Author's Note: I saw it Saturday, so bare with me. I own nothing, characters, ships, etc. The only things I own is Sara, the Peris, and any other unknown character here.

Family Bonds

Chapter 1 Accusations, Letters, and Reunions

The two six year olds were pulled apart. This was nothing new to Sara; it was a part of her life. The one she was fighting, a schoolmate named Ben, began the fight; but came out on the losing side. Sara had a punch that could give an adult a bloody nose. Ben's father held the two apart and waited for Sara's mother to arrive. The six year old girl was struggling to get at her opponent.

"Miss Turner," Mr. Peri spoke. "Settle down. You'll be lucky..."

"That will be enough, Mr. Peri," came Elizabeth's voice.

The man looked up and saw the young woman before he released Sara; who rush to her mother's side.

"Ben said daddy's dead," Sara told her mother.

"He is," Ben sneered back.

Tears began to well up in Sara's eyes; which made Ben smile.

"Mr. Peri, I would advice you to keep your son from my daughter."

The man simply nodded. With that, Elizabeth took Sara by the hand and took her back home. Once there at the mansion, Elizabeth led her daughter to her chamber. She pulled out a box from her wardrobe that contained all the letters from the past six years.

"These are all from your father," Elizabeth said.

She handed the box to Sara, who climbed onto her mother's bed and began to look through and read the letters. They dated back to a few months after they parted ways up to a month ago. One letter caught Sara's attention. It was the return letter her father sent when he heard the news of her birth.

"See, you're father's alive."

4 Years Later

Sara walked right past Ben. Dressed in simple brown pants, an off-white shirt, and had a matching vest and boots, Sara had a sword she had taken from the blacksmith on her waist. Ben sneered at her, but it was easily ignored by the other ten year old. It was a few hours after sunrise, and Sara had nothing to do; except wait. Since the day she was shown the letters, Sara bugged her mother every night; and each night it was the same one. Sara unconsciously reached for the necklace her mother had gotten from Singapore. Passing by the candy store, Sara had received a sudden urge for some sweets. Half an hour later, she emerged with her chosen candies. She popped a small piece of peppermint in her mouth as she walked through town. Those who knew her parents, which were few nowadays, could see the resemblance between Sara and her father. Dark brown hair that reached just past her shoulders and had a natural slightly tight curl, brown eyes. If it were not for the gender difference, Sara could have passed off as him.

"You take after your father," Sara remembered her mother telling her.

I won't be surprised if I did, Sara thought when she reached the actual port.

She sat there and watched the action of the ships and those who worked there until the bells chimed midday. Sighing, the ten year old left the port and made her way back home to the mansion.

"Running home to mom," Sara heard.

She was taking the easy way home, which led past the smithy. She looked to the right and saw Ben sitting on the steps.

"No. You were told to keep away from me."

"Like I'm going to listen. I like your sword; can I have it?"

"No."

There's no way. Go get one yourself.

Ben drew his own sword and attacked, Sara had little time to react. Sword drawn, Sara parried with skill that came only when taught. The thing was, she was not taking lessons; the only reason she knew how to fight could be it was inherited. Sara found an opening and took it, but Ben dodged it. The fight lasted no more than five, may be ten, minutes, but Sara had Ben pinned against a wall with her sword tip at Ben's throat.

"Keep it," Ben said.

Sara moved her sword and Ben took off. She had a deep cut on her upper right arm, but other than that, she was fine. Sara returned home and had her cut tended to and changed her shirt before she joined her mother for lunch. Served a lunch of chicken and a side of rice; to wash it down was a glass of water. Sara ate without complaint as guests ambassadors, and the like came and went. It was common, and Sara could not remember a lunch without interruptions. She excused herself after she down her water like rum. The afternoon passed slower than usual for Sara. She practiced in her make-shift sword arena for three hours, the one thing that had aided her in her sword skills. Upon her return home after the practice, Sara was shooed upstairs to wash; with complaints. She changed her clothes afterwards, but it was in a more of a pirate style than one would seen in the port town. Two hours later, Sara sat on the stairs in her clean clothes, and watched the last guest leave before she slid down the railing.

"I wish you wouldn't do that," Elizabeth said.

"Why? No one was here."

Sara gave her mother the smile she had inherited from her father. She kept it as she bounded out the door before Elizabeth. Sara made her way to the meadow cliffs that over looked the west, the sea, and the horizon. Below was their private stretch of beach. While waiting, for what Sara did not know, she practiced in an imaginary battle with imaginary opponents. When the sun was half set, Elizabeth stopped it and silently looked out to the horizon. At the same instant the last silver of sun sat, a green light flashed. In the growing dark, the two females saw a figure of a ship appearing out of no where and approaching the island.

The legends are true, Sara thought.

Off in the distance, Will hung over the railing, hanging onto the rigging. He saw the two figures that made up his family. One began its way down a cliff pass to the beach, followed by the other. Minutes passed before the ship was close enough to launch a longboat. The shorter figure looked like she could not hold in her excitement as the taller merely watched. Will and one other entered the longboat and rowed to the beach. Elizabeth waited until Will fully stepped out of the boat until she flung herself onto him, her own excitement now out. Sara walked into the surf and took in her first looks of her father and his companion. Finally, the two separated and Elizabeth greeted Bootstrap. Will saw Sara and smiled; and Sara saw who she got her smile and half her personality from.

"Sara, meet your father and grandfather," Elizabeth said.

Sara walked up to Will, who went down to be eye level with her.

"Meet your daughter; Sara."

Will put a hand to a cheek right before she suddenly hugged him. Sara pulled back and looked him over. She saw the scar on his chest and traced it with an index finger, taking it it. Every legend that was told at school ran through her mind and those of the Dutchman were bound to be true. Will saw some blood being soaked up where Sara was cut earlier.

"How did that happen," he asked.

Sara looked and saw the blood. Elizabeth and Bill were talking about the past ten years; Sara saw this when she took a cautious look to her mother before answering.

"Ben cut me. He wanted my sword."

The ten year old's hand went to the sword, a sign to her father.

"He's been bugging me for years."

Will stood, took Sara's hand, and headed for the beach.

"How is he bugging you," he asked, sitting down.

"Saying the legends and tales aren't true. And..."

Sara sat down next to Will, unable to saw the words Ben said four years ago. Will waited patiently for his daughter to speak.

"He said, four years ago, that you were dead," Sara finished.

A tear ran down a cheek as she kept her eyes on the surf. She was only ten, and having been told that the tales were not true could cause so much damage. Will knew that these past ten years did not help his daughter when all she had to go on were the tales and stories from others. He put an arm around Sara and held her close.

The legends and tales have been hard on her, the man thought.

Sara wiped her tears away and looked up as her mother and grandfather joined her and Will. Will stood, followed by Sara. She felt some thing connect between her and her father; but could not explain it. When Sara's parents began to leave the beach, Sara began to follow, but Bill held her back.

"You'll have all day with him," Bill said. "Come and show me where you live."

Sara yawned, realizing that it was most likely past her bed time. She looked around and saw her grandfather's hand open. She took it and led him home.

At dawn, Elizabeth and Will arrived at the mansion and found the work already about their duties. A few hours later, Sara bounded down the stairs for breakfast. Dressed in clothes similar to the ones from the day before, Sara padded through the house barefoot. Her parents saw how much she was like Will now that he was here. Breakfast was silent between the Turners as they ate. Sara wanted to know the story from the two men, but did not push it. At midmorning, Sara sat still and patient as her cut was tended to by Bill. She wanted to get out of the house; but it was a needed thing. The second it was done, Sara bounded out the door. Any parent of a ten year old would tell others it was difficult to keep the child still. Elizabeth would tell that having a ten year old that has pirate blood in her veins is beyond difficult. Sara pooped another piece of hard candy in her mouth. It was a sunny day as she walked through the town, being greeted by those who knew her or her family. Her loose hair was caught in the breeze, and Sara brushed it out of her face. Excitement of finally seeing her father was ready to burst out; until she saw Ben and his father at the bakery. No escape routes were seen as the two made their way to her.

"Miss Turner," Mr. Peri said with respect and a hint of sarcasm.

"Mr. Peri," Sara replied flatly.

"I heard that a late ship arrived last night. It sure could not be the Dutchman," the older Peri said with a smile and a hint of sarcasm.

"How would I know. I'm not Port Master."

Sara began to walk past when Mr. Peri grabbed her upper left arm and turned her to face him and like wise.

"Don't pull that tone with me. I don't let my son get away with it," he said.

"He gets away with everything else."

Peri raised a hand to slap Sara, but it was stopped by being grabbed. He turned his attention to the owner, which gave Sara the opportunity to release herself. She dashed to put the other man between her and Peri.

"Who are you to stop me," Mr. Peri asked, angrily.

"Will Turner," he said.

Sara gave Ben a "I told you so" smile. Peri looked Will over and looked at Sara, now seeing the similarities; though the difference in gender. Will released Peri's hand and the other man gave a huff and left.

"Told you he wasn't dead," Sara said.

Ben could not retort and simply followed his father. Sara smiled and hugged her father at the waist.

"Come with me," he said. "I want to show you something."

Sara took her father's hand and kept up with him.