When the past comes knocking

Disclaimer: Disney owns POTC and its characters. I own any new characters.

Chapter One

A tall yet older Elizabeth Swann stood in the kitchen of her home although she no longer went by Swann she had always perferred it. She bent over the counter a bowl and spoon in hand as she began mixing various ingredients together. She knew it wouldn't be long until her two children came home starving and excited and usually filled with stories from their day.

Her children, Gabriella who was sixteen and son Jack who was eight were very bright children and found learning and all the endless balls rather easy, so it seemed. Yet she had the sneaky feeling that every day Gabriella instead of attending the rather exclusive school paid for curtosy of Governor Swann, would go to the beach where she would spend her day gazing at the wonders the sea held for her. Then every evening would return home her hair soaked and smelling of the salty ocean. Elizabeth however had no way to prove it without spying on her daughter, but like her her daughter would most likely run away to the sea at the first chance she got. Her children were all Elizabeth had left.

Will had disappeared one day shortly after Jack's birth 8 years ago, he had merely told her he was going out to sea for a while for he had something important to do. Every day she used to sit by the window and silently pray that one day she would see white sails on the horizon and Will returning to her once more. Two years later most presumed that the young Mr. Turner was dead and never returning, this of course caused countless suitors to arrive, though she stayed true to her word and refused each and every one she received.

Until that fateful day happened which made her accept one of the many proposals. Young Jack was playing in the small living room of the house, someone had knocked at the door. Elizabeth opened it to find a tall and handsome in his own way, she opened the door awide and allowed him in. He greeted Elizabeth with a small kiss on her cheek, an unmeaningful yet poliet gesture. However young Jack was watching and upon seeing that he ran eagerly toward Norrington and leaped into his arms embracing him tightly.

"Daddy" he cried. Norrington looked uneasy and very strange with the young child in his arms. His new navy uniform stood out that day and she couldnt help but notice the small yet caring look that Norrington had given young Jack. She didn't have the heart to correct her young child, Will his father was as most presumed dead what was the harm.

She nodded towards Norrington making brief eye contact with him.

"Easy there Jack, you dont want to hurt James now do you?" she asked playfully.

Naturally he shook his head and with the help of his mother got off the suprised admiral.

"James is in need of some rest at the moment but I'm sure he'll visit you later" she told her son, before quickly glancing toward Norrington hoping for some sort of promise. He smiled good heartedly and nodded.

After that everything just seemed to happen, Norrington proposed once again shortly after and she reluctantly accepted. Norrington was the best thing her children could have and they were in desperate need of a father and a father they were going to get. She still loved Will terribly but after two years of marriage she was almost certain that he wasnt coming back.

"Mother" a young voice called to her, she placed the bowl on the table before heading into the living room to see what her young son was in need of.

Low and behold there sat Jack at the age of nine sitting in one of her many plush chairs emorsed in a book placed carefully on his lap. Upon seeing her he quickly discarded the book at indicated for her to come and sit next to him.

"Honey whats the matter?" she asked sweetly.

"Mommy will you tell me another story?" he asked.

"Ok" she responded. "But remember what i told you about pirates?"

He nodded. "They are vile and selfish creatures who only want to hurt you" he recited almost rehearsed.

"Good and what should you ever do if you see one?" she inquired testing him.

"Ummm... Run and Scream!" he remembered.

"Good now which story would you like to hear this time?"

"The one about the young girl Emma who falls off a cliff only to be rescued by a pirate" he exclaimed eagerly.

Elizabeth nodded, thinking back to the time she had fallen off the cliff it seemed like only yesterday when in fact it had been over a decade ago. She had to change the names of the characters, so it would seem that she was making it up.

Within seconds she was wrapped up once again in the past that she had spent so long trying to forget, once again lost in the memories and thoughts. The same thoughts and memories that plagued her every day taunting her of her past and the fact that she was lying to her self every day. The only thing in the world that actually spoke the truth.