This is the story of William Turner the son of Will and Elizabeth.
Hello there! My name is William Turner. I am the son of Will and Elizabeth. My father is apparently the new Davy Jones. One day every 10 years he gets to come ashore and visit me and my mom. I am 8 years old and I absolutely LOVE adventure. Some of my little adventures have gotten me in to some tight spots but Ive always gotten out of them without so much as a scratch. My mother though, she hates it when I go on adventures and get into the little tight spots. she is always trying to scare me with her myths about Barbarossa and captain Jack Sparrow. she is always telling me that one day they might find me and take me aboard their ship and she'll have to come and rescue me. So of course you can imagine she wasn't to happy when I told her I wanted to go to the locker to see dad like she had to rescue Jack. So long story short we had a huge fight that involved lots of cussing and broken dishes. Well after wards we made up and I agreed that it would be suicide to try and find my father. Of course I didn't really mean it and when she went to bed I grabbed a rowboat, some provisions and started rowing out to sea. After about an hour or so of rowing I decided to rest for a bit and I started day dreaming about what would happen when I found my dad. I was so caught up in my daydreams that I failed to see the oncoming storm until it was too late. The storm hit hard and fast. I struggled to stay above the waves as long as I could but I was eventually thrown overboard. As I sunk through the water and I felt my lungs burning and myself losing consciousnesses I realized that I was dying. My last thought before I lost unconsciousness was "maybe I should have listened to my mom."
When I woke the first thing I realized was I wasn't underwater anymore. Instead I was on a ship. I opened my eyes, looked around and realized where I was oh boy. "CRAP!" I shouted. Someone came running over to me and called "Captain Turner! Hes awake!" Wait. Captain Turner? I then heard another set of boots and when they stopped near me I slowly looked up into the eyes of my father. He looked just like my mom described him. Except instead of a soft smile and a twinkle in his eye like mom said he had he had a frown and his eyes looked angry. Another long story short he yelled at me until he left for the wheel to ferry me to the locker. It was when we passed the barrier separating the locker from the land of the living that I realized I would never see my mom and she would never see me again.
This is my first POTC fan fic. Constructive criticism welcome!