A.N/ don't own anything beside the plot.
Summary Post AWE Au. Three years since the defeat of the East India Trading Company. Captain Will Turner of the Flying Dutchmen is once again dragged into war.
Prologue
How long had it been since I had seen her last. It had been nine months, three weeks, four days, ten hours, twenty five minutes and forty eight seconds since I had seen her last. It was nearing dawn in the mortal world. Here it was just on sunset.
It would take many more months of work to clean up the mess that Jones had left me. Only three of the original crew had passed onto the other side since I had taken over captaincy of the Dutchmen from Jones.
I busied myself with the task at hand and tried in vain as I might to ignore the aching void in my soul and heart even though it was locked away in the chest.I stared out at the dimness of the horizon; I felt a hand on my shoulder.
I turned to face my father and first mate. I forced a smile to tell him that I was fine, which I was far from. Every day was a struggle not to abandon my duties; if I did it would far more destructive than anything I would ever witness.
"I'm sure it easy not easy on her either lad" My father said patting me on the shoulder; I didn't look at him I just continued to stare out at the dimness of the horizon. I walked down on to the main deck and down below to the ship hold in search of a bottle rum.
Author's Note I am continuing on with Port Royal High. also Will is somewhat out of character for this story. Rated M for violence and what not.