Disclaimer : Funny… I do not own any of the characters from Pirates of the Caribbean. Nor do I own Rebecca, she is the creation of a dear friend of mine. Check my story "The Sparrow Song" for more information.

Author's Note: I may not own those characters, but in theory I do own Annelyn Turner - Will's mother - seeing how she is only briefly mentioned in The Curse Of The Black Pearl, and even there she has no name of her own. Btw, the name Annelyn is not pronounced Anne-lyn, its Anne-uh-lyn.

Chapter One

Final Farewell

It was sunset, the sunset of a day that seemed to want to live in infamy for the coming years. It was a sad day , a day that would change the lives of those involved for years to come. Some forever, permanently… others it may not have affected… and further yet, there were those that could lose their lives because of this day.

It was June 21st, 1715. And the sun was sinking just below the waves on the edge of the horizon, teetering - toying with their emotions.

There was a young girl, with hair of spun gold, in perfect curls. She could have been no older than ten years old at the very most. She stood on the London docks, her back to a ship, a three mast tall ship. The cool sea breeze was blowing her soft curls. Her eyes of hazel were looking sadly to her best friend, a young boy who was the very opposite of herself. But she looked as though she had been crying; gripping the only thing that she would have left to remember her friend by; a teddy bear. Her freckled cheeks were pale in the faint evening light, and she looked to have been crying for many of the last moments. She looked up sadly, her face hidden behind the head of the teddy bear, only her large hazel eyes; glittering in the fading light with her tears, showing.

"Will… I don't want to leave."

She tilted her pale chin down once again, looking to the ground, as the tears threatened to spill from her eyes. The boy that she was with, sighed softly. He was roughly eleven years old, with wild curly brown hair that he had tied back in a black ribbon - for mourning - most likely his mother had tied it for him. He sighed, and put his arms around the young girl, hugging her tightly. He pressed his warm forehead to hers gently as the wind played with his chocolate curls.

"I know you do not want to leave… and I don't want you too either… but maybe in the New World you'll meet new friends, and have while I stay here and learn… and… well this isn't goodbye. We will meet again, I'm sure of it… we have to. We're best friends."

The girl looked up into her friend's eyes, letting go of the teddy bear with one arm. She wrapped her arms around his neck gently as she hugged him tightly. The tears were trailing down her cheeks gently as she looked upon his face.

"You're my best friend, for life, William Turner--"

But the goodbye was quickly cut short, the voice of an older woman, sounding to be in her forties, calling out from the ship.

"Rebecca! Its time to go finish your goodbye!"

The young girl, Rebecca, looked over her shoulder at the ship, seeing her mother, Bonnie, standing at the stern, looking down at her. She sadly and slowly turned her head around to look once more at William. She reached behind her neck, moving her golden hair as she unhooked a golden chain. She laid a gold locket - a heart with an engraved bird in the center of the front piece- into his hand.

"I want you to have this… here… keep it."

William's eyes lit up in surprised, he looked at the locket in his hand and looked up into her eyes, shaking his head. He tried to put it back around her.

"No Becka I couldn't I--"

She shook her head

"I want you to have it…"

She sniffed softly and leaned in, kissing his cheek softly. She hugged the teddy bear - and although she knew the goodbye was far from over, she couldn't bare to say goodbye for any longer. She turned and ran away from William. She ran onto the merchant passenger ship and to her mother, yelling back to her friend.

"Goodbye Will!"

Will stood still in the same place on the docks. His buckled shoes seemingly nailed in place. He was almost afraid to move from that place, until the ship was passed the horizon. Even though night was setting in, and his mother, Annelyn, would be far from happy at he son's general lack of care for timeliness. As the ship pulled out of harbour, catching the seas' winds in its white canvas sails, Will lifted his hand and waved goodbye to all on board.

"Goodbye!"

And as Rebecca watched, from her place standing at the stern of the ship, she could see her friend, sinking into the distance as her ship sailed away from him. He remained waving, even when she could barely see him anymore. He was nothing more than a spec in the distance by then.

Will didn't stop waving goodbye until the ship passed over the horizon and he could no longer see the silhouette any longer. He sighed, knowing he was very late coming home for dinner, and he turned away from the docks. He looked to the locket in his hand, gently running this thumb over the engraving, before putting it around his throat, and started to walk home.