Author's Note: I don't own anything besides the plot.

Summary: Au. After the death of his mother in Boston. Will goes looking for his father in the Caribbean. Only to find Jack Sparrow a friend of his father. Only to told his father is on his deathbed after being mortally wounded during attempted mutiny.

Author's Note. This story is semi based off Assassins Creed Three.

Chapter 1

Jack was like father figure to me. No more like a brother. He knew what it was like to lose ones parents at such a young age as I had. By the time I reached the age of eight I had lost both my parents within months of each other.

It had been my father's dying wish that I be placed in Jack's care until I was of the age of twenty. Jack whom was fifteen years my senior was more like an older brother to me. Now twelve years on. I had grown into man I thought my parents had wanted me to be.

I was what people considered a bastard child. My mother and father had never married and never could seeing as my mother was full-bloodied Mohawk.

I stood at bow of the Black Pearl watching as my hometown of Boston came into view. I glanced behind me to the door of Jack's cabin. Jack most likely was sleeping off another hang over.

"Whelp" I heard someone groan as the walked up onto the main deck. I chuckled to myself when I caught sight of Jack.

"Jack still after twelve years you call me Whelp" I said smirking on Jack's expense. The amount of times Jack had gotten me almost killed on missions of wealth this was just a little payback.

"Shut up. No will likes a smart." Jack said mid way and stopped and rushed to the railing to wrench up the contents of his stomach. Normally it was only Jack and I whom where the only ones standing after a heavy night on the rum.

"You where saying oh wise, great and infamous Captain Sparrow." I said leaning back against the railing next to him.

"I was saying that we need to discuss the plan," Jack said coming up for air. I shook my head. I was somewhat like Jack and Gibbs in the face I was a heavy drinker.

"Ah yes the plan that involves kidnapping the daughter of Governor of Boston and may I mention it to you once more Jack the granddaughter of the Governor of Port Royal they call 'The Bulldog'." I said something think how in the world Jack Sparrow wasn't dead already.

"Yea as you've so kindly pointed out. May I say fourteen times since we left Tortuga" Jack sneered in mock anger.

"Well if you wished to get yourself hanged whom am I to stop you" I said walking away to towards the hatch that lead below decks. The corridors and hallways to my cabin seemed like the dark corridors of my soul and the darkness that lay within there,

The cabin had once been my father's was now mine. I sat down in the old chair, which creaked in protest as I sat down. I pulled an old warn journal that had belonged to my father before his untimely death twelve years ago.

1755

Tomorrow was my dear son's third birthday. I was a bastard for leaving the way I did. When we had been told I was to be a father I had run like a coward with his tail between ones legs. I do not blame my son whom I don't know the name of hates me for the rest of his life.

I had a wife and sons back in England. My dear god I was truly a bastard. I had a child t a woman that was not my wife. My boys Nathan and Joshua. I pray never find out how much their father was of a monster or bastard I am.

I shut my father's journal. The bastard. He had another family he had abounded like he had me and my mother.

I held my anger and disgust in as much as I could as I walked to the upper deck to find Jack. Once up on deck I scanned the deck looking for any sigh of Jack. No such luck. I walked towards his cabin.

Most of the crew could see what kind of mood I was in and quickly moved out of the way.

I savagely opened the door to Jack's cabin and slammed it such so hard I though it had fallen off its hinges.

"Jack did you know" I growled. Jack who for the most part was searching for something under his desk had banged his head on the desk.

"Know what Dear William" Jack replied appearing from under his desk rubbing the tender spot on his skull where he had wacked it rather hard on the underside of the desk.

"That my father had another family in England. And the fact I have two older half brothers is there anything else I don't know about" I asked as calmly as I could. The look on Jack's face said it all.

"Will. It is true that you have older half brothers and a younger sister. Bill went back to her. When she found out about you she was furious and kicked him out. Your brothers Nathan and Joshua don't know as far as I know that you exist." Jack explained what my father should have told me so many years before.

"Younger sister what are on about" I asked, Jack sighed and dug around in one of the draws in his desk for a bottle of rum

"She was born about six months after he for the last time." Jack said handing me the bottle of rum.

Boston Docks

Elizabeth Swann stood beside her father waiting for the arrival of her childhood friend Kelly Fitzpatrick. Kelly's grandfather Lord Walter James Fitzpatrick was an old friend of both Elizabeth's father and grandfather

The ship they where traveling on. The St Esmeralda was on her first maiden voyage from Portsmouth to Boston. The man her father held in high regard. Captain James Norringtion stood beside them awaiting the St Esmeralda to dock in the port of Boston.

Elizabeth glanced over at her older brother who stood in Navel Uniform. Alexander Weatherby Swan stood tall in uniform. Her younger brothers Thomas and Benjamin stood beside them. Her younger sister and mother where accompanying Kelly, Kelly's two older brothers, grandfather and grandmother.

A ship caught her attention it wasn't the St Esmeralda. It was all black except for the sails which where white and it sailed the British flag atop its mast. It had just docked. A young man caught her attention. He was in his early twenties.

Even from a distance. Elizabeth could tell he was handsome. He wore black boots, breeches; his shirt was red and covered by a leather vest. A large black overcoat covered him in the harsh early December morning.

His tricorn hat covered his long dark hair, which was tied back like most of the male population of Boston in a ponytail.

"Elizabeth" Her father's voice broke her from her daydream. The St Esmeralda was entering the bay of Boston. Her sails where crisp white. It was a truly beautiful ship. Like most passenger ships these days she carried cannons to protect her self against attacks from pirates and the like.

Elizabeth found herself drawn to the man she had seen earlier. He was speaking with a man just about an inch or two shorter then him. She studied his appearance. He was truly handsome then most men she had seen.

A tattoo on the back of neck was peaking out from under his overcoat and shirt. It was hard to tell what sort of tattoo it was. His shoulders where broad and somewhat thickly muscled.

He was thin but lean and muscular in appearance anyway. Her brothers where deep in conversation as the cargo was being unloaded from the St Esmeralda.

"Lizzie" A familiar voice caught her attention. Elizabeth turned back to see her oldest and best friend Kelly Fitzpatrick rushing down the gangway onto the docks.

"Woman always emotional. It is us men that have more brains. Now Little brother may I remind you never to get involved with the likes of women." Nathan, Kelly's older brother quipped to his younger brother Joshua or Josh

"My dear son it is us woman who have more rational though then you men" Rebecca Kelly's mother replied biting back at her oldest son.

"Now if you where a gentleman that I raised both you and Joshua to be. Go and help Alexander, Thomas and Benjamin collect our luggage" Rebecca ordered her only two sons. It had been many years since her husband well ex husband Bill Turner had left.

He had been unfaithful to her by having a child with another woman. Nathan had been eight and Joshua was four when their father had left for good.

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