Summary: Piper Videl was 'Ship-wrecked' at the age of 8. Elizabeth and her 13 year old son William James found her and took her in and treated her like family like a real daughter and kid sister. But when she is 15 Elizabeth and William James die leaving a shattered Piper. She is alone and has no one until a couple of weeks after their death she finds the chest and know what she must do. She must first find Captain Jack SParrow...

Rating: T but for later chapters it may be M I haven't decided.

Pairing: WillxOc

Hi you guys!! Ok this is my first Pirates story. So don't be mean! May be some grammer mistakes I am well aware and I think I got them all!...MAybe

X's and O's Nicole

It's cold outside. So cold it stingd her cheeks. Her hair clinging to her pale, flushed face, eyes closed. It's raining, the sand grew mushy underneath her feet, she feels the water seep through her close getting into her skin. She loves rain, the sound of the rain hitting the ground, the smell, everything.

But tonight she doesn't enjoy it. The waved of the sea barely reached her toes.

The angry gray clouds clashes together, a jagged lightning bolt flashed, followed by a rumble. Her eyes opened slowly like a new born baby, so new to her surroundings, even though she's been around the island a million times. She looked at the horizon as if it was her first time seeing it. She breathes slowly, she sometimes forgets to breath. She focused on the horizon of the sea. She wasn't sure if she was waiting for something spectacular to happen or if she was finally waiting for the world to stop, for it to come tumbling down on her. Who knows maybe she was waiting, but it didn't matter he wouldn't come for a long time, but she hoped he would, hope was all she had left.

Even though she knew it was raining, she couldn't hear the rain or feel it. All she could hear was a hard thumping noise, all she could feel was the cool metal of the chest. She wasn't sure if it was her own heart or his. Oh well it didn't matter, they were both broken. That she was sure of.

She had found the chest, in the secret latch, the one in Elizabeth's room under the blue rug. All you needed to do was have the key put it in the lock twist and open the lock, pull the lath, and there it was. The chest.

"My only hope is that I can one day return it to him." Elizabeth had said one day, while brushing Piper's long dark hair. She had been 12.

Ever since she could remember, since Elizabeth had found her on the same sandy shores, unconsious and apparently washed up from a ship-wreck(though Piper had no recollection of her past eight years) Elizabeth had told her adventurous stories of a witty, drunken Captain Jack Sparrow and a courageous, kind, gallant, husband Will Turner.

How she had found Will in the water on her way to Port Royal. How eight years later she had been captured by the cursed pirates of the infamous Black Pearl because of the gold cursed Aztec madallion that she had taken from Will the day she met him, fearing he was a pirate that would have been hung.

How she was marooned with Jack, a slightly delusional pirate. How in the end Everything had turned out fine and then Will saved Jack from execution and he escaped clumsily over the ledge that Elizabeth herself had fallen over. And how she didn't have to marry James Norrington. And how she had finally shared a passionate kiss with her beloved. And the following adventures that followed and ended with a heart being cut out and put into a chest that Elizabeth needed to keep safe.

Piper adored those stories, she never tired of them. She would ask Elizabeth to tell them to her her almost everynight before she went to bed. Elizabeth would lay right next to her, her arm cast around Piper's shoulders like she was a real daughter, a special glint in her eyes as she recounted the events. The only light in the room was from a sole candle on the bedside table, creating a nice glow in the small room.

Elizabeth was always a patient and gentle woman, never yelled nor reprimanded. She understood and listened the perfect mother who loved and cared for her children. Sometime Piper would often times wonder if her real parents were similar to Elizabeth. She never dwelled on that topic for too long, afraid she might rememer something that wasn't as apealing in her childhood, neverthless Little William James, and Piper were the luckiest that could be. The only thing missing was a father who was only allowed on land once every 10 years.

Piper never saw the man her mother had loved.

All she knew were the stories.

Elizabeth was dead and so was William James.

Her life was empty now.

That hurt, tears slid down her face as she thought about them buried in a box underneath the dirt and her up here buried in her own big one. She never felt this alone before, even when she was shipwrecked and didn't know who she was, she didn't feel like this, at least she had someone to take care of her and fill her life with joy. Who was going to do that now? Her life was empty. When she was little and some would say naïve she used to think living was a job you had to do, you couldn't quit. Now her job was surviving it.

She didn't quite feel like it.

She sat down in the sand, the chest on her lap. She felt like she belonged in a different world. A big part of her wanted to be with them in the dirt. She wanted to curl up in a ball and let the world keep living without her.

She laid down, she curled up the chest tucked under her arm. She heared the rythmatic beating louder and harder then before. Was it her heart? No. Hers was to crushed and lazy to beat anymore.

She was alone, except maybe there was another piece in their broken family. Maybe he was alone and hurt as she. Maybe it was harder not having a heart at all. She looked down at the chest.

She would find him and return it. And maybe figure out a way to free him.

She lifts her tired head, her puffy eyes look at the horizon. She got up and walked to the cottage.

Not tonight, it hurt to much.

She fell asleep in Elizabeths room that night, hugging the chest to her own. The broken hearts beating together.

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