Chapter One

Author's Note: I've decided to delete the old version of this story and reupload it. I'm sorry I took so long to write and upload a new chapter. Spring break is finally here and I intend on really trying to work on this story as much as possible. This story is very different to most POTC stories, it has a supernatural theme to it, but ultimately it's a romance story. Please do review and leave me your feedback. Enjoy!

As the sun set once more on the warm September day Elizabeth Swan smiled to herself from where she sat comfortably on the beach. The sea breeze gently brushed over her skin, and the water tickled her feet. Her right arm was extended behind her, her hand lightly buried in the sand, her left hand rested on her stomach. She was four months pregnant and just beginning to show, the white dress she wore clung to her stomach making the bulge more noticeable before it loosely flowed just above her ankles.

For the past three months she had spent her time on the island relaxing, getting lost in a good book and resting on the beach. Mostly, she spent her time writing letters to her beloved, which were delivered by trades men who docked at the town twenty minutes away. Although for the most part she was alone, once a week she would journey into the town, not only to pick up supplies to last her, but also to visit Mary. Mary was an old widow, with a face full of wrinkles and laughter lines, her wispy grey hair always tucked neatly into a bun, and a hand-sown dress covered her aging body.

Occasionally, Mary would visit her. Elizabeth would wake up in the morning to the smell of freshly prepared food and the sweet tang of hot apple cider waiting for her. After a delicious meal, the pair would walk along the beach, or sit by the fire in Elizabeth's small hut of a home, and sow until late hours of the night.

Often Mary would share with her stories of her past, her childhood and a few stories of her husband, which would always bring her to tears. As Mary told stories of her husband, Elizabeth, sometimes found herself staring at her own wedding ring with a look filed with longing and hope. Those were the night when she would find herself waking during the early hours of the morning after a restless night of sleep. Nightmares of her dead unborn child still fresh in her mind.

The soft padding of footsteps next to her alerted her suddenly of someone's presence. Her eyes snapped open and she leapt to her feet, protectively holding her stomach. As the sun had long since set, taking with it the natural light, she found herself having to rely on the dimly lit stars and the crescent moon hidden behind large clouds.

"Hello?" she called nervously into the dark, her eyes barely making out the outline of the approaching person.

A few moment of silence soon followed, and Elizabeth begun to back away slowly towards the water, taking great care not to make a sound.

"Anyone there?" she asked louder, trying again, the nervousness still present in her voice as she spoke.

The approaching figure stopped at the sound of her voice, Elizabeth also found herself stopping in her attempt to get away from this person.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you" a kind male voice called out to her. The terror in her voice had obviously been more noticeable than she had originally believed.

"Are you Elizabeth?" he asked, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

"That depends, who are you?" she replied, suddenly defensive.

"My name is Jacob Thatcher"

Elizabeth paused for a moment, that name sounded oddly familiar but she couldn't place it. Cautiously, she took a few steps closer to him, as if hoping to get a better look at him.

"You've never met me before," he begun, hearing her footsteps. "I'm a friend of Mary's." he continued.

It was then it hit her; he was little Jake Thatcher, the teenager who had been helping Mary ever since he was twelve years old. Mary would sometimes bring his name up in a conversation, or whenever Elizabeth would ask her about her day. Mary hadn't told her much about his past though. All Elizabeth knew about him was his age, that he had a sibling named Emily, and that he was an orphan who had lost his parents a few years back in a fire.

"Is Mary alright?" Elizabeth asked concerned.

The boy shook his head, unable to respond to her question properly. After all Mary had been the only one who had cared for him when his parents had perished. If it hadn't been for her then he would probably have been living on the streets, his sister Emily thrown into some orphanage where he would not be allowed to see her again.

Elizabeth rushed forward making out the shake of his head, her feet bringing her right in front of the boy. Questions running through her mind, as panic set in.

"What happened to her?" she whispered.

The boy shook his head in response once more; he couldn't bring himself to explain what had happened that evening.

"I was told to come and find you," he continued explaining as best he could. "She's at home with the doctor, Mrs. Williams is also there with her"

"Thank you" Elizabeth said softly to the boy. "Do you want to come back with me?" she asked him carefully, noting his distress.

"No" he choked out, a few tears rolling down his face. Although it was still dark, Elizabeth was able to catch sight of the tears soaking his face, and she wasted no time in pulling him into a warm motherly hug.

"There, there, it will be okay" she told him, rubbing his back in a reassuring manner. "I'll go and see her, you can stay here at my house and keep an eye on things for me, alright?"

He nodded against her before pulling back and roughly wiping his eyes with his dirty shirtsleeve.

"Good boy" she said to him fondly, before she turned and headed towards the town.