free. After that, he will need to learn to forsake happiness for life itself. And she will come, the one who will be his entire life, and he will be made whole again, and find bliss, as long as he remains with her. She was made for him and him alone, it is he who gives her purpose. If he refuses her, they will both die. Do not try to hide him or save him from his fate. It was determined long ago. Go now, and lead him straight and true."

He had no idea what she was talking about then, and hardly any more clues now. The one thing he understood, however, was that this Elizabeth brought his son happiness. And he was going to lose her, someway, somehow. Bootstrap had gotten rid of the locket long ago, hoping to prevent his son from any heartache. He had given it to a young lad he met, Jonathan Heartly. He could only hope that the boy had given it to his mother or something and that she had died. Not that Bill really wanted anyone to die, but he felt if it was necessary to keep his son happy, it was a sacrifice well made. And yet he had the strangest feeling, like no matter what his son would find the locket, hear the song, and go after Elizabeth, only to end up dead.

Bootstrap had listened to the entire haunting song once. He could hear it now, in his head, as clearly as if he held the blasted locket in his hand.

I'm so tired of being here.

Suppressed by all my childish fears.

And if you have to leave.

I wish that you would just leave.

'Cause your presence still lingers here.

And it won't leave me alone.

These wounds won't seem to heal

This pain is just too real

There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears

When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears

And I held your hand through all of these years

But you still have all of me

You used to captivate me

By your resonating light

Now I'm bound by the life you left behind

Your face it haunts

My once pleasant dreams

Your voice it chased away

All the sanity in me

These wounds won't seem to heal

This pain is just too real

There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears

When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears

And I held your hand through all of these years

But you still have

All of me

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone

But though you're still with me

I've been alone all along

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears

When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears

And I held your hand through all of these years

But you still have

All of me

Bootstrap mulled over the words of the song. Perhaps it meant that Will would be forever haunted by Elizabeth and her departure. Thinking back to what the mystic said, he decided that if Will could find this…other girl, he would live, and even be happy again. Of course, that was only IF Elizabeth left him and IF Will found the locket and heard its song. There were only a few more hours left before Bill's only son could leave his captaincy of the Flying Dutchman behind and start his life with Elizabeth. Bootstrap could only hope she wouldn't break his son's heart.