I do not own Jack, Liz, Will and all your others. Nor did I ever meet disney so you should know.

I have however met Depp...but that is besides the point.

INFORMATION: This is set after AWE. It will have Sparrabeth later on in the story.

William has become corrupt and ignores any thought of Elizabeth.

Elizabeth has been raising their son back in Port Royal.

Yes, some how she got off that Island at the end that they failed to mention the name of.

Prologue

It was only two years since my mother and I had returned to Port Royal. I had taken after my father and become a blacksmith. You probably know who I am by now. Yes, I am...

"Toren Lavarre Turner! Whatever are you doing in bed at this hour?" Came a rather demanding voice from the opposite side of the large, white door. It was Elizabeth Turner's voice.

"Coming mother!" The young, brown-haired boy called back, hastily pulling his trousers on and rushing to the door. He turned the handle and pulled the door open. There stood Elizabeth. Her blonde hair pulled up into a tight but fancy bun, wearing a large, creamish gown with beads and silver embroidery upon it. Elizabeth gasped as her eyes widened, then shrieked,

"Toren! Your shirt!" Her voice sounded more irritated than before. Toren gasped and hurried over to the dresser, grabbing a wrinkly, faded shirt and putting it on. He then scrambled back to Elizabeth.

"Sorry mother." He said politely, slightly out of breath. Elizabeth sighed, shaking her head with pure pity. She mumbled a few words to herself, which caused Toren to frown and gaze down at his feet.

"Toren..."

"Yes, mother?"

"Toren, I...I think it's time you start thinking about your future,"

Toren looked away as if to disagree with her proposal. But, nothing stopped Elizabeth from continuing.

"There are many young girls that would be perfect for you."

"But mother, the girls in Port Royal are all so...so common! I want a unique, adventurous girl, I want..."

Toren began to lean against the wall, a dreamy expression plastered on his face. Elizabeth looked away as she sighed, "You want a pirate."

Toren smiled slightly but the moment he did so, Elizabeth slapped him lightly across the face and began speaking once more.

"You are not going out to sea! Especially, with your father out there!"

"Why? Why is it so dangerous with my father out there!"

"Will is not who he used to be, Toren! He's immortal and heartless. If you crossed paths with him, he would surely kill you in an instant!"

"So that's it then? The only danger out there is my father?"

"Yes and-" Elizabeth's voice was interrupted by the sudden slamming of the door and a familiar voice calling out.

"Hello? Lizzie? Love? Liz? Come on dearie, I don't have all day!"

Elizabeth scowled and walked slowly to the staircase. A glare slithered across her face as she saw a filthy, rugged man at the bottom of the stairs; Jack Sparrow!

Yes, it was Jack. Though despite the years past, he looked as he did nearly seventeen years ago! Nothing had changed, he hadn't aged a bit.

Elizabeth marched down the stairs and pointed a finger at Jack, who in turn, leaned backwards.

"You're not welcome here, Mr. Sparrow!" She hissed sternly, though her eyes hid the small desire of his presence. Jack smiled his famous, witty smile and then leaned forward, gently pulling Elizabeth's finger down. Now, he was looking directly at her with the same, twinkling, brown eyes.

"Glad ye missed me, love!"

"I did not miss you!"

"Ye missed curiosity, didn't ye love?" Jack raised a brow as if mocking her. Elizabeth's felt as if she was to faint. Her face grew pale, her eyes widened. She could feel herself grow warm and her insides turn to jelly. It took her a moment to regain herself.

"Jack, I-I thought I told you, it never would have worked between us. You said so yourself. Besides Jack, you're not the man I love, nor will you ever be him."

At first, Elizabeth sounded nervous but her last sentence was more serious and direct than anything ever said to Jack! In so much, that Jack looked shocked and gave only a small, defeated smile. He then walked casually over to a chair, sitting down and making himself comfortable as if nothing ever happened. He propped his muddy boots upon the small coffee table and let out a relaxed sigh, arms folded behind his head.

"So...Lizzie, how have-"

"Mrs. Turner!"

"Sorry, so...ahem, Mrs. Turner, how have ye been?"

"I've been just fine without you, Jack."

"Me too! Found the Fountain of Eternal Youth, I did!" Jack began to grin proudly, but then, another voice entered the conversation.

"The Fountain of Eternal Youth? I thought that was just a myth!"

Toren came down the staircase, fully dressed. Still wearing the faded, wrinkly shirt which was now covered by the brown vest William had once worn. His shoulder-length hair was tied back and a sword hung at his waist. From first glance, Toren looked almost exactly like his father! Jack blinked, glancing from Elizabeth to Toren in utmost confusion. Finally, he spoke with his usual voice.

"Er...um...I see Will...uh, left you a...gift." His voice sounded very unsure. This caused Toren to crack a small smile but Elizabeth remained absolutely disgusted by his words.

"Jack, meet Toren, my son."

Jack gave a fake smile but then Toren was suddenly standing right in front of him with a big grin on his young face.

"You're Jack Sparrow? Like The Jack Sparrow!" Toren asked, rather excitedly. Jack immediately beamed and smiled as if he wore the king of the entire universe.

"Aye, I am The Captain Jack Sparrow!"

"Do you have a crew?"

"No."

"A ship?"

"No."

"Treasure!"

"Uh...no."

"What kind of pirate are you?"

Jack frowned, but Elizabeth giggled quietly at Toren's words.

"But, I have Eternal Youth!"

"You really think I care?"

"So, it seems, love, your boy wants to be a pirate!" Jack began, Toren's eyes lit up almost immediately.

"NEVER! Never will I allow him out in those treacherous waters. If you didn't know Jack, Will has lost his heart. The last time I saw him was before Toren was born. The green flash came, Toren and I stood waiting, but all that came was a letter in a bottle; a letter that said he was never coming back!"

Jack looked down, feeling sorry for Elizabeth. Though, he quickly shook thoughts of sympathy away and stood up. He pointed to the door and said with a sympathetic tone, "Keep a weather eye on the horizon, love. But I don't think that one's coming back!"

2 Years Later

Chapter One

Avoiding Yer Duties

"Pull, ye scurvy swine dogs or it's ye who be pulling yerselves from The Locker!" A scraggily bearded man spat. Men scrambled about deck, shouting and calling to others aboard. This was the famed junk ship known as the Dragon Fire. It was larger than most Chinese vessels, faster as well. With wood of black and sails of scarlet, it almost looked like a dragon.

The Dragon Fire held fifteen members, all of which men. Having every duty of the crew filled as well as a few extras. Most fierce band of pirates in the Caribbean, only one was fiercer. Any how, the Dragon Fire sailed where its captain desired. Today though, was a normal day that might have been the starting of a life changing series of events, for the young adventurous person you all know.

"Turner boy! Get that bloody bucket and swab that bloody beam!" The bearded man shouted at a one of the younger members of the crew. Yes, Toren Lavarre Turner had run away to become a pirate and ended up here, as a deck swabber. Now, he had just turned eighteen, looking more and more like his father. Though, Toren was a bit more brawny than Will.

His hair was still dark brown and shoulder-length, but it had gotten wavy and much more greasy than before. The sun had tanned his skin, giving more of a glowing look to it. Despite the dirt and filth about the ship, Toren always kept himself clean.

He had become a rather smart pirate and an expert craftsman these past years. Skilled with sword, pistol, and many other weapons, Toren would be a worthy opponent. If he ever got to fight that is. Toren loved the sea and the ship, and he'd never give pirating up. Having forgotten his mother's warnings, Toren was often dreaming of adventures as well as the pirate lass of his dreams. Though, everyone knew it was bad luck to have a woman aboard!

"Blast it, Turner! Swab that bloody deck, you slimy trout!" The man shouted. This cruel man was better know as Hunter Ray Bellar, captain of the Dragon Fire. He was one of the cruelest, most wretched captains ever known; far worse than Barbossa or Davy Jones. But every fierce had a enemy, as well as Captain Bellar. No, not any British navy or controller of the seas, Captain Bellar's enemy was the pirates of the Sparrow's Horizon. Toren snapped out from his daydream and nodded to Captain Bellar.

He knew if he dilly-dawdled any longer, the captain would be quite angry and Toren would probably get a number of painful lashes. Yes, that's house they punished them on most ships. A whipping to the back.

"Yes, Captain!"

"Yes, Captain?"

"A-aye, Captain!" Toren corrected himself and then hurried off. Grabbing a bucket and a ragged, old cloth as soon as he could. Quickly, he began to scrub the filthy, slime-covered deck. But Toren soon found himself gazing out at the waves, locked in another one of his day dreams.

Toren's dreams were what most boy's his age would be dreaming of, but to another level. There she'd be, standing there upon a ship. A woman with blonde hair shining like the sun, eyes of deep blue just like the sea, and a voice that sounded like a choir of angels. Slender form, smart brain, moderate strength; the perfect woman. The perfect pirate woman that is. Well, at least he was dreaming of something!

Nearly half an hour passed and finally, Toren snapped out of his dreaming state as someone pulled him harshly to his feet. Though, Toren knew exactly who it was.

"Seems ye've been avoiding yer duties, Turner!" A deep, raspy voice bellowed. The voice belonged to one of the crew. A tall, very muscular man. He was slightly scarred and wore nothing but faded black pants. He possessed a tattoo of a shark on his left shoulder, and he wore a red bandana around his head.

Toren flinched and then his whole body grew stiff. Now, he was just a tiny bit worried. He really didn't want to be whipped. It took him a moment to respond.

"A-actually sir, I was-"

"Sir? SIR? That's enough! Ten lashes should teach ye to mind yer manners!" The muscular man growled ferociously. If you didn't know, this was Khan K. Kar. Man of Arms, discipliner of the Dragon Fire.

Toren winced at Khan's words and held his breath suddenly. A frown came to his face as he felt two hands grasp his arms tightly. He could already feel the cool, sea breeze against his bare back.

Toren's heart beat quickened as Khan picked up a worn-out, old whip. Instinctively, he closed his eyes tightly, biting his lip as he felt the painful sting of the whip. He didn't even bother to count for it felt as if it would never stop. But as quickly as it had begun, it ended. Toren now trembling with immense pain.

His back raw and cut, slightly bleeding. Now, down on the ground on all fours, breathing deeply. This actually wasn't the first time this had happened. Toren had endured a lot these past two years upon the ship. But. he didn't seem to be getting any higher in life at all!

Toren let out a deep sigh and pulled on his ripped shirt with the small ounce of strength he had left. Covering it with the brown vest and letting out a a relieved sigh. The sea salt was far too painful against his back. He gazed to the sea and then whispered suddenly, "Someday...someday, I'll find you." He didn't expect to hear an answer.

"Find who?" A voice came from behind. It was the first mate, Roychun N. Chow. Roychun was quite tall and sturdily built. His hair was dark and long, but it was braided into a long pony tail. He wore black trousers with no shoes or shirt.

Toren blinked and then replied quickly,"No one. Finding no one." Looking away as he bit his lip nervously. Roychun laughed and then asked with his usual Asian accent,

"Yer vexed, eh?"

"Vexed, sir?"

"Aye, vexed. So then Turner, who be the lovely lass ye left behind, eh?"

"I don't know, I haven't found her yet."

"Ah, I see. Well then, I'm sure ye'll be finding her some day, lad!"

"I don't think she's possible, sir. You see-"

"Ah, ye're looking for a pirate lass, are ye boy?"

"Yes, but...how did you know?"

"No matter. I'm warning ye though! Don't go looking for things ye can't find!"

With that, Roychun patted Toren on the back and walked away. Leaving Toren, standing there rather confused. Though as he turned back to stare at the sea, he saw something in the fog. A ship, a galleon to be exact. But near the bow, he could make out the image of a person. He knew immediately, the person standing there was in fact a woman.

Rubbing his eyes, to make sure he wasn't imagining it. Unfortunately, the minute he covered his eyes with his hands, the woman on the ship vanished; and with it, the ship itself! Toren sighed, looking rather disappointed. Though, he was soon cheered up by the singing of the crew.

The crew usually sang a song or two, while having the occasional rum. Of course, Toren didn't drink but he enjoyed listening to the songs. This song he had heard many times, and it went like this:

Call the wenches, bring the drinks,

For that's the way us pirates think.

Drunken sailors, rum-soaked mates,

Our spirits seal our fates!

Call the wenches, bring the drinks,

For that's the way us pirates think.

A hopeless calamity,

For curiosity!

Toren couldn't help but hum along, watching as most of the crew sat singing, or drinking. Sometimes even dancing. He continued to listen and hum along.

Rum galore,

We're always wanting more.

For we've found,

It's drinks all around!

Call the wenches, bring the drinks,

For that's the way us pirates think.

Never sober, never waste,

We all want the taste!

Rum galore,

We're always wanting more.

For we've found,

It's drinks all around!

Toren soon found himself singing along, still listening to all the merry men aboard the ship. Finally, he wasn't daydreaming at this moment.

Call the wenches, bring the drinks,

For that's the way us pirates think.

Just a chance to be admired,

The rum's our true disire!

Rum galore,

Now, lying on the floor.

Weather eye,

Moments pass us by!

Tables pound,

It's drinks all a-

The ship was filled with laughter and song. Even Captain Bellar was singing. If only the ship was always this happy. Of course, all these pirates were drunk so that might be the reason for so much cheerful faces.

Deck and sails, freedom's thought,

This is the time you almost caught!

Off we bound,

For we've found,

It's drinks all around!

Yo ho!