Elizabeth Turner, King of the Pirates, walked with anticipation through long grass with her son, a young William Turner III leading the way. She smiled softly when she overheard his childish voice singing an overly familiar song. She made a mental note to scold Jack for teaching it to him. She suspected Gibbs had helped as well. However, she couldn't help but smile. Piracy? Why it was in his blood.

The boy looked back for his mother, as he always did. Elizabeth could see the worry etched across his face and how he fought to hide it. He was just like his father: quiet, caring, diligent and so genuinely kind, especially for a boy his age. She watched him run ahead of her and wondered how she had been given such a gift. She was still lost in thought when the nine year old boy tugged on her arm.

"Come on, mum! We're going to be late! We can't be late, what if they don't see us, why they may just turn around and leave!" Elizabeth smiled and rustled his dark blond hair.

"No, Liam, they won't leave. I promise. We have one entire day with your father and granddad. And not even Calypso can take it away from us." Liam was so excited about this meeting; he'd counted down the days since he was eight. during all the stories Elizabeth had told him, she saw the shimmering awe in his eye. That was his father she was talking about, the hero. The boy didn't even know him and already he adored his father.

"Watch the horizon, Liam. Look for-."

"A Green flash." He finished for her. Elizabeth smiled to herself and tousled his hair again.

Mother and son stood on the beach for less than five silent minutes before a searing green flash met the sunrise and without realizing it, they both gasped and Liam grabbed his mother's skirts. His heart felt like it would beat itself out of his chest soon, just like his father's.

Will Turner looked from the rope of the mast at the small island. He grinned like a drunken man at his father, who was at the wheel.

"I see her, she's on the beach. Elizabeth's waiting for us." Bootstrap shook his head knowingly.

"No, son, she's waiting for you. Go get her." Will smile widened and he dove into the depths of the sea. Ten years, it had been ten years since he had last seen her. Would she be different? Would she look older? He didn't look at all change, he knew. He was neither alive nor dead and because he had no pulse, he grew no older. Would she be bitter, or understanding? He was lost in his thoughts until loud splashing alerted him of another's presence. And moments later, Elizabeth was pressed against him, their lips met in a searing kiss of longing and desperation. He didn't realize how much he'd missed just the simple feel of her body against him until now, when his wife's breasts were flush against his chest.

"I've missed you." He said between kisses. Grinning, Elizabeth pulled away from him and helped him up.

"Come," She said mysteriously, "I have someone to introduce you to." Will stiffened. This was their one day together, one out of ten years and she brought someone else with her?

"Elizabeth, we have just twenty-four hours, sunrise to sunrise." The woman looked back at him and touched his cheek.

"Just trust me." She said and against his will, Will followed her down the beach. She led him just past the boulders when a young boy appeared. He looked clean enough, so he wasn't a pirate. He had on respectable clothes and had an airy of dignity around him, so he certainly wasn't a cabin boy. And yet he looked familiar. . . .

"Hello," Will held out his hand, "Who might you be?" The boy took it and Will was impressed by the firm shake he gave. The boy looked back at Elizabeth and after she nodded, addressed him.

"If it pleases you, sir, I am William Turner." Will felt his mind leave his body. He looked up at Elizabeth in disbelief, only to find she had beaten him to allowing tears to fall. She nodded and smiled.

"Your son, Will. He's nine years old and he's been waiting to meet you for a very long time." Will looked back at the boy, his son, then dropped to his knees and pulled him into a needy, fierce embrace. This was his boy, his boy! And here he thought he should never have children. He'd so many nights dreamed restlessly about poor, dear Elizabeth all alone, holding his silent vigil by herself. And here, all along, she'd had a part of him. She'd given him a son.

"My boy," He said, fighting tears, "You make me proud." Liam held his father with all the strength he had. He didn't want to let go.

"I love you, father." He said surely and Will let him go, only to grasp his shoulders.

"And I love you, William. You are all I've ever wanted." Looking back, Liam beckoned his mother to join them.

"See," Elizabeth said stroking Will's cheek, "I told you that you could trust me." And they kissed gently as Liam turned away with a scoff. Will laughed and slung his arm around his son's shoulder.

"In good time, my boy, in good time." And slowly, the family stood and began to walk the beach, Liam next to his father and Elizabeth holding her lover's hand as if nothing in the world was more precious.

"Father are you a respectable man?" Liam said curiously. Will smiled to himself. He enjoyed that title: father.

"No, dear boy, I'm a pirate." With a glance at Elizabeth they broke into laughter, leaving Liam bewildered and wondering if all adults acted this way together.

"C'mon," Will urged Liam, "You've still got your granddad to meet." And a bright smile lit the boy's face as he ran towards the ship, wondering how he'd gotten a father and a grandfather all in one day.