Hi all, I just want to let everyone know this is my first FanFic so please DON'T be easy on me. I would love to know what you like and don't like. However, please don't completely trash my story. It has taken a lot of courage to finally post it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean

Lightning flashed turning the darkest of nights in to a blinding torment. Rain pelted the side of the ship and the echoes of men's voices rang out over the Atlantic. A boom of thunder threatened to rip apart the ship right there in the water. But above all, the pained sound of a woman screaming could be heard above all else. Frantic crew members ran about the ship trying to secure cannons, and hold on to the ropes of ripped sails. The Captain, un-know to most, tried to keep the ship from capsizing from under him. Hands frozen from the rain and wind, he ached and wanted to give up hope. Suddenly another shrill scream from the woman a deck below shook him back to reality. He must keep going for her. She needed him to keep going, she needed him to get to Tortuga before it was too late, but it was too late. A crash of thunder drowned out her scream, The Captain's hands tightened as he prepared for a rolling wave, prayed that they didn't flip. Lighting lit up the sky only to have the world plunged back into darkness. He worried, he knew they shouldn't be here, he knew they shouldn't have left The Cove, but it was for the best. Yes, that was what he was telling himself, this was for the best. But it was there, in the darkest moment of the night he saw the smallest of lights there off in the distance. Tortuga. A place stuck between sanctuary and Hell. Tonight, on this night in particular, was a night of sanctuary. His hope lifted at this light, but his moment of hope was shattered by another sickening scream.

And all at once everything changed. As the scream rang out, the men and women of Tortuga turned, just a whisper in the howling wind, but something strong enough to catch their attention. And as the scream rang out, lightning went off, and the towns people, all they saw was a ship moving closer, only the craziest and most desperate people sailed in a typhoon, so which was it? And as the scream rang out, thunder shook the ground, rattled windows, and splintered the ships masts. And as the scream rang out, the rain stopped. And as the scream rang out, a baby was born.

In the dead silence The Captain listened, listened for a sound, listened for a cry, listened for the breathing of the woman below, he listened for anything. Nothing could be hear, not even the slap of water against the side of the ship. It was in that moment that the captain had realized he had lost everything.

He had lost the woman he was trying to give the world to. He lost the one person that kept him grounded. The one person that didn't see his flaws, didn't see the anger, and hate he possessed in his heart. He lost the woman that gave him herself. She gave him her heart and now none of them had it anymore. No, now her heart and soul now belonged to Davy Jones. He lost the woman that had given him a reason to live, a reason to love. And above all he lost the child that was his new world. He lost the child that was a perfect balance between him and her. He lost the child that he was going to love unconditionally. He lost the child that was going to fill this ship with the sounds of laughter. He lost everything.

He took a hesitant step away from the helm and looked out at the sea. He turned and there stood his first mate. A tiny bundle of rags and cloths, anything that could be spared for the child was held in his arms. The Captain, not knowing what to do, just shook his head, but his first mate just came closer and held the bundle. With shaky hands he pick the ragged baby up out of the other mans arms, and when he looked down nothing could stop him from releasing his choked sobs and sinking to his knees.

There in his arms lay a tiny baby boy. The Captains big brown eyes a mirror image to his own. The baby's chest rose and fell in shallow breaths and his lips and cheeks a light blush of pink. Dark brown hair matched the boys mothers, something that would be a constant reminder for years to come. Tiny hands lay clenched and The Captain ran a single finger over the tiny fist.

From his kneeling position The Captain looked up with hopeful eyes to his first mate but his expression confirmed what The Captain already knew. He had lost the love of his life.

Standing carefully, he moved down the deck to his cabin while the other man took over pulling the ship into dock. The Captain walked numbly through his cabin door and the sight he saw took his breath away.

There in his bed was his love. She lay with her hands by her side and her eyes closed, her stomach still round from the baby. He would have believed that she was merely sleeping, but the absence of her rising chest told him that was a lie. Balancing the boy in his is left arm, the knuckles of his right hand brushed across her cheek. His thumb brushed away a lingering tear, while his cheeks were covered in fresh ones. Her skin was still warm, another harsh trick that was to make The Captain believe that she was going to wake up, smiling and cooing over their new baby boy. But one of that was ever going to happen. He would never get to see her hold their baby. He would never get to listen to the sweet sound of her voice as she sung to the baby. He trembled at the thought that his son would never know his mother. His son would never know of the unconditional love she held for him already.

But above all he cried because he should have been there. He should have been a man, no, a father and he should have stepped away from the damn helm of the ship to be by her side. But instead he hid and left his love. He should have been by her side. He slunk down and held the baby tighter to his chest muttering apologies to no one. He sat on the edge of the bed and cried for what seemed like days.

He left the cabin hours later, eyes bloodshot and a sleeping baby in his arms. He walked into the sunlight, but today it didn't seem as bright, nothing seemed bright anymore. He walked down the gang plank and into the hustle and bustle of Tortuga. There no one seemed to notice the way his world had fallen apart. Everyone was oblivious to the events that have just occurred.

And it was on that day that Tortuga turned from sanctuary to his personal Hell.

I didn't write a whole lot at the beginning because I wanted you to get straight to the story ... So? What did you thing? Please don't hesitate to comment or PM me!

More to come!

Love Chloe