He is coming home today. My husband, who I haven't seen in 10 long years, is coming home to be with his family. Well before he can be with his family, he as to meet it first. Not long after our one day on the beach, I found out I was pregnant. I was so excited. The first thought that came to mind was "I can't wait to tell Will!". But then I remembered, I couldn't tell him. I couldn't tell him because he was out at sea, being the captain of the Flying Dutchman. You may have heard that Davy Jones was replaced as captain of the dreaded ship. Some believe that, and others believe what I know to be true. That Davy Jones was killed by a dieing Will, my Will. Jack helped Will stab the heart. Now because of Jack, Will wasn't here to celebrate your anniversaries, to help me through my pregnancy and through the birth of our son. Our son, who from the moment he was born, looked exactly like Will, who looked like his father. So of course, I followed the Turner tradition, and named our son William. He is so unbelievably like his father. William always reminds me of Will so much. Somedays I can't stand it, but I wouldn't trade William for the world. And now, the three Turners will be together, for the first time, as a family. As the Flying Dutchman comes in to view, William gasps. And I start to cry. We decide to go down to the beach, so we can be there when he gets off the ship. He jumped over the rail and landed on the soft sand with ease. I run towards him, and embrace him with all the strength I can. And then we share a kiss. One kiss full of ten years of balled up passion. "I missed you so much, Will!" I whisper in his ear, starting to cry once again.
"I missed you too, Elizabeth!" He whispered back. It was at that moment that I had realized that I had to so something that I have waited 9 years for.
"Will," I say in a strong confident voice, "I would like you to meet someone. Our son."
He gives me his same old confused look. Oh how I missed that look. I call William over to meet his father. "Hello father." Was all he could manage to say, in a voice barely higher than a whisper. Will looks from William, to me, then back to our son. It was at that moment, Will embraced our son in the biggest hug either of them have ever received or given to anyone else. William was overjoyed to finally be in his father's arms. And I could tell Will was feeling the exact same way.
"Let's go home!" I say after William returns to the ground. Will puts one arm around me, and the other around our son, and that is the way we stayed, all the way back to the house where we would finally be … a family.